Notice: So, hey guys! This is going to be my last story I post for 'Hogan's Heroes' or any fandom for a while. I will instead be focusing on reading some stories I've been dying to read on here and learning some new techniques from other writers to incorporate into my own writing. I will not be gone forever, but I will be taking some time off, before I come back and write for this site, again. Without further adieu, here's what I hope to be a great finale story for you guys to read, before I take my bonne voyage!

It was a nice day out in Stalag 13. Nothing more than clear blue skies and a sparkling sunshine that warmed up the day. Most of the prisoners were outside playing sports and socializing with their friends. There were five prisoners, however, who were not out in the morning sunshine getting fresh air. In barracks two, Peter Newkirk, Louis LeBeau, Andrew Carter, and James 'Kinch' Kinchloe were taking care of their commanding officer and friend, Colonel Robert Hogan, who was recovering from a bad viral case of pneumonia.

As Hogan lay in his bed inside his quarters, his men were out in the main area talking to one another. LeBeau was making Hogan some warm scrambled eggs, as Kinch, Newkirk, and Carter sat at the table talking to one another.

"How much longer do you think it's gonna be, before Colonel can get back to how things were before getting sick?" Carter asked, swirling his coffee around in his cup.

Newkirk took a drag on his cigarette before answering. "Gov'nor seems to be fine, to me, but I won't risk it for at least two more days."

"Still has that nasty cough, though." Kinch said. He took a drink of his coffee.

"The Colonel will be back on his feet in no time. After he has a bite of these scrambled eggs, he'll be out here faster than you can say 'Klink'." LeBeau said, sure of himself.

"If you say so, Louis." Kinch answered back.

LeBeau put scrambled eggs on a plate along with a cup of coffee onto a tray and walked into Hogan's room. He knocked twice then opened the door and smiled at seeing his commanding officer was up in bed reading a book. He was wearing green pajamas with a design in them forming squares.

"How are you feeling, Colonel?" LeBeau asked stepping in.

Hogan put his book down gently to the side of him and smiled. "I'm feeling a lot better, thank you."

"You sound a lot better, too." LeBeau said, as he sat down the tray on Hogan's bed. After that, he sat down besides Hogan's legs and talked to him, as he watched Hogan eat his breakfast. "How's your cough?"

Hogan finished chewing his mouthful of eggs and swallowed before answering. "Still a little deep, but I think I'll be well enough to come out tomorrow, if everything goes well."

"That's wonderful, Colonel! Things haven't been the same around here, since you got sick."

Hogan chuckled softly.

"I haven't exactly been enjoying it myself, either." Hogan answered, softly.

"Oui, Colonel," LeBeau said smiling.

Hogan covered his mouth with the crook of his arm, as he started having a coughing fit. After settling down, LeBeau grabbed a glass of water that was sitting on Hogan's footlocker and handed it to him. He took a drink and handed it back to LeBeau sighing with relief.

"Thanks, LeBeau," Hogan said, softly.

"I wish we could get rid of that cough for you." LeBeau said.

Hogan smiled.

"I know you guys do. Unfortunately, even Wilson can't get rid of it for me. He said my cough would probably last at least another week." The colonel said, sadly.

"Do you want me to make you more of my grandmama's secret family vapor gel to use, Colonel?"

"No, that stuff makes my eyes water and my nose run."

"That means it's working, Colonel."

Hogan smirked and shook his head.

"No, thank you, LeBeau. I might need another batch of these eggs, though." Hogan said, as he took another forkful of eggs.

"Oui, Colonel; glad to see your appetite has returned." LeBeau said, sincere.

Hogan smiled and continued eating his breakfast, as LeBeau left the room.

LeBeau walked out into the main area and sat down smiling besides Carter, Newkirk, and Kinch.

"The Colonel is smiling and making jokes, again." LeBeau said, cheerful.

"Good; he's been sick with this thing for about three weeks, now. Had he still been sick, I think I would've gone bloody crackers." Newkirk answered, taking another drag on his cigarette.

The four men were just starting to speak again, when the fake bunk rose up, and Olsen came out with a piece of paper. He walked over to Kinch and handed him the folded sheet of notepad paper.

"Message from London, Kinch." Olsen said, handing Kinch the piece of paper.

Kinch read over it and sighed shaking his head.

"Tell London message received and acknowledged." Kinch said, sadly.

"On it," Olsen answered, running back to the bunks and closing it.

"What does it say, Kinch?" Newkirk asked.

"London wants us to blow up a ball bearing plant four miles due west from here. The sooner we get rid of it, the better." Kinch answered.

"We can't do a job like that without Colonel. We need everybody in order to execute such a mission." Carter said.

"I know that, Carter; we'll have to take Olsen along, instead. Colonel's still too weak from suffering pneumonia, though."

"I thought Wilson said the pneumonia was gone." Newkirk stated.

"It is gone, but he's still weak from it. Not to mention he has that terrible cough." Kinch remarked.

"I'll talk it over with Colonel." Newkirk said.

"Pierre, you'll make the Colonel worse, if you try to convince him he's well enough to come along." LeBeau cried.

"He'll be furious, if he finds out we kept this from him. Now, if he wishes to come along, I'll be his bodyguard and make sure nothing happens to him." Newkirk said.

"Are you sure that's safe, buddy? What if Colonel starts having trouble breathing?" Carter asked.

"I'll bring along a nebulizer just in case that happens." Newkirk answered.

"If you think he can handle it, Newkirk." Kinch simply said.

"I wouldn't be doing this, if it were any other way. Colonel will be just fine." Newkirk said, then he walked off to talk with Hogan himself. He knocked on Hogan's door twice then entered and closed the door leaving Carter, Kinch, and LeBeau to sit and think for themselves.

"I hope you're right, mon ami." LeBeau answered, softly.

Newkirk made his way in to see that Hogan had finished his breakfast and had gone back to reading his book. The commanding officer looked up at Newkirk and smiled, then put his book back down to the side of him and wrapped his arms around himself.

"Well, looks like I'm just getting all the visitors, today." Hogan smirked.

"You're quite popular, if I do say so myself, Gov'nor." Newkirk answered, friendly.

Hogan grinned and nodded.

"What brings you in here, Newkirk?" Hogan asked, smiling.

Newkirk closed the door and walked over to Hogan's bed, then sat down on the bottom bunk by Hogan's legs, where Hogan had slept since falling ill with pneumonia.

"Kinch just got a message from London, sir." Newkirk began.

Hogan seemed to perk up, as he grew curious and worried regarding what the message said.

"What did it say, Newkirk?" He asked, intently listening.

"London wants us to blow up a new ball bearing plant, sir, four miles due west from this here's camp. It must be a big enough threat to advance the Germans in winning the war, 'cause they said they want the job done ASAP."

Hogan sighed.

"I suppose Olsen will be coming, then." Hogan began.

"Actually, sir, that's what I came in to talk to you about." Newkirk replied.

Hogan raised an eyebrow.

"Really," Hogan said flat.

"Actually, sir, I was wondering if you would be interested in coming along for when we do this." Newkirk finished.

"Newkirk, I don't know if that's such a good idea. I still have those awful coughing fits. If I had one while there, it could be loud enough that I would put us all in danger."

"Gov'nor, I tell yah I'll be your source of protection. Even bring along a nebulizer just in case. You needn't worry a thing!"

"You say that, which makes me worry."

"We can't do this kinda job without yah, Colonel. Now, had it been any other mission, I would say 'let's go with Olsen and let the Gov'nor get stronger'. We're blowing up a ball bearing plant, however, and according to London, it seems more important than usual. I tell yah I wouldn't let yah out of my site for a second."

Hogan chuckled and gave Newkirk a friendly glare.

"Since when did you become my bodyguard, Newkirk?"

"Since the day yah fell ill, Gov'nor."

Hogan silently chuckled and shook his head.

"Alright, Newkirk; I'll come. Have Kinch, LeBeau, and Carter meet me in here after lunch. We'll discuss plans then. I wanna get some reading done in the meanwhile."

"No problem, Colonel."

Newkirk was about to head out, when Hogan stopped him. He turned around to see what his commanding officer wanted.

"Will you pour me a glass of water, please?" Hogan asked.

"What for, Gov'nor?" Newkirk asked.

"I feel another coughing fit coming on."