Counting the Hours

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Hogans heroes' characters. This story isn't written to offend them or make money or anything.

Summary: I thought that since I have some spare time I'd write something. If you don't like it I'm sorry, but I needed something to do. Just a short story about waiting. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

It isn't fair! Yeah I'd busted my wrist falling into the tunnel the other day, that doesn't mean they can keep me here.

I'm not a pet dog! I shouldn't be caged up, inside! It was just a little sprain! Why couldn't I have gone too?

And now I'm stuck here, helpless! What happens if they get caught? What do I do then? I'm not Kinch I can't operate a radio to call for help! I could never talk my way outta a situation like the colonel!

Oh the waiting is killing me! How does Kinch deal with it? He has to sit and wait so much! All by himself! Man, he must have more self control and patience than anyone I know!

I should probably stop pacing soon; I'm wearing a groove into the floor. My legs are hurting too. But what else is there to do! I'm stuck here counting the hours till they get back. Worrying, thinking of what could have gone wrong.

Images of painful deaths, Gestapo interrogations are flashing through my head. Oh c'mon colonel! You gotta get back soon! I'm going stir crazy!

I didn't know I could get so worried; fancy me, Newkirk, worrying about people so much that I've been pacing for over two hours. The boys back in London will laugh at this.

I never knew how attached I'd gotten to the group until they left me here to worry about them. I'm never going to hurt myself again I know that now. Simply so I never get left behind again.

Boy, oh boy, this worry is all consuming. I need to get my mind off it. I think I'll go find some cards.

Hold on, what was that? Is it them? Are they back? Oh please all be ok!

Oh thank gosh, there's the colonel and Kinch! But hold on! Where are Carter and Lebeau? Oh no! Warning signs are flashing everywhere? Whats gone wrong? Why does this always happen to me?

"Colonel, where's Carter and Lebeau?"

"Newkirk. There's been a problem."

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Okay guys so what did you think? R & R please! The next chapter should be up soon. I'm really sorry if you don't like it.- Capt. Cow