Hello to all readers, names The Homeless Doctor.

I have been reading fanfiction a lot and just recently decided to get a profile and do a fic. So, my first fic was a bit tough to think off. Then, when i was reading an HG/Myka fic and was watching The Red Baron, it all clicked and decided to place HG, Myka and some of the Warehouse 13 people into The Red Baron movie. For those of you who haven't seen the movie, its basically about the WW1 German fighter pilot, The Red Baron. It shows his story and such. So, for my purposes im going to tweak a few things here and there from the movie..but i do plan to follow most of it.

rating is just in case. Let me know if i should continue or not. i plan for this to be 12 Chapters or so.

Myka= The Red Baron and HG=Kate

Le petit Rouge means Little Red

~o0o~ Chapter One ~o0o~

Leaves rustled as Myka Bering ran through the woods, her worn boots crunching twigs and such. Her green eyes scanned the trees as she tried to quiet down her little brother and her cousin. She told them to go hide behind a tree as she made her way more up, ducking behind a falling tree trunk as a deer came into the clearing. She took the gun case off of her back and took out the rifle that laid within. She aimed the gun at the deer, just to the right of its leg like her father had taught her. She steadied her breathing, as she saw her brother and cousin look around from there hiding place. Just as she was about to make the shot, something caught her ear. A faint sound, like a razor flying by. She saw the deer's ears perk up as well, before leaving to live another day.

Myka got up and raced through the trees, getting to her horse. "Giddy up." Young Myka told her brownish black horse. The horse complied, racing through the trees. Myka came out to a clearing, where the trees lined up on either side. She looked up and saw a red airplane flying through the clouds. Myka spreaded her arms, pretending that she was flying in the air. Her blue shirt rippled in the breeze as her brown hair swayed this way and that.

*one day* Myka told herself. *one day, i'll be up there in the clouds*

"Come on Myka, don't want to keep father and mother waiting." Spoke her younger brother, Edward. Myka turned her horse around and faced Edward and her cousin, Pete. "Fine, lets go." Myka huffed out, leading them towards the Bering house.

It was an impressive house, made of white and gray marble. Her father was a Major in the German Army, which made there life easier then most. Her mother ran a small library in the town, which would often find Myka reading on the red couch near the window. The trio stepped onto the pathway leading to the door, when the door opened up to reveal Arthur Bering. Arthur smiled at Edward and Pete ran at him, engulfing the two in a bear hug. Myka gave a kiss on the cheek to him, before she left to her room to be alone with her thoughts.

When the sun began to set, Arthur entered his daughters bedroom and sat at the end of the bed. "What troubles you child?" He asked her. Myka sighed, "I saw a plane in the sky. It looked so free, so full of life." Myka spoke, a glint in her eye. "Will that ever be me? To be free like the birds that taunt us on the ground? That mock us as they fly around? Will I ever be full of such life?" Myka asked her father.

"I wish I knew darling, but I don't" Arthur spoke. "That doesn't mean what you want isn't possible. It just means you'll need to fight for it." He told his daughter. Myka smiled, nodding at him. Arthur patted her knee, leaving her with her thoughts as he shut her bedroom door.

10 Years Later:Northern France-Allied Territory

Bells rang, echoing around the Church like a ghost. Men and women in uniform walked down a rocky path, where one had to be careful as to not injure there ankle or foot. Some of the men carried down a coffin, with the British flag covered over it. Crickets chirped as the men lowered the coffin into the hole in front of a priest.

"About face!" Yelled a Sergeant. Men lifted up there guns, ready to shoot towards the heavens as a sign of respect when all heard the ever telling sign of an airplane. Not just one, but four. They were all a sandy brown color, with dark brown at the front. The men and women in the graveyard ran for cover, yelling "BOMB" when they saw something hurtling from the sky. But, it wasn't a bomb. It was a wreath. A woman with green eyes smiled, as she tucked in her arm. She hoisted the stick up, nearly missing the Bell tower.

One of them saluted down below, waving at a few orphans as they ran to see what the ruckus was about.

As the planes flew towards the horizon, the men and women looked into the grave to see what had fell. A green wreath laid atop the coffin, with To Our Friend and Enemy-Capt. Clyde Walker.

They all where puzzled over this, looking at one another as they scratched there heads.

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The green eyed pilot looked back, a smile on there face as they pulled the lever on there machine guns...just in case. They nodded towards the one who saluted. All four planes got in a jagged type of a line, as they flew through the clouds and sky. The quiet sound was cut through by the sound of a harmonic, trying to play a jig of some sort. The others smiled, shaking there heads.

The one who had prepared there gun, felt something strange as they looked towards the sun..right above them. Thinking, the pilot shot a burst from there guns. The others looked towards the sky as well, just in time to see at least sixteen enemy planes descend from the sun. The others readied there machine guns, all having an itch to shed some lead.

The enemy planes jumbled around the four lonely planes. Green eyes motioned up towards the one with the harmonic, and he nodded. The two did a sort of back flip, making the enemy formation above them split.

Bullets started flying, puncturing holes in the green eyed pilots plane. They looked up to find a mounted plane, one with a pure pilot who flew and a gunner with a machine gun who handled the firing. Then, another plane came up behind green eyes. They looked back, and saw the Grim Reaper painted on the side of the plane. *Captain Lanoe Hawker, the Grim Reaper* The German pilot thought.

The mounted gunner started to fire at the brown plane. Green eyes rolled behind the goggles as bullets emptied the chambers from the German gun, killing the mounted gunner and causing smoke to erupt from the plane.

Next thing you know, Hawker is yelling and firing at the Green eyed pilot, who skillfully dodges. They fly in between two oncoming planes, almost crashing.

The four lonely planes escape, heading towards there base.

30 minutes later:German Airfield near the Front-France

The four pilots stood in a casual manner, there commander looking at them all.

The one who saluted had blonde, flattop style hair and light brown eyes. He had on a blue turtleneck sweater underneath a grey and brown, knee length jacket. Green baggy pants on his legs and grey shoes on his feet.

The one who was playing the harmonic had reddish hair, with was side parted with the left side mostly in his face. He had hazel eyes and wore a waist length, red-orange-blue-white striped scarf over a light blue, knee length jacket. A green shirt peeked out from the jacket and gray pants were tucked into black, rain boots.

The one at the end had light brown, swept hair with green eyes. He wore a fur coat with a white shirt underneath and a yellow scarf that stopped at his breast. Tan pants were tucked into gray boots.

And, lastly, there was the pilot with green eyes. She, yes she, had shoulder length-curly dark brown hair. A red scarf was thrown around her neck with a black, button up shirt underneath a worn brown leather jacket. She wore gray, baggy pants and white shoes. At her feet, was a grey and black dog.

"Til Voss, Samuel, Pete Sternberg, Myka Bering." There commander yelled. "Are you OUT OF YOUR BLOODY MINDS?" He asks. The four say "Yes sir" in union. "You endanger our planes, almost get yourselves killed just to go to an enemy funeral?" Again, they said "Yes sir."

Myka spoke up, saying how the Capt. Walker was a school mate from before the war and that it only felt right to pay there respects.

"Your talking about a British Pilot, for heaven sakes." The commander spoke. Pete nodded, "One of the best from the British Fly Corps, sir." "Tis a pity he's not with us anymore, sir" Myka stated.

The commander sighed, stretching his back. "Fine, don't let it happen again. DISMISSED" He yelled at the four.

The four saluted and then left there commander in peace.

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"I heard that you got some holes, Bering, while paying your respects to the enemy." One of the German pilots spoke. Bering shrugged as she, Samuel and Pete all put there stuff on the wing of his plane.

"Anyone care for a cigarette?" The commander spoke, injecting himself in before anything got out of hand. "Is it French?" Myka asked, an eyebrow raised at her superior. Samuel pulled out one and gave it to Myka. "Merci" Myka told Samuel.

"Bering shot down a two seater" Til said, sitting beside another pilot.

The commander puffed out a smoke hole, "I guess that makes up for you not listening to my orders." He told Myka. Myka laughed, shaking her head. "Not at all. That's just another plane added to my score." She spoke, taking a puff of the cigarette. The commander smirked, walking around till he was beside Pete. "Just got the report, a British two seater was found crashed about half a mile from here." He spoke, flicking the rest of cigarette towards the ground.

Til hoped off of the bench, "What we waiting for then? Lets go get your kill confirmed, you bastard" Til hollered, laughing at the end.

So, wt you guys think? read and review please.

like it? hate it? should i continue it? let me know

The Homeless Doctor