Author's Note: I don't own Hogan's Heroes. This is a fictional story any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental.

Olsen and LeBeau followed the Sergeant down the steps. Olsen pushed passed the Sergeant, who grunted in annoyance. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, he glanced around, he couldn't see Newkirk. He turned slightly to ask the Sergeant where the prisoner was, when a figure lunged at him out of the shadows. Taken by surprise, he stumbled backwards, losing his balance as he fought his attacker.

"Peter." Olsen said with shock, as he recognized the battered face of his friend.

The Sergeant aimed his rifle at Newkirk, "Non, monsieur." LeBeau said, softly. The Sergeant half-turned to look at the shorter man on the step above him, who had a Luger pressed into the Sergeant's side.

"French!" He spat, "General!..." He had started to holler, but LeBeau hit him over the head with the pistol.

Newkirk was still struggling with Olsen, who was trying to soothe him, when Lutzen and Carter both appeared at the top of the steps.

"What is this?" Lutzen thundered. He and Carter both went for the steps, bumping into each other. Lutzen glared at Carter, who took a brief step back. Quickly descending, Lutzen pushed passed LeBeau and stepped over his sergeant, reaching Olsen and Newkirk, he grabbed Newkirk around the neck and yanked him up.

Lutzen's hands tightened their grip and Newkirk's vision tunneled, as he struggled to breath. Olsen jumped to his feet and started to pry Lutzen's hands from around the Englishman's neck. Carter and LeBeau ran down the steps. LeBeau joined Olsen in removing Lutzen's hands. The two finally broke Lutzen's grip, he shook his arms free and took a step back. Carter grabbed Newkirk as he slumped to the floor, gasping for much needed oxygen.

Carter felt nauseous as he took in the numerous cuts and bruises covering his friend's face and upper body. He and LeBeau eased Newkirk over to the staircase, leaning him against the steps. Carter then turned on Lutzen furiously,

"How dare you treat a prisoner of war in this manner." Carter said, his voice menacingly low.

Olsen, noticing the change in Carter's tone, stepped in front of him, saying, "Herr General, he was not to know."

Carter glanced at Olsen briefly, before returning his gaze to Lutzen, "Believe me, Lutzen, I will remember this. You had better hope the Red Cross does not investigate."

Lutzen lifted his head, in defiance, "Take your prisoner and go."

Carter scowled, "Olsenberger, you and the private take the prisoner to the truck. Schnell!"

Olsen and LeBeau each put an arm around the barely conscious Englishman and hauled him upright. They proceeded to half-carry, half-drag him up the steps and over the Sergeant, through the house, and over to the truck. Hogan started the truck and prepared to leave.

Carter and Lutzen exited the house. Lutzen turned to the bigger guard and told him to get the men ready to move out, and told Wilburt to get the Sergeant out of the cellar.

Carter stalked over to the truck, turning he said, "Lutzen, if I never see you again, it will be too soon." He climbed into the truck and nodded to Hogan, who put the truck in gear and drove away.

Lutzen glared at him until the truck was out of sight.

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Hogan drove until he reached the spot where they left Kinch and pulled over. He climbed down and met Kinch at the back of the truck.

"Well? How bad is it?" Hogan asked, looking into the truck.

Olsen looked up, from where he was assessing Newkirk's wounds, "I don't know. He has cuts all over his torso, he's been severely beaten, and he has what looks like a bullet wound in his left hip."

Kinch looked at Newkirk and then to Hogan, "There's no telling how much internal damage he has. He needs a doctor."

Hogan smiled half-heartedly, "Then it's a good thing Klink ordered us one."

Kinch climbed in to the back of the truck beside Olsen.

"Do not worry, mon ami." LeBeau soothed into his friend's ear, "We will get you a doctor and be back to Stalag Thirteen in no time."

Hogan went back to the driver's seat and climbed in. He noticed Carter hadn't moved or said a word since they left the farmhouse. Pulling the truck back on the road to Hammelburg, he peeked over at Carter,

"Are you all right?" He asked, softly so the others wouldn't hear.

Carter opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out. After a moment, he shut his mouth and nodded. Hogan knew something was wrong, but decided to pursue it later.

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Schultz was staring at his half-full beer stein. He was sure Hogan and the boys had run off. He was debating whether or not to even return to Stalag Thirteen, when LeBeau nudged him,

"We are back, Schultzie, come on."

"Back? Oh, good! Wunderbar!" Schultz threw some money on the table and rushed after the little Frenchman. His smile faded when he reached the truck and looked in, "What happened to the Englander?"

"Your lovely Gestapo boys had a couple of dances with him." Hogan said, bitterly, "We need to take him to Doctor Bernhard Voll."

"But...but, the Kommandant said..." Schultz started, before Hogan cut him off,

"We need someone who won't ask questions." He motioned to the unconscious corporal, "This sure isn't Yellow Fever, and how could you explain his condition to Klink?"

Schultz swallowed, "Ja, let's go get the doctor."

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An hour and a half later, found Schultz and the Heroes sitting in the parlor of Doctor and Mrs. Voll. They sat mutely, each absorbed in their own thoughts, waiting for news on Newkirk. The door opened and everyone looked up hopefully.

"I'm sorry boys, nothing yet." Mrs. Voll said , gently, " I brought you some coffee."

Hogan smiled, "Thanks. How does he look?"

She smiled sympathetically, "I am not a doctor, I'm sorry."

She finished filling the cups and left. Schultz looked over at the clock as it chimed, "Colonel Hogan, I am well over due. The Kommandant will be very angry."

"I know." Hogan sighed, "Don't worry, Schultz, I'll think of something to tell him."

He looked around at the members of his command. LeBeau sat on the window seat looking out into the moonlit street, he was mouthing words. Hogan was about to ask him what he was saying, when the Frenchman did the Sign of the Cross. Hogan smiled, briefly sending his own prayer up.

Kinch was sitting in the corner, reading one of the magazines Mrs. Voll had brought in when they first settled down to wait. Olsen sat on the floor beside him, also looking at a magazine. Hogan's eyes then fell on Carter, who sat by the fireplace. Carter was pale, and he still hadn't said a word, just stared into the fireplace.

Hogan stood and walked over to Kinch, "Go ask Mrs. Voll if you can use her radio and send a message to camp, let them know what's going on. Tell them to cancel the evacuation order."

Kinch stood and started to leave when Hogan, pulled him over, "Take Olsen and LeBeau with you."

Kinch looked at him curiously. Hogan pointed to Carter. Kinch nodded with understanding before he reached over and tapped Olsen and LeBeau, motioning them to follow him.

Hogan then turned to Schultz, "Hey, Schultz, I think Mrs. Voll has some chocolate cake in the kitchen. Why don't you go get some?" he suggested.

Schultz's eyes lit up at the thought of cake, "Ja, I'll do that." He stood up and ambled off to the kitchen.

Finally alone with Carter, Hogan moved over to where the young sergeant sat. He grabbed the poker and stirred the fire, "How are you holding up?" he asked, quietly.

"Oh, I'm just fine, sir." Carter said.

Hogan replaced the poker and sat down beside him, " No, you aren't. What's the matter, Carter?" he pressed.

Carter looked up, "Well, I...It's just..." he was interrupted by Dr. Voll, who stepped into the parlor

"Colonel, a moment, please."

Hogan crossed the room to the doctor, concern written on his face, "How is he?"

Voll took a deep breath, "A sprained ankle, gunshot wound to the left hip, three broken ribs, and a sprained jaw. He's also lost quite a bit of blood." He paused, finally he broke into a smile, "He had me worried for a while, but if he rests and allows the wounds to heal, he should recover."

"Can we take him back to camp with us?" Hogan asked, relieved.

Voll hesitated, "Well, I don't think that's best, it's still early. I'd like to keep an eye on him; however, he's awake and asking for all of you."

Hogan patted Carter on the shoulder, "Go tell the others."

Carter jumped up and practically ran out of the room. Voll lead Hogan out of the parlor and into the guest bedroom. Hogan grinned when he walked in, Newkirk was trying to get up and Mrs. Voll was having quite a time keeping him in bed.

"I'm not missing roll call, love." Newkirk said, "The Gov'ner will 'ave me 'ead."

Doctor Voll joined his wife's efforts to return the Englishman to his bed.

"Corporal Newkirk, you will stay in that bed, until Doctor Voll releases you." Hogan said, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"But, Gov, 'ow will you explain me absence ta ol' Iron Eagle?" Newkirk asked.

"Olsen has it covered." Hogan said.

As he spoke, LeBeau entered the room rambling off in French,

"Vous stupide anglais. Comment vous aurait pourriez faire quelque chose de tellement manifestement dépourvus de sens ? Vous essayez d'obtenir vous-même tué ?"

"Come on, Louis, if you're gonna bawl me out, at least do me the courtesy of doing it in the king's English." Newkirk said, slightly irritated, as his head was aching.

"I said you are a fool, mon ami." LeBeau said, rolling his eyes, "What ever possessed you?"

"I'm a glutton for punishment." Newkirk sniped.

"Ease off, LeBeau." Kinch chastised, "He's been beat up enough."

"Not that badly," Olsen piped up, "He still managed to land a couple good blows on me."

"Sorry, mate." Newkirk grinned, "Where's Andrew?"

"He didn't want to come in." LeBeau said, shrugging his shoulders.

Hogan sighed, "I think he feels badly about what happened."

Newkirk looked puzzled, "What? To me? Silly git, wasn't 'is fault."

"I'm sorry to break this up, but Colonel Hogan, the Kommandant will have my head." Schultz whined, "We must go back, now."

"All right, Schultz, we're coming." Hogan replied, motioning to Doctor Voll, " Doc, I want you to come with us."

"But, why?" Voll asked, confused.

"You'll have to talk to Klink, tell him that Newkirk doesn't have Yellow Fever." Hogan said, "Tell him you want to take Newkirk for observation."

"But, how will you..." Voll started to say.

"Let me handle it." Hogan interrupted, ushering the Doctor and Schultz through the door. He motioned for LeBeau, Kinch, and Olsen to say their good-byes, "I'll try to talk Klink into letting us see you tomorrow." Hogan was the last to leave, throwing Newkirk a reassuring look.

Newkirk looked over to Mrs. Voll, "Fancy a game of cards?" he asked.

"You should rest." Mrs. Voll said, gently.

"Not sleepy." He shrugged.

She smiled, turning to the kerosene lamp, "I'll turn this down, sleep will come." She turned the lamp down, sat down in the corner of the room, and started to knit. When she looked up, thirty minutes later, she found the Englishman had drifted off to sleep.

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Schultz and Doctor Voll pulled in through the gates of Stalag Thirteen. Klink stormed out of his office, "SCHULTZ!" he bellowed, "Where have you been all night?!"

"Herr Kommandant, I beg your pardon, but I had some mechanical troubles with the truck." Schultz said, repeating the story Hogan gave him, but Klink wasn't paying any attention.

"Who is this?" He asked, indicating Doctor Voll.

"I'm Doctor Voll." the Doctor smiled, "I hear from your sergeant that you think you have a case of yellow fever."

"Schultz, I sent you to get Doctor Muller, not Doctor Voll." Klink said, exasperated, "Dummkopf!"

"Fredrich was otherwise engaged." Doctor Voll smiled, "Now, where is this Yellow Fever patient?"

Klink studied him a moment, "Very well, Schultz take him to Sergeant Wilson."

"Jawhol, Herr Kommandant." Schultz said as he led the Doctor to the infirmary. Hogan and Olsen met them at the door,

"Okay, wait for about ten minutes, then Schultz and Wilson will carry Olsen out on the stretcher." Hogan said, "Olsen, keep your head ducked, don't let anyone see your face or the game is up." Olsen, now dressed in a British uniform, nodded.

Doctor Voll looked puzzled, "But, how will he get back in?"

Hogan grinned, "Don't worry about it. Just make sure Klink lets you take the patient."

Olsen climbed onto the stretcher and adjusted sheets. Schultz and Sergeant Joe Wilson, the camp medic, each went to pick up the stretcher, when the door banged open. A suspicious Klink strode into the room. Oslen turned his head away and Wilson stepped beside him to block Klink's view of the patient.

"I spoke to Doctor Muller. He said he wasn't visited at all tonight." Klink said, looking at Voll , "So, what are you doing here?"

Translation:
Vous stupide anglais. Comment vous aurait pourriez faire quelque chose de tellement manifestement dépourvus de sens ? Vous essayez d'obtenir vous-même tué ? - You stupid Englishman. How would you could do something so manifestly devoid of meaning? You try to get yourself killed?

P.S. I must say, I love the French Language. What I put into the translator is not the same as what came out! haha. This was the hardest chapter I've written, because I had an idea for another story and couldn't focus on this storyline. If you have an questions, comments, or criticisms review or send me a PM. :) Much love