Subject: [OTL]: 'No Place Like Home' Date: Wed, 07 May 2003 10:58:23 -0700 From: Anne Marsh DISCLAIMER: Not mine. NOTES: Sequel to 'The Time-Travelling Wisdom Affair'. Weirdness. 'No Place Like Home' (Pryde/Wisdom, ? (can't tell you now, it would ruin the surprise!)) The light flashed, and then... darkness. "Kit... this ain't New York, Luv." He whispered. "Maybe it's *under* New York, but the streets it ain't." She nodded, then realized that he couldn't see her. "Right. Any ideas?" "Give me your hand." He reached out in the dark. After some fumbling, his fingers laced with hers, and with one hand on the wall, he moved on. "Where are we going?" "Oh, like I bloody know. Hopefully we'll find a way out. If we find a dead end, we can just keep going around the way we came. Walls're packed dirt." "And what if something finds us first?" "Then you phase us." "Why don't I phase us now?" "Because." He sighed. "Subtlety, Kit." She snorted. "Hey! I'm subtle. Look, we don't know what we're under. Let's not freak people out unless absolutely necessary?" "All right." Kitty squeezed his hand. "Let's go." "Shh! Get down, behind me!" He hissed, freezing. Down the tunnel, there was a point of light. It bobbed closer. In the dim light, a man in a bomber jacket came into view. There were three other figures behind him, but they were hidden in darkness. "Hey! Who goes there?" The man with the flashlight demanded in a hushed voice. "Name's Wisdom." "British?" The figures relaxed. "What are you doing down here, anyway?" "That's what I'd like to know." He took a step closer, Kitty following close behind. "We're a bit lost." "A bit, Pete?" She looked at him. "A bit lost? We don't know where we are, we don't even know when we are!" "Tuesday." A helpful voice intoned from the shadows. "Monday!" Came the argument, this one with a French accent. "Look, you'd better follow us." The man in the bomber jacket interrupted the dispute. "We can get you to relative safety." He shone the light over the two mutants, the glint off Kitty's necklace momentarily blinding the four men. Their hitherto silent companion swore under his breath. "Cripes, gel, you want to get yourself killed?" "What? I don't understand..." "An American! For one thing, this is a bloody dangerous place to get lost, and for another, get that thing off or hide it!" "I'm sorry..." She tucked it into her t-shirt. "I didn't mean to reflect at anybody." "That's not what I meant." He spat. "I meant-- "Hey, you watch how you talk to the lady!" Pete took another step forward, his fiancee laying a restraining hand on his arm. "I meant," The man continued icily. "I wouldn't flaunt that thing around these parts, not if I wanted to live. Don't think not being a native'll keep them from taking you. They'd probably just say you was a spy. Either way, you'd disappear." "Disappear?" Pete's arm locked around her shoulders protectively. "Camps." The man whispered. He jerked his head towards the tunnel's ceiling. "Like that one, only most are much worse." "We-- we're in World War II?" "In the very middle of it." The lead stranger nodded. "Look, I know people who can get you out of Germany and to London. From there you can get back to America." "We're in bloody TV Land still, is what we're in." Pete grumbled. "Stalag 13?" "I, uh... Yeah. How'd you know? *Are* you a spy?" "Well, in a manner of speaking, yes." He sighed. "Look, chances are we'll be disappearing whatever you do." "This is going to make one heck of a story." Kitty grinned, as they parted ways. "Oh, and by the way, boys." Pete said over his shoulder, lighting a cigarette. "We win." Then, the light flashed, and Pete and Kitty were no longer in the tunnel. ~FIN~ Yeah, Hogan's Heroes. It was an idea I had a while back, and I finally got to fit it into something. Hope you all enjoyed.