The Triple Mess

I do not own any of these characters from the TV shows. They are each owned by whomever.

This is just a fanfic about them.

Idea based upon the "Mary Sue Experiments" by GSJessica and several others. If you would like to understand parts of my story better read theirs first. It is kind of long and deals with "Hogan's Heroes". Trust me it's a good read.

Instead of adding myself in I created a character to have this adventure.

Hope you enjoy the story and please don't forget to tell me what you think. It makes me feel like all of this writing was worth it.

I unlocked the door that led to my bedroom and walked in, leaving the door wide open, which is something I never do. I always lock it due to having people barge in. Closing the door means it takes them a few seconds to open and locking means it will take them a little while longer for them to come in. Hopefully, all of this makes them think that maybe, just maybe, they shouldn't bother. That's my take on the matter anyway and whether it works or not is debatable.

The reason why I had to leave the door open is because it was too quiet, especially for me. I had become accustomed to the noise of planes, gunfire, and other constant miscellaneous sounds, but I'm getting ahead of myself. You probably have no earthly idea what I'm rambling on about.

I walked through the front doors of the aviation museum and a blast of warm air hit me. It was winter and a light dusting of snow was coming down, making it look like a picture on a postcard. If you could ever imagine a museum covered with fresh snow on a postcard. The great news for me was that it wasn't dangerous to drive.

You are probably wondering who I am, right? I'm a fan fiction writer and go by the handle of PraiseworthySea. I'm one of those people who actually has two first names and it's Antonia Morgan. I prefer to go by the latter.

Anyway, I finally got to go to my favorite museum. I stood there looking around the lobby.

There was a elderly man, maybe in his eighties, at the desk.

"Awfully empty today isn't it?" I commented as I signed the guest book.

"It's the first snow day this winter and people like to stay at home to see it" he said in a friendly way.

"Well I don't. I'd rather look around here." I went on my way. He turned on his radio and pulled out the crossword puzzle from the newspaper. I was planning to go here with my sibs but they bailed on me. So here I was all on my own. Wandering around, refreshing my memory of just about everything, from pilots to paratroopers, the WAC, WAVE, WASP and all sorts of odds and ends from a few different wars (mainly WWII, Korea and Nam). This was probably the best place to read about the Flying Tigers. I read as much as I could and hoped that I would remember at least half of it. My memory could use some work. The museum also had many aircraft on display with the exception of my personal favorite, a Boeing B-17 "Flying Fortress". Most likely the real reason I liked them so much was because it is the only plane that I can actually identify from a long ways off. But if I had only wanted to see that, this was not the place I would have gone.

I had somehow ended up here, wherever "here" was. The last place I remember being was in the South Pacific on Vella la Cava. I had been drinking because it helped me think and I had been walking around when the idea on how to get back in on the missions hit me. Just had to tell Jim. I was making my way to his tent when I saw something shiny on the ground. In the dim light it sort of resembled a pocket watch. One of my men most likely lost it and would want it back. I reached down to pick it up and before I knew it, I was "here". The place seemed to be empty. I was kind of hoping that this was one of my drunken dreams but it felt too real to be one. Most likely wandered in here and fell asleep. I decided one of the guys would show up looking for me and we'd go back to base. Didn't have to wait long. A kid came in and flopped onto a backless bench. Looked like that airman that I seen on Espritos Marcos. Same face, height and moved the same way too. This could be a good thing. Maybe he could tell me how I got here and where here was.

My feet were killing me by mid day, so I found a place to sit down and rest for a bit.

"I was looking for you" a voice said behind me. I jumped. Who would be looking for me? I looked around the rather large room but didn't see anybody. Great, now I was going cuckoo. I shook my head and continued reading stuff that was in the case next to me. I hadn't bothered to get up.

"Are you coming or not?" it said. Sounded like a man to me. Okay, maybe it came from a walkie-talkie, I assured myself. But it sure didn't have that static sound to it. I got up and searched for one. I didn't find any. In fact the only thing I did find was a mud-caked set of military I.D. tags laying on the floor. I was about to clean them when I heard that voice again. "I thought I told you to get a move on."

"How am I supposed to go with you if I don't know where you are" I asked trying to see in all directions at once including the ceiling. Gee great, now I was talking to nothing. Or myself. Kinda depends on how you look at it. I put the dog-tags around my neck for the time being. I heard footsteps behind me and I swirled around quick, ready to run if I had to. What I saw about made my eyes pop out of my head. I must REALLY be hallucinating. Yeah yeah that's it. Read too much and now I'm paying for it in an strange way. That was the only possible answer for the man who was right in front of me.