This will eventually be Juliana Crain/John Smith. I also like the ship name Obergruppana. :)

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Chapter 1

The double-doors open to a large vault. Obergruppenführer John Smith stood in the doorway, staring ahead at the rows of films. He took a deep breath, allowing the situation to fully sink in. Within an hour, he went from being Obergruppenführer Smith to being one of the most respected Nazis in the Reich. The guards closed the doors behind him, giving him privacy. He surveyed the room, looking at all the films Hitler hid from the public. John slowly made his way down the corridor, shoes clicking on the concrete floor. He took his time, wanting to savor the moment. The Reich entrusted him to solve the mystery behind these films, and he was determined to succeed.

John skimmed the labels, trying to pick up a pattern. They were separated by the letters of the German alphabet. Each section had films ranging from the early 1930s to the late 1960s. He stopped to read one of them carefully, curious as to how there could possibly be a film from the future. Deciding not to make it complicated, he chose a film from the current year, 1962. After checking all the sections, he realized that each section had films from each year. John was confused, but didn't let it show on his face. He didn't know if he was being watched or not, so he kept his expression neutral.

He tentatively opened the double doors that lead to the Hitler's private cinema room. He set up the film labeled 'E–September 1962' into the projector. Before playing it, he glanced over at the seat that used to be the Führer's. He considered sitting in Hitler's seat, but decided to stand, just in case he was being watched. They could be testing me right now, John thought. I could be in the running for Oberstgruppenführer or possibly Reichsführer. I will not allow a stupid mistake to ruin my chances.

He turned on the projector in the dark room. The bright light from the screen reflected onto his face. This is the first time he's seen one of these films. He remembers the scenes described to him by Miss Crain, but he never thought he would have the opportunity to watch one in person. It started off like a normal film. The first few clips showed celebrations of Victory in America Day in central park. People were picnicking and joining in on all the normal VA Day activities. The Nazi flag was on every street corner and hung on every lamp post. The next few clips showed top ranking Nazi's in Berlin giving speeches in honor of Victory in America Day. The scene changed to his own back yard. I never remember allowing anyone to record anything at my home, he thought. He recognized himself on the screen, but a few of the people in the background didn't seem familiar. These men were not at my house. My VA Day party was only a few months ago…I would have remembered.

The clip showed Joe, Helen, Thomas and his girls, but there were some people he has never seen in his life. One man in the back looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he knew him from. The next clip showed that man talking to Miss Crain. I know for a fact that Miss Crain was not there, he thought. She joined the Reich a little over a month ago. And that older man, I recognize him from her files. That is her step-father from the Pacific States. There is no way he could have been at my party. The next clip showed Miss Crain turning around, surprised to see she was being recorded. John noted that she still had her short hair and had a swastika pinned on her blouse. She smiled shyly and looked away from the camera. The screen went black, and John stood in silence in the dark room as the film continued turning. He disassembled the film and put it back in its case.

After putting the film back, he eyed the film right next to it, debating if he should watch the next one or not. He had to admit, he was curious to know why Miss Crain and her step-father were at his VA Day party, but he was also curious what the other sections of films would show. He continued farther down the corridor, stopping to pick out a 1962 film from the 'W' section. He made his way back to the cinema room, film in hand. He placed it in the projector and stood back to watch it.

It showed clips of a man giving a speech with American flags flying behind him. The man appeared to be the president of the United States, but John did not recognize the man. Then the clip showed a strange capsule with the name 'NASA Friendship 7' written on the side. The next clip showed a rocket launching, and the capsule landing in the ocean with parachutes. Then the clip of a parade came next, but it was not a United States parade, it was a Soviet Union parade. There were missiles and weapons being transported as soldiers walked down the street. Then the clip went back to the US president giving a speech and protestors crowded in the streets. John stepped closer to the screen, unable to believe his eyes when he spotted Miss Crain again. This time she was in the crowd of protestors, holding a sign that said 'No War'. She was standing with a young Japanese man, trying to talk to people walking by on the streets. She looked slightly different with long hair and pants on, but he was sure it was her.

John didn't know if he should believe the film or not. From what Miss Crain and Joe have told him, he knows that they show alternate realities and possibly the future. Is this what the United States would have looked like if the Nazi's lost the war? he thought. And why has Miss Crain been in all of these films? He quickly put the film back into its case, walking back into corridor to find a different section of films. He decided to try out one of the first sections. He picked out a film labeled 'B – 1962', and he placed it into the projector, anxious to watch another one. He made sure to keep his face as neutral as possible, hoping no one was spying on him as he watched these eye-opening films.

From watching the beginning, John could tell this film was going to have a darker tone to it. It showed clips of warzones, and people lying dead in the streets. New York City looked like a military base. Half of the buildings were crumbling to the ground and planes were flying overhead. The next string of clips showed that Berlin, London, Tokyo, and Moscow also looked like warzones. Then a group of people could be seen living in an abandoned building. They looked like homeless people living off scraps from the trash. The next clip showed a struggling American government meeting in a bunker with thick concrete walls. Stacks of papers were everywhere, people in military uniforms rushed back and forth. That is when John noticed himself walk through the busy room. He was in an American military uniform, the US flag sewn onto his jacket. He also recognized Erich, who is one of the most loyal men he currently has working for him. The last clip showed a group of military leaders sitting around a table. Erich was sitting on John's right side with Miss Crain sitting on his left. She was handing him papers and they were whispering during the meeting. The screen went black. Why does that woman keep showing up? he asked himself.

He quickly put the film away, craving to watch another one. As he browsed the corridor of films, the double doors to the outside world opened. An SS Officer stepped in.

"I hate to disturb you, Obergruppenführer Smith, but you wife has called. She said it is an emergency," the officer said. John tried to keep his emotions in check.

"Where is the phone?" he asked with a calm façade.

"I will show you the way, sir," the man said, stepping back to allow the Obergruppenführer through. John followed the officer down a corridor, then they turned a corner and a phone was on the wall, waiting for him to call his wife back. The officer saluted him and walked away to give him privacy.

John stared at the phone, apprehensive to call Helen back. It must be Thomas…he thought. He hesitated, but slowly put the phone up to his ear. He dialed his home number, hearing only two rings before his wife picked up. She was sobbing and breathing heavy into the phone. She was hysterical, and he couldn't make out any of her words.

"Helen, slow down. Tell me what has happened," he said, hoping it was all just a big misunderstanding.

"I–I didn't know" she started, trying to control her sobbing. "He–he was acting strange. I should have known," she said, sobbing harder into the phone.

"Helen, just tell me what happened," John said, trying not to lose his temper.

"Thomas…He–he turned himself in….they already came to get him. We didn't get to say goodbye…." She held in her sobs, waiting for his response, but it did not come. He hung up the phone and stared at the wall. He was expecting that Thomas had another seizure or something. He would have never thought that his son to turn himself in. The SS Officer came back into view.

"Obergruppenführer Smith, is everything all right, sir?" the man asked. John nodded, neutral expression on his face. "We have a car waiting outside for you. Reichsführer Himmler has ordered that you stay in the best of our hotels tonight. He said he will discuss the films with you tomorrow over breakfast." John nodded and followed the man out the building. As he said, there was a car waiting for him.

After entering the hotel room, he checked it from top to bottom. He spotted cameras and recording devices in the living room area, but none in the bathroom or bedroom. He kept up his façade until he was sure he wasn't being watched. John closed the bedroom door, wishing that it had a lock. He slid down the wall until he hit the floor, trying to hold in his emotions. He wanted to break things, and tear stuff apart, but instead, he let tears fall. He knew this was all his fault. He should have never went about the situation the way that he did. He didn't want to admit it, but he is mad at himself for raising his son as a Nazi. He was perfect…my perfect boy…he should have never thought that he was anything less than perfect.

Once John calmed down enough, he searched the room for complimentary alcohol. There was a bottle of whiskey sitting on the nightstand, and he opened it, taking a few gulps before closing the top. He kicked his shoes off, took off his jacket, and fell onto the bed. He opened the bottle again, and took another swig. I should have been open to Thomas about the whole situation…he went to Miss Crain before going to his own parents. Did he trust her more than he trusted me or Helen? I don't understand…

A/N

Let me know what you guys think! This will probably be a slow burn/multichapter thing, and I'll try to update every week or every two weeks.