Hey hey hey! Thanks for all the reviews, guys! ... Wow. It's been so long since I've been on here, that I dunno who's reviews I've answered anymore. ... *sigh* So here y'are. One big THANKS for everyone. Truly, your reviews mean the world to me. :) Your follows too!
Actually, that's why I'm here. I'd hate it if you had nothing to follow, and there was one part of the whole fic that bothered me. A small loose end.
I'm going to tie it up now, very simply, and dedicate it to all of you (man I am so cheesy).
Oscar Schnitzer always had mixed feelings as he prepared to make his rounds at Stalag XIII. The first time he'd come through those gates, he hadn't been able to speak more than a few words in English, and had been content with merely ensuring that his dogs did not kill the allies. After all, if that was the small part that he could play to end the war and help his fatherland, he would do it.
As soon as he had realized what his new leader was doing to his beloved country, he had begun fighting back, in all ways that he could, though working mainly alone. The camp though, had been a prime example of just what his Fuhrer had begun. The barbed wire had loomed ominously as he drove his truck through the similarly adorned gates. The dogs even seemed to feel the dampened spirit of the drab, grey place, quieting their usual noises in the back.
That first impression had been another reason for him to keep fighting back. Though ...
He had never expected to become so attached to the men there, eventually becoming their first underground contact. Hogan had worked his magic within a month of arriving at the camp, he remembered well. The colonel could speak fluent German, and had quickly taken over the camp, spurring the small rebellious actions of Oscar until the man had expanded his operation, and now they worked together quite regularly.
Now arriving at the camp brought a much different feeling. A small smile quirked his lips as the guard at the gate let him through with hardly another glance. He could see the prisoners milling about, sticking close to their barracks, and surreptitiously watching as he pulled up alongside the dog-pen.
He knew that the Colonel and his men weren't currently working as normal. Not with all of the Gestapo activity in the area. They seemed overly zealous to see him, and he suspected that it was caused in part by the lack of excitement. The small Frenchman expertly diverted Schultz's attention away from he and the dogs as the Englander and his American friend made it up to him. "Hi Schnitzer!"
Oscar would never cease to be amazed at the young sergeant's naivete, wondering for the umpteenth time just how the man regularly managed to fool people into thinking he was anything other than a kind-hearted friend. The Englishman scowled at his companion's beaming smile and friendly greeting, asking the question that they must have come to find the answer to. "Any news, Oscar?"
"Nein, I'm afraid." Schnitzer answer in a surly tone, "Zhe Gestapo is still waiting to spring a trap."
"Oh." Sergeant Carter deflated, and Oscar couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the obviously desperate men.
"Great. Jus' when we're startin' to go barmy ..." Newkirk muttered, and Schnitzer allowed the smile he'd deliberately hidden earlier to slip free.
"Do not worry. I do not think that Hogan's heroes can be bested by such a small thing as nothing to do."
Carter caught him off guard as he practically shouted, "THAT'S IT!"
"Carter! You should not be here!" Schultz burst past LeBeau at American's shout to intervene, and Newkirk wrinkled his nose, putting a finger in his ear on the side that Carter had just deafened.
"What is it, Andre?" LeBeau followed the portly sergeant.
"Gee, thanks Schnitzer!" Carter was still jubilant. "I knew the name was missing something before, but Hogan's Heroes is perfect!"
"What are you talking about?" Schultz broke in, even as Newkirk's frown was snorted out in disbelief,
"You aren't talking about that bloody song are you?"
"Ah, oui! Hogan's Heroes is a nice name." LeBeau agreed.
"Hogan's ... Heroes?" Schultz asked, still behind.
"That's ruddy awful! 'oo in their right mind would call anyfing that?" Newkirk scowled, even as Olsen joined the fray, appearing from seemingly nowhere.
"Call what what?"
Schnitzer began to worry at the amount of prisoners that were now surrounding him, and he supposed that it must have showed on his face, because that's when Schultz stepped in once more, floundering to wrest control once more from the prisoners. "That's enough! Everybody back, back back!"
"Bawk bawk bawk!" Olsen clucked in reply just for fun as Newkirk griped,
"We 'aven' 'ad a bloody fing ta do for so long, an' now yer tellin' us to go back to doing nofing!"
"I did not tell you to do nothing, I said back!" Schultz defended, and the conversation degraded from there into English that was too fast for Schnitzer to discern.
Oscar attempted to hide a smile as he swiftly finished his job, then moved to get back into his truck.
Even as he closed the door, he chanced a look out the window at the small group of men surrounding and arguing with the portly sergeant. He chuckled dryly, thinking back on the small observation that he'd made, and the amount of turmoil that had resulted, then shook his head as he started his truck.
Hogan's Heroes indeed.
Whelp, that's the tag end to "Hogan's Heroes" That I thought of ages ago, but wasn't able to write until now. Remember that Carter thought of the name, even though he "blamed it on Schnitzer". :)
I love Hogan's Heroes so much, thanks for letting me write in this fandom, and I hope to be much more active here from here on out. :)
So. ... I'm home.