((A/N: Hit count just practically doubled. To show my excitement and gratitude, I hope this chapter will suffice to satisfy your curiosities.
{Same} Disclaimer: Much as I wish I did, I still don't own Hogan's Heroes or CBS or Bing Crosby Productions is any way, shape or form! The characters found on the show were not created by me. If they were, I'd find them a whole lot easier to write for.))
Chapter 3: Logic is Nonexistent
"Fine, but you've been warned." Dragea murmured, waiting a second out of anticipation for things to turn badly. "We actually teleported here from a different planet." She practically coughed out, embarrassed and blushing. Their reactions didn't disappoint.
"You can't honestly expect us to believe that, do you?" Newkirk asked, eyes narrowed and he felt like his intelligence had been insulted. LeBeau just stared for a minute before he exclaimed, "Do you know how crazy that sounds?" Kinch added with the quip, "Not to mention impossible."
"I know exactly how it sounds. Why do you think I was attempting to delay telling you that? And, you all can believe whatever you want, but it won't make my story any less true." Dragea murmured, before being unable to suppress a smile at Carter. He taken it all in with his usual childlike enthusiasm, asking, "So, you guys are aliens? But, you're friendly, right?"
"Shut up, Carter." Newkirk muttered, through gritted teeth, dangerously close to losing his temper. Carter seemed surprised at this, despite the fact that he was constantly being put down by the other men for his frequent mistakes. "Well, I just thought-" Carter started to continue, before Newkirk glared at him in warning him to keep his thoughts to himself for once. "Shut up, Carter!" He repeated.
Dragea, not liking Newkirk's current attitude, glared at him in place of Carter, who pretty much had the inability to be angry with someone. He had a perfectly valid question for the situation, but annoyed Newkirk only because he couldn't accept that she and her group came from a separate planet. Why should he be able to?
"Yes, we're friendly and peaceful, but we're no more alien to this place than you are to Germany. By definition, anyway." Dragea told him, reassuringly, smiling lightly. She turned to Hogan again as he spoke up. "It may not make your story untrue, but even if Carter believes you, and that doesn't take much, it doesn't mean your story isn't false, either. What I don't understand is: if your story isn't credible, that makes you insane; and people don't usually follow an insane person, even if it gets them in trouble."
"That would be because I'm sane and my story is credible." Dragea murmured. Si then stepped in with a thought. "Daria is a good leader, and as I'm sure any of your men would say for you, I would trust her with my life in the palm of her hands." She stated, solemnly and determined. Si felt her cheeks tinge with a slight pink as her eyes caught Newkirk's surprised glance. Dragea frowned. As much as she had the feeling she'd have to deal with LeBeau, Si would have similar problems with Newkirk. 'Yes, this whole trip will certainly be fun,' Dragea thought to herself, sarcastically, with a sigh. Si shook her head very slightly, remembering what she had been starting to say. "Anyway, I'm sure your men have thought you crazy at times, but they still follow you..."
"Yes, but it's a 'bizarre' sort of crazy, not an all-out 'asylum'-type crazy." The colonel retorted, beginning to tire quickly of Sarah's insubordination. Still, he had the feeling he'd have to deal. She was no worse than Newkirk was, right? He certainly hoped not. Besides, she just defensive of her best friend. Any true friend would be.
"Look, what if I could prove it to you that what I'm saying is the truth?" Dragea asked, showing no signs of a smirk or joke on her expression. Hogan looked surprised, taken aback by her question.
"You're going to try to prove that you come from another planet?" He asked, matching her serious expression, not believing in the slightest that she was capable of it. In all sense of logic, it shouldn't be possible.
"Yes, I am, Colonel. It's really not as hard as you might think. Our home, Azakra, is a planet that is home to us dragons. We are capable of disguising ourselves two or three ways: human, dragon, or sometimes, human with wings and claws and whatnot." She murmured, ignoring the looks from everyone, as well as rants of anger from a certain individual. "Cameron, do you mind?" She asked, looking only at him. He nodded, simply, before undergoing a change that left him in the shape of a winged wolf. He would have barked, but Dragea quickly hushed him. His tail wagged, happy to not be restricted to his human form, anymore. He looked around, waiting for some sort of positive reaction, but suddenly no one could speak.