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Chapter 25:

The next time Hogan opened his eyes, he was lying in a bed in a hospital room. His eyes fluttered open slowly and took in his surroundings. Nothing but an average hospital room. The walls were light blue and white. There was a bathroom, a curtain separating part of the room from sight, a nightstand and table on his left and next to that sat a chair. There was a window to the left of him and saw that it was nighttime.

He was drained of energy, fought to stay awake, and find out what happened. He had oxygen assistance in his nose helping him breathe, an IV in his left hand, and a hospital bracelet on his right hand. His belly felt tight and swollen. He turned to look down at his middle, and it felt like it was bandaged tight. He must of had surgery, he thought to himself. He rubbed his belly gently, then turned his head to the right and closed his eyes. He was about to fall back to sleep, when he heard the doorknob to his room 'click' and woke back up to see who it was.

The door slowly opened, and Dr. Richard Klaussner, loyal member of the underground and fellow friend, made his way silently inside. He closed the door behind him without a noise and once catching sight that Hogan was awake, he gave a soft grin.

"Well...good evening there. I was wondering when you were going to wake up," The old man said friendly.

The colonel swallowed to moisten his dry throat.

"What happened?" Hogan croaked, raspy.

"You took a pretty nice bullet to your diaphragm. There was lots of bleeding that needed to be stopped before I could repair the wound itself. It'll be a bit difficult to breathe for a little while yet. That's why you have the oxygen assistance. It'll feel fairly tight inside your stomach while breathing in for about two weeks or so."

"That's why it feels so tight." Hogan rubbed his belly again.

"That, and it is tightly bandaged to protect the stitching from your operation."

The American closed his eyes and let out a soft breath. Once he had done so, Hogan opened his eyes again and looked at his old and close friend.

"Richard...can I see my men? I need to tell them how sorry I am...for all of this." He voice was tired and guilt ridden.

The old man smiled warmly.

"I don't think that will be a problem, Robert." He made his way towards the door and sensed something funny. He swung his leg back and kicked the door hard. The next thing he heard was a choir of voices cry 'Ow!'

"You men eavesdrop worse than the Gestapo," Klaussner called, through the door.

"I wouldn't mention that word if I were you, Richard. LeBeau here is a bit fired up about them at the moment." Kinch's voice replied, muffled.

"It ain't just him, mate. Next time I see one of them Krauts, I'm killing them regardless!" Newkirk spat.

Klaussner shook his head softly and turned his eyes to the ceiling. He opened the door and let Hogan's men file in. Seeing their commander awake, the four of them smiled and made their way towards him. Carter took off from them and hurried towards Hogan, then hugged him gently.

The colonel gave a faint smile and patted his back gently.

The young sergeant sat down in the chair on Hogan's left, Newkirk sat by Hogan's legs on the same side, and Kinch and LeBeau joined them and stood.

Klaussner's smile brightened.

"I'll leave you men alone," he said softly, and quietly made his way outside in the hall.

The four men before the colonel turned to face him and smiled boldly.

"How are you feeling, Colonel?" LeBeau asked.

"Very sore and sleepy." Hogan answered, drowsy.

"We were worried there for quite a bit, Sir. We thought it was over," Kinch said softly.

"I should've died...after everything I put you men through...after everything I said and did...I'll never forgive myself...what I did was treason." Hogan closed his eyes and shook his head gently. He was ashamed of himself. He had gone to the enemy side. He had exploited top secret military plans for the Allies and might have cost them a huge loss in the war. He threatened to kill his own friends and many more innocent lives he worked with on a daily basis. How could he possibly continue as Papa Bear? He wanted to be sent home and serve his court martial as deserved for everything he had done.

"Ah, Colonel. Don't be so hard on yourself." Kinch replied, with sympathy.

"It was that filthy bosche, Hochstetter's fault." LeBeau hissed.

"Bloody bastard." Newkirk growled.

"It wasn't your fault, Colonel. What Hochstetter and Fritz did to you was unspeakable. We know you didn't mean it...it wasn't even you, Sir. It was a different, scary man that did it. Not you." Carter added friendly.

"I gave away important military plans...I betrayed my country...I betrayed London...I betrayed all of you." Hogan felt tears welling in his eyes. He hated himself for what had happened to him. He should have been stronger than he allowed. He was disgusted with himself. He felt that his men should have been screaming and barking at him right now instead of sitting with him and telling him how much they missed him.

Newkirk could not help but laugh at his commander's response.

"Oh, Gov'nor...you gave Hochstetter anything but secret military plans."

Hogan looked at them suspicious and a bit confused.

"What do you mean 'anything but secret military plans'?" He questioned.

"The plans you stole from White Rabbit. They were fake. The real ones are still with him." Kinch answered, grinning.

"You failed the Krauts the entire time, Sir. Our operation is safe, and so are you." Newkirk added.

"I failed them?" The colonel asked. He was beginning to form a smile. It was the first and only time he would ever be joyous for failing an assignment.

"Big time. You actually made it worse for the Krauts. While they were waiting for the Allies to fly over the middle of the forest where they were in hiding, the Allies in actuality were flying in the complete opposite direction of them and eliminated the demolition factory without anyone guarding it." Kinch reported.

"You helped us the entire time, and we didn't even know it until now," LeBeau said, smiling.

Hogan smiled tiredly, and it took all of his strength to stop himself from laughing. After all this time and thinking he had put everyone and everything he cared for in jeopardy, he had helped London the entire time. He had fooled the Germans, lead them away from where they needed to be, and made the war effort that much harder on the enemy.

"Looks like Colonel Hogan was there the entire time, and all of us were completely unaware of it," Carter said softly.

"I knew the Gov'nor would never betray us. Just took a little bit to get him to come back was all." Newkirk remarked.

"So, you guys aren't mad at me?" Hogan asked meekly.

"If anything, we are proud of you, Colonel!" LeBeau replied, strong.

"You truly are the strongest person we have ever known. Right, guys," Kinch said.

All of them nodded in agreement.

Hogan closed his eyes and felt at peace. He had his men back. He had his operation back. He was home.

The five of them were about to start a new conversation, when the door to Hogan's room opened, and a beautiful yet familiar looking woman with shoulder length blonde hair, wearing a black jacket with a fur collar and wool mittens, and had the most prettiest dark blue eyes ran inside.

"Robert!" She cried, with tears streaming down her face. It was Tiger. The underground agent hurried to the colonel's right side, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek, making Hogan smirk.

"Now I know I'm home." He grumbled, his eyes closed.

Tiger sat down beside Hogan's legs and looked into his eyes lovingly.

"I thought I would never see you again." She trembled.

"I must be a cat with nine lives, then...make that about four lives left."

Tiger giggled softly and wiped her eyes.

Kinch smiled and started for the door with Carter and LeBeau.

"We'll leave you two alone for a little while. Come on, guys," he said.

"Yeah, we'll catch up with you later," Newkirk said, waving them off.

LeBeau grabbed the English corporal by the shirt collar and pulled him out of the room with them.

Once out of the room, Tiger and Hogan turned to look at one another again, smiled, then softly kissed one another. Yep, he thought. He was certainly home again.

Months passed, and soon it was the beginning of October. The weather was still nice and summer-like outside most of the time. Hogan was still healing a bit from his gunshot wound to the diaphragm, but was back to running the operation and doing his duties as Senior POW Officer of Stalag 13.

Macher had safely arrived in London a few days after Hogan was admitted into the hospital for his injuries. He was now working with British Intelligence and also held position as a German decoder aiding the Allies in the war.

While Hogan was resting in the barracks, Carter, LeBeau, and Newkirk were outside throwing baseball pitches and tossing them back to one another in front of Klink's office. Kinch was sitting on the bench outside the barracks resting under the sunshine's warm rays.

Carter was throwing the ball into his glove a few times, warming up his arm for Newkirk. Deciding they wanted to make the game a bit more interesting, the three men decided to add some defense into the game.

LeBeau was guarding Carter, and once warmed up, the sergeant was struggling to find an easy way to make the pass to Newkirk.

The British corporal moved over a bit and found an opening to catch the ball.

"Andrew! Pass it here, mate!" Newkirk cried.

Seeing him out of the corner of his eye, Carter with all his might threw the ball high over LeBeau's head, and all three of their eyes followed it as it soared high in the sky and crashed onto the roof of the Kommandantur's. It rolled down the tilt and stopped, when it got stuck in the gutter at the roof's edge.

The little Frenchman turned his head towards the young sergeant and glared at him.

"Nice," he said, sour. "Now what?"

"Gee...sorry for trying to get the ball to the other person." Carter remarked, with a bit of irritation.

Newkirk raised his eyebrow, turned to face the roof where the ball was, nodded, then turned to look back at his friends.

"I think I've got an idea," he said.

"Aw, my back!" Carter whimpered. He was cringing at the intense pain he felt running up and down his spine. The sergeant was on all fours on the ground with LeBeau on all fours on top of him, and Newkirk standing on top of the little Frenchman reaching up and trying to grab the baseball stuck on the roof.

"Pierre, hurry it up, would you? I'm starting to lose feeling in my shoulder!" LeBeau moaned. He winced at the exceptional amount of weight being put on him.

"I've almost got it, Louis. Just give me a minute." Newkirk remarked.

Another whimper escaped out of Carter's mouth.

"My back's gonna give out in a minute, guys." He quivered.

"I've...almost...got it!" Newkirk grunted. He was reaching his arm out towards the ball and was having great difficulty not having his arm be a few inches longer. In an attempt to try and make his reach a bit less hard, he lifted one of his legs up and tried standing on his tip toes to give himself a boost.

"Awhg!" LeBeau and Carter cried.

"Lose some weight, Pierre!" The little Frenchman cried.

"Ah, sod off!" Newkirk snapped back. He went back to focusing on his target.

Kinch made his way over from the barracks, saw the three of them on top of each other, and grew concerned. He raised his eyebrow, then made his eyes up to the top.

"What are you doing?" The leading sergeant asked, suspicious.

"Carter threw the baseball up on the roof, and I'm trying to reach it. I almost have it." Newkirk grimaced again while trying to extend his arm to the extreme.

The poor young sergeant on bottom finally could not stand it any longer, his back giving out, and collapsed to the ground with an 'oompf'!

LeBeau and Newkirk, waving his arms to try and balance, toppled over onto the ground screaming and landed with a thud. The Englishman fell on his back, and the Frenchman fell onto his right side.

"Are you guys alright?" Kinch asked, worried.

"Just peachy, mon ami." LeBeau answered, irritable. He groaned, rolled over onto his stomach, and propped himself up with his elbows to try and collect himself.

Hearing the noise, Hogan hurried out of the barracks and ran over towards his men while holding his middle.

"Is everyone alright?" He asked, anxious.

"They're fine, Colonel. Just being their usual goofball selves." Kinch answered, shaking his head.

"We wouldn't have fell had it not been for Andrew here." Newkirk scowled, now sitting up and his right arm wrapped around his leg.

"I told you two my back was gonna give out." Carter grumbled.

"Well," LeBeau said. "That ball's not coming back down."

Hogan lowered his head and chuckled.

"I'm just glad none of you are hurt." The colonel answered, smiling.

"Does my dignity count?" Carter replied, meek.

Hogan put a hand on his hip and shook his head. He turned to look at all of them, and his face became more serious.

"You'll have to put your game on hold for later anyways. London just called. We've got a new assignment." He spoke softly.

Forgetting all about what had just happened, Newkirk, Carter, and LeBeau quickly got to their feet and surrounded their commander with Kinch.

"What is it, Gov?" Newkirk asked, eager.

"Do we get to eliminate one of the filthy bosche?!" LeBeau cried, with excitement.

"Oh boy, I sure hope I get to blow something up!" Carter cheered softly.

Hogan gave another laugh.

"Come on in, and I'll tell you guys more," was his answer.

The five of them started heading in, when Carter stopped them.

"Hey, Colonel?"

Hogan turned to his youngest team member.

"What did Major Bock end up doing with Hochstetter?"

Kinch smiled softly.

"Hochstetter won't be bothering us for a while, Andrew. Berlin has him on special assignment stationed in Dusseldorf. If he even tries to leave and come near this camp, General Burkhalter has orders for patrols around here to shoot and kill."

"Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy." Newkirk grinned.

"Alright, guys. Get in here," Hogan said friendly.

They all gathered inside the barracks, and Hogan closed the door as he explained their next project.

The End :)