Hogan's heroes One Shots

Wrong assumptions 2 ~ Hogan X Newkirk

Here is the second part and it turned out...much longer than I had planned...

I hope, it does makes some sense....

Hogan walked worriedly through the dimly lit tunnel. Why had LeBeau made such a big fuss? He took a left turn and soon came to a ladder which he climbed. Once at the top, he pushed the stove aside and was now standing in Schultz's living room. The Colonel pushed the stove back, thus covering the secret entrance. He heard the shower running and sighed softly. Hogan wiped his hands on his pants and entered the bathroom. He closed the door again behind him. Newkirk was in the shower. He was curled into a small ball on the floor, sobbing so quietly that Hogan would have missed it over the pounding of the shower if he hadn't been listening carefully. The Colonel slowly walked towards the shower.

"Newkirk?" He asked. The Brit raised his head in shock and stared at him with wide, innocent eyes.

"C...Colonel?" He whimpered, quickly wiping his nose. "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" Hogan asked, looking into Newkirk's tear-stained blue eyes. "And why were you crying?" Newkirk whimpered weakly and sniffled again.

"I...I'm fine." He murmured softly. "Why are you here, sir?" Hogan sighed and removed his cap from his head. He relaxed his posture and took a deep breath.

"Peter." He then said quietly and looked desperately into Newkirk's face. He rarely used Newkirk's first name. First, because only his team knew about their relationship, the others from the barracks didn't. And second, because he just couldn't get used to it. Newkirk sniffled. "Have you slept with a woman? Is that why you've been gone so long? Do you realize that you have not only jeopardized yourself, but the mission, us and the entire country!?" Hogan's voice grew louder towards the end of the sentence.

"No. I haven't." Newkirk cried and couldn't hold back the tears. They spilled freely down his cheeks again, while the water from the showerhead was still pelting down on him. Hogan leaned forward and turned off the water. Newkirk looked like a frightened, wet puppy. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead, his body still huddled in the corner of the shower. Hogan noted with great horror how thin Newkirk had become compared to the last time Hogan had looked at him closely. The American could see each rib individually, as Newkirk's hipbones. "I...I didn't cheat on you, sir." Newkirk whimpered, quickly wiping the tears from his cheeks again. Hogan sighed and knelt in front of the shower. He slowly reached out and placed his hand on Newkirk's cheek.

"You know I kiss women when I see them. You don't have to lie to me."

"I love you!" Newkirk shrieked in desperation. "I would never do that."

"Peter..." Newkirk got up, shaking, and grabbed the wall to keep from falling. Hogan was now staring at his body in shock. Cuts and bruises. Everything was represented on Newkirk's pale skin. There were deep cuts on his back that looked like they had been made by a pocket knife. Large wounds were visible on his wrists, as if he had been tied tightly. Hogan's eyes widened as he took a closer look at Newkirk's body. His neck was bruised in the form of fingerprints, his eye was a little swollen, and his ear was bleeding. There was a long, deep cut on his collarbone that ran to the middle of his chest. But Hogan didn't notice the worst until Newkirk got out of the shower and walked past him. It was on Newkirk's thighs. On his right and left one, there were two burn marks on the side, just below his pelvic bone: A swastika.

Hogan swallowed hard, fighting his emotions. Newkirk met his eyes.

"I love you...Robert." It was weird using Hogan's first name, actually Newkirk had never done it before. "I love you with all my heart. I would never betray you. But I did it anyway." Newkirk ran his shaking hand over the swastika on his thigh and winced in pain. "I did it. But never on purpose." With that he wanted to leave the bathroom, but collapsed.