Two Colonels are better than one
Disclaimer: I don't own the A-Team nor do I own Hogan's Heroes, I am not making any profit by this.
Hi guys, this story is dedicated to Oldies127 who asked me to write this crossover and therefore made me watch Hogan's Heroes. I really love that show, thank you so much! :))))
I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 1:
Colonel Robert Hogan lounged carelessly on the top bunch in his office, a book in his hands, he wasn't reading though. He had finished the books an hour ago and was now bored out of his wits. Roll call wasn't due until one hour and London had kept silent for almost a week. To make matters worth it had been unreasonable hot the last couple of days. They had to spend the days in the barracks, because it was simply to hot to play ball games outside and even Klink had seen that in the cooking air he couldn't let his prisoners do any work, the senior POW officer didn't even have to threaten him with the Geneva convention.
In short, there was absolutely nothing to do and while his men seemed to enjoy the unexpected holiday, after three days the Colonel was getting antsy.
At first he had tried to socialize with his team, consisting of the little French cook Corporal LeBeau, the cocky Englander Corporal Newkirk, the solemn black Sergeant Kinchloe and the joyful, childlike Sergeant Carter, who were sitting on a table playing gin, but he kept getting distracted and had finally fled his teams concerned gazes to the solitude of his office.
Absent-mindedly he stared out of his window in the shimmering afternoon air, when he suddenly saw the main gate open.
One of the little trucks used for prisoner transport entered Stalag 13. As it stopped four prisoners were led out, they all were handcuffed and one of them was leaning heavily on one of his comrade, a burly black man with a Mohawk.
As Colonel Hogan saw the Kommandant of their Camp Colonel Klink hurry towards them he left his post at the window, to do his duty as senior PoW officer of this Camp and welcome the newcomers. As he left his office he bade his team to follow him, one never knew, when he might need a distraction.
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Colonel Hogan strode towards the guards with wide, confident strikes, while his men split up behind him, ready to distract the guards if needed too, trying to look inconspicuous.
"Afternoon, Kommandant", he greeted cheerily with a sloppy salute. "Who are those guys? We are a bit full at the moment, do they have a reservation"
While talking he surveyed the new prisoners carefully. He could tell they were fellow soldiers, even when they were not dressed in uniforms. The oldest of the men wore a beige jacket and black gloves, he was standing slightly in front of the others and seemed to be the one in charge. The blond one next to him was dressed in a black leather jacket, even though he tried hard to seem as calm as his superior he kept shooting worried glances towards the wounded one. Hogan followed his view.
From close up he saw the slight shivering of the other man's lanky form in his brown bomber jacket, he was clearly running a fever. There was a round hole in the man's trousers, he had been shot and even though the wound had been cared for it must still hurt like hell.
Hogan wondered how long that man could remain standing.
Big brown eyes, dull from the pain, but determined, met his and Hogan had his answers, this man would stand as long as needed to.
"Very funny Hogan!", the Kommandant disrupted his train of thoughts. "Disssssmissssssed!"
"Hi, how was your journey here?", he asked the newcomers, ignoring the Kommandant, "I hope you are not disappointed with the locations here? It is not the Ritz, but it is all right once you get to know it."
"Hooooogan!", the Kommandant whined again with no luck.
The leader grinned, which caused the handsome one to groan.
"Aw, don't make yourself small, add a swimming pool here, a golf course there and it will do just fine. But the journey..." Here the other man groaned dramatically. "you really ought to take me to the tourist guide, so I can complain!"
Colonel Hogans brown eyes twinkled in anticipation. He had a feeling they would get along well enough!
"Enough!", Colonel Klink now shouted, stomping his foot in anger, trying to regain control of the situation. "You will lose your sense of humour soon, Stalag 13 is the toughest POW camp in the whole Third Reich! No one has ever escaped from here! Right Colonel Hogan?"
"Oh, yes, Herr Kommandant, it is!", the Colonel answered, carefully hiding his amusement.
Satisfied Kommandant Wilhelm Klink turned around, his ever present riding crop pressed securely under his arm. "Prisoners, follow me! You too, Colonel Hogan!", he ordered them.
For the first time the man with the Mohawk spoke now. "How do you think we do that, sucker? The foo' ain't walking nowhere like this!", he said, indicating the wounded man in their middle.
"Boy, that man sure has an bad attitude", Colonel Hogan thought and went to move in, as Klinks patience seemed about to snap, but was outdone by the blond one.
"You know, Herr Kommandant, the man has a point there! My friend here can't walk on his own, he will need help. If you want him to be carried by one of the guards, okay, that is your choice, but imagine what they would tell at home, having to carry a lowly PoW under your command... If the Gestapo heard of it..."
Klink fumed: "Are you threatening me, prisoner?!"
"I would never dare, but why don't you just undo the handcuffs, so we would be able to help him? I've heard a lot of you, you certainly have a reputation to lose..."
Hogan was amazed how good the kid was at pulling Klinks strings already, but he could tell that his favourite Kraut wasn't yet convinced.
"Release you? So you could escape? I will certainly not do that! I have been warned of you! You..."
They never heard what he had been warned of as Hogan, with one look at wounded man, who was getting paler every second, stepped in.
"Aw, come on Kommandant, you are our "iron Colonel", what will they do? Grow wings and fly away over the fence? No one ever escaped under your watchful eye and the men respect you for that, do you want to tell me, you can't keep these four prisoners from escaping, especially while one of them has a leg wound? Boy, have we misjudged you..."
At that Colonel Klink found back to his usual boisterous self.
"Wait Hogan, you are right! Schultz!"
"Jawohl, Herr Kommandant!"
"Free these prisoners!"
"But, Herr Kommandant...!"
"You heard me, Schultz! Now!"
Hastily the big guard unlocked the handcuffs.
As he finished Colonel Hogan caught his eye and winked at him, smiling mischievously. At once Schultz's eyes shot wide open. "I see nothing, nothing!", he mouthed, which only made the Colonel grin wider.
Finally they proceeded towards Klink's Office. The black and the blond one helping the wounded man, while their superior went ahead.
Colonel Hogan strolled behind, keeping an eye on these newcomers. They were definitely an interesting bunch. They couldn't have had an easy journey and still they all thoroughly scanned their surroundings while walking. And not only all on their own, but together, each taking a side.
As he watched them one thing became clear to him, they weren't just a bunch of soldiers mingled together by fate, but a team!
I really hope you enjoyed it, please tell me what you think. Was it to much dialogue? I will try to let a bit more happen in the next chapters.
Also this is my first Hogan's Heroes fanfiction, so please tell me what you think, did I get the characters right?