Hogan's heroes One Shots

Cold ~ Carter

I wrote the beginning at school and finished it now. It is not really long, but I hope you can still enjoy it. Sorry, if it does not make any sense.

For whole_lotta_woman and beatlebealane

It was a rainy Sunday night at StaLag13 with Andrew Carter lying in his bed trying to sleep. He'd had a bad stomach ache all evening, but he hadn't told anyone. The young sergeant groaned softly as he pulled the thin blanket tighter around himself. A few prisoners were already asleep. Hogan was in his office reading a book. After a while it went quiet in Barrack 2. The lights went out and Carter listened to LeBeau's soft snoring and the quiet breathing of the other men. He moaned softly and curled up into a small ball. Carter looked up at the bunk above and saw it move as Newkirk turned. He bit his lip hard and whimpered softly. Eventually he couldn't take it anymore and slowly got up. Newkirk was asleep, his back was to him, so he was looking at the wall.

"Hey. Newkirk." Carter hissed, tugging at the sleeve of his nightgown, which half the men in the barracks had made fun of. Newkirk grumbled and turned away. "Peter, please." Carter whimpered softly. He never called Newkirk by his first name, but he was keen to talk to his friend. And the pain was getting too big. "Peter. Please wake up." He whimpered softly and shook his shoulder again. The Englishman groaned weakly and turned to face him. His blue eyes were lazy and he had large under-eye circles. Carter suddenly felt bad for waking him up since Newkirk had been on a mission all night the day before and that night as well.

"What?" Newkirk asked, trying to sound angry, but even Carter noticed he was just tired.

"I can't sleep." Carter whispered, looking at him sadly. Newkirk now rolled fully onto his side and leaned on his right arm.

"And that's why you're waking me up, so I have to share your fate?" Carter chuckled a little. Normally Newkirk would have ripped his head off for something like that and probably woke the whole barracks in the process. Today he was far too tired for such activities. Carter felt another spasm of pain in his stomach. He groaned weakly and grabbed the frame of Newkirk's bed to keep himself up. "Hey. What's going on?" Newkirk mumbled, wiping his tired eyes. The American looked at him in distress.

"I have a stomach ache." Newkirk groaned weakly.

"I told you not to eat Louie's ruddy fish stew." Carter chuckled softly. Newkirk hated fish stew. Carter's stomach was pounding loudly and he wrapped his arms around it, whimpering. Newkirk watched him suffer for a while before rolling his eyes in annoyance. "Come up." The Englishman scooted aside. Carter looked at him perplexed. "Come on, or I'll change my mind." Newkirk grumbled. Carter nodded quickly and climbed onto the bunk bed. Newkirk pulled the covers over him and wrapped his arms around the younger one. Carter stared at him in shock. If he had expected everything, but certainly not this. Newkirk had his nose buried in Carter's neck and was breathing evenly.

"Newkirk?" Carter asked quietly.

"Mh." The Brit growled. He was so tired and finally wanted to sleep.

"It hurts." The American whimpered as a few tears rolled down his cheeks. Newkirk slowly sat up in bed. Carter rolled onto his back to face him. He could only make out Newkirk's silhouette in the dark, but he could see him pretty well. His hair was sticking up and looked pretty shaggy. Newkirk yawned and stretched his back.

"Wait here." The corporal climbed off his bed. Carter watched as he threw on his coat and slipped on his boots. Then the barrack door opened and it got cold for a moment before the wooden door closed again.

*

Newkirk crept across the square, crouching in front of a searchlight. Ruddy Andrew. He was finally lying quietly in bed, thinking he could sleep, but no, the bleedin' Yank had put a spanner in the works. Newkirk ducked behind a pillar as Langenscheidt passed him. Damn Krauts, Newkirk thought as he walked on and knelt on the floor beside the headquarters. His deft fingers opened the window that led to Klink's basement. He slipped inside and closed the window behind himself. It was even colder down here and he couldn't suppress a sneeze. Newkirk wiped his nose and went through the basement, up to Klink's apartment. Once inside, he made his way purposefully to a certain cupboard, from which he pulled out a hot water bottle. It was an oval copper bottle for warming the bed. Newkirk grinned victoriously as he sat on the floor in front of the stove and warmed up for a while. It was so nice and warm here. The Englishman closed his eyes and felt himself drifting away into sleep, but he jerked awake again. Andrew needs me, thought Newkirk as he scooped hot coals into the bottle with a small shovel and a poker. He screwed it tight and put it in his coat pocket.

*

Andrew lay in Newkirk's bed and shivered. Now not only from pain but also from cold. His teeth chattered loudly as he rubbed his upper arms and curled up under his own and Newkirk's blankets. It was so cold in here. Where did Newkirk go? Carter grinned a little. Newkirk was a grumpy dog ​​and often mean to him, but they were still like brothers. When one needed the other, they were there for each other. The door opened again and Carter looked up to see Newkirk entering. The Englishman took off his boots and tossed them in the corner before climbing onto the bed with Carter, his coat on. He grinned a little at him as he pulled the hot water bottle out of his large coat and put it under the covers with Carter. Then he lay down next to his friend. The Brit pulled the sergeant to his chest. Carter closed his eyes, humming. It was slowly getting warm. The hot water bottle kept them both warm. The blankets didn't let the heat go away and Newkirk's coat, which Newkirk had also wrapped around Carter, helped as well.

"Newkirk?" Carter asked quietly again.

"Shh. Get some sleep, Andrew." Newkirk murmured. His eyes were closed, his arms wrapped around Carter.

"Thank you." Carter whispered smiling, and tucked his face back into Newkirk's neck before falling asleep. Newkirk grinned a little. Andrew would always be his crazy little brother.

THE END;)