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Disclaimer: I don't anything to do with Hogan's Heroes. Except for the DVDs, but I don't think that counts.
Also, WARNING! This story contains slash. Nothing hardcore, I'm not into that. Really there's not much until the last chapter and even that's not a whole lot, IMHO. Anyways, enjoy.
Nightmare
Chapter 1
A scream of terror ripped through the night.
All of the men in Barracks Two were startled awake.
Four men climbed swiftly from their bunks and rushed towards their commanding officer's quarters, where the sound had originated.
Just then the door to the barracks swung open to reveal a very large man with a tiny mustache.
"What's going on here?" Schultz asked as he flicked on the light. "What was that noise? And what are you doing out of bed?"
The sergeant's eyebrows rose with each question.
"I stubbed my toe when I went to get dome water,"said LeBeau, hiding the fact that he had his boots on.
"Don't worry, Schultz. We'll all be back in bed in a minute," Kinch said reassuringly.
"You'd better be," Schultz said, attempting to sound stern.
Newkirk and Carter moved forward and stood on either side of Schultz, ushering him towards the door.
"Why don't you just go back outside and go back to sleep, Schultzie," Newkirk suggested.
"I wasn't sleeping," Schultz said indignantly. "I was risking my life guarding you dangerous prisoners!"
"Of course you were," Carter agreed.
"You'd better keep guarding us then," Newkirk said as they pushed Schultz outside.
Schultz's eyebrows rose as if he just realized it. "Ja, you're right." Then he turned and marched away with his nose stuck in the air.
As soon as the door was closed the men rushed to the barrack's private quarters.
Colonel Hogan lay in the top bunk, moaning and whimpering, completely tangled in his blanket.
Carter moved first. Standing on the bottom bunk, he reached out and shook Hogan's shoulder.
Instead of waking up though, the colonel yelled and lashed out, sending Carter sprawling with an angry red mark on his jaw.
"Gee, this must be some nightmare," Carter said as Kinch helped him to sit in the desk chair.
"Carter, what did you do?" LeBeau asked, watching as Hogan continued to flail and roll around.
"Someone'd better stop him before he hurts himself," Kinch said, preoccupied with the blood that was beginning to drip from Carter's wound.
"I got it," Newkirk said quickly.
In one deft motion he swung himself up onto the top bunk and straddled Hogan effectively pinning his legs to the mattress. Then he grabbed the colonel's wrists and pinned them to the mattress as well.
Hogan continued to struggle against Newkirk, whipping his head from side to side.
Newkirk leaned forward and spoke in the most calming voice he could manage.
"Colonel. Colonel Hogan. Wake up guv'nor, you're dreaming."
Hogan didn't wake up, but he did calm down.
Newkirk let go of Hogan's arms and climbed down.
"Nothing to it," he grinned.
"Alright then, if there's nothing to it, you stay here in case he starts up again," Kinch said.
"That's fine with me mate," Newkirk said, plopping down onto the bottom bunk. "It'll give me a chance to get away from LeBeau's snoring."
"I don't snore!" LeBeau said indignantly.
"You just keep telling yourself that," Kinch said as they moved toward the door.
"Do I snore, Carter?" LeBeau asked, trying to get a different answer.
"Like an elephant with a cold," Carter said.
Kinch closed the door behind them, effectively cutting off the rest of their argument, and Newkirk tucked in, looking forward to some much desired quiet.
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