Hogan's heroes One Shots

Forbidden love ~ Newkirk X (surprise)

Hi there! I am back with a new Oneshot. This one is sad, sorry, I punched it together in something about two hours. I did not even plan it the way it turned out in the end, but hey. Maybe you like it. I hope so.

This one is for whole_lotta_woman

Hope you like it, mate.

Warnings: violence, blood, death, hate agains gays (WW2), strong love

P.S.: Newkirks love is in the pic on the top

Corporal Peter Newkirk had been in the cooler for a week and a half. The English airman sat on the small bed, his eyes closed. He was tired, hungry and in desperate need of a bath. He held his head in his hands and stared at a spot on the floor. How did Peter end up here? Well, Colonel Hogan needed a distraction to get to London to discuss something important. And once again, Newkirk was the scapegoat who had to do something stupid to get attention. This time it was really bad and since Burkhalter was there he had even been whipped. Newkirk groaned softly as he shifted his weight incorrectly and his injured back sent a blast of pain through his body. He gasped softly as stars formed in front of his vision. This time Klink even had him put in a different cell. They had no tunnel connection to this one, which meant that he really was locked up for two weeks. Without LeBeau's food. Newkirk hung his head as he heard Schultz's deep voice chant from down the aisle:

"Black-brown is the hazelnut, black-brown am I too, am I too..." Newkirk chuckled softly. At least Schultz was having a little fun. The hatch on the door opened and the guard's fat face looked inside. "Newkirk?"

"Hey, Schultzie." Newkirk smiled and gave him a wry look. Schultz smiled sympathetically.

"How are you, Newkirk?"

"As good a man in solitary can be." Newkirk murmured, laying on the bed. Of course on his stomach. The pain in his back was too bad. Schultz sighed softly.

"I think the commander might let you out a little earlier. General Burkhalter is leaving tomorrow." Newkirk nodded slightly and looked at the wall. Schultz hesitated a little before saying: "Colonel Hogan has a message for you."

"Mh?" Newkirk turned his head and looked at him over his shoulder.

"He says thank you." Newkirk smiled faintly and nodded. "Well." Schultz checked his watch. "My shift ends now."

"What time is it, Schultzie?" Newkirk asked quietly. He had completely lost track of time and only knew that it had to be evening, since there was no light through the tiny window.

"It's 10 p.m." Schultz said in a sing-song voice.

"Aren't you on the night shift today?" Newkirk asked puzzled. Schultz grinned through the small window.

"No, I got off today."

"Oh." Newkirk murmured.

"Well then. I'm going to the Hofbräu now." Schultz said proudly. Newkirk smiled.

"Have a beer on me, Schultzie." Schultz nodded and started to close the hatch, but stopped.

"Good night, Newkirk. It won't be long before you're out again. It's all because you're always doing some monkey business." Newkirk chuckled softly. If only Schultz knew.

"Good night, Schultzie." Schultz closed the flap and the Englishman listened to his heavy footsteps moving away from the cell.

*

Newkirk was almost asleep when the heavy cell door opened with a loud squeak. The Englishman grumbled and put his hands over his ears.

"Close the door, Schultzie." He wailed softly. The door closed again but didn't lock. "What..." Newkirk turned his head weakly.