Notice: I can't believe this story has finally come to its end! Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, first off! I love reading them and hearing your feedback! I have a couple of shout outs to make, before you read this last chapter. I want to thank my amazing friend, Danzinora Switch, who helped me create a couple of scenes and conversations in this story! I literally don't think this story would've been possible without her help! I then wanna thank ColHogan, for being my role model on this site (I hope she's reading this), Abracadebra for her constructive criticism and support for all my HH stories, and most importantly, my awesome beta reader and new friend, Gaerwn! You rock! Here's my last chapter! I've loved writing for all of you! Wish me luck on my leave of writing!

Klink and the four prisoners all shot out of the elevator like a gun bullet frantically searching for Dr. Klaussner. They found the old man coming out from what looked like an operating room and immediately came to his side.

"Doctor, how is he?" Klink pleaded.

"Is mon Colonel alright?" LeBeau cried.

"Please, sir; tell me he's alright!" Newkirk begged.

Dr. Klaussner did not answer any of them. He simply stared at them with a blank expression on his face.

"Come on, Doctor! You're killing us!" Kinch said, speaking for all four of them, disregarding Klink.

Dr. Klaussner turned to face the hall to Hogan's room and signaled for the four of Hogan's men to follow, as he started making his way down to the room.

Kinch, Carter, Newkirk, and LeBeau frantically followed the old doctor, leaving Klink to himself. The old Kommandant started pacing and biting his fingers through his leather gloves. Please, God; let Colonel Hogan be alright, he thought to himself.

Dr. Klaussner, Kinch, Newkirk, Carter, and LeBeau reached Hogan's room. Dr. Klaussner was about to open the door, when Kinch stopped him.

"Richard, wait,"

The elderly doctor turned to face Kinch, crossed his arms, and gave his attention to the current commanding officer.

"Yes, Kinch," Dr. Klaussner said.

"Please, Richard...I'm begging you...please tell us if Colonel Hogan's alright! What happened?!" Kinch pleaded.

Dr. Klaussner was silent for a minute before answering. "You'll find out soon enough."

The four of them shut their eyes tightly, to s man, terrified of what they see when the door finally opened. The four prisoners heard a 'click' and opened their eyes. Dr. Klaussner had opened the door and gestured for them to enter.

At first, LeBeau and Carter were fidgeting nervously, while Newkirk and Kinch were stoic and stone-faced. They were anxious, nervous, frightened, horrified of what might come into sight as soon as they entered that hospital room. They all eventually came to their senses and realized they had to do this for their commanding officer. All of them releasing a huge, shaky breath, the four of them finally made their way slowly into the hospital room.

LeBeau was the first one to enter. The room looked the exact same, but his jaw dropped and eyes bugged out the minute he saw Hogan slightly sitting up in bed and smiling at his visitor. He was no longer in need of oxygen assistance, but most importantly, he was awake and conscious, again!

"Mon Colonel!" LeBeau cried. The little Frenchman ran to Hogan and hugged him. The American officer simply gave a weak smile and hugged back gently still being so weak.

Newkirk bolted in next hearing LeBeau and had the same reaction.

"Gov'nor!" Newkirk cheered. He ran to stand besides LeBeau.

Kinch then came in and smiled.

"Colonel...you're awake!" Kinch gasped, smiling. He too then ran to stand by on LeBeau's other side.

Carter was the last to walk in and had a great big smile grow on his face.

"Colonel! You're okay!" Carter cheered. The young sergeant ran to his commanding officer and gave him a big hug. Hogan again smiled and gave him a hug back. Kinch then let Carter sit down in his chair and gave Hogan a side hug and patting his back. Finally, the commanding officer turned to face Newkirk and smiled at him. His Englishman had been standing there smiling with his hands in his jacket pockets. He was hesitant on whether or not to hug Hogan. Hogan silently smirked then weakly held out his arms.

"Get over here, Newkirk." Hogan said, softly. His voice was soft and tired, but the tone was the same.

Newkirk sighed smiling and walked over to give Hogan a nice hug. Hogan smiled and returned him the same.

After the four of them had gotten their hugs and welcomed back their commanding officer with loving arms, they all took their usual spots and began talking with one another.

"When did you wake up, Colonel?" Kinch asked.

"Oh...I've been awake for about an hour or two...I was resting my eyes, when I heard the door open." Hogan answered.

"Oh...we're sorry, Colonel. Did we wake you?"

"No...I've been asleep for about two and a half months. I don't think I need anymore for a while."

"You deserve all the rest you can get, Colonel!" LeBeau said, proud.

Hogan softly chuckled.

"I'll be alright. I'll just need some time to get my strength back is all." Hogan said.

"How's your pneumonia, Gov'nor?" Newkirk asked.

"It's all gone," Hogan started. He swallowed and continued. "It cleared up after my 'episode', as Richard said it was."

"Colonel, I don't think I've ever been more scared in my life than when we thought we were gonna lose you." Carter said trembling.

"More than the operation almost being exposed?" Hogan remarked with a suspicious look.

"You heard us, Colonel?" LeBeau gasped.

"Why else do you think I nearly crushed Newkirk's hand, when he threatened to kill Freitag?" The commanding officer replied.

"Every single word?" Carter asked.

"Well, not every word...I went in and out of it every once and a while, but I heard enough." Hogan replied.

"Don't worry, sir; I kept myself under control...it was almost impossible, though, when he called you that filthy Hitler crook." Newkirk said, trying to keep himself from grinding his teeth. The thought of that mongrel was enough for the four of them to feel blood pumping in their veins.

"He was disgusting, Colonel!" LeBeau sneered, crossing his arms.

"How did you get rid of him?" Hogan asked.

"We'll tell you all about it, when you're feeling all better, Colonel." Kinch said, smiling.

"I don't think I can wait that long to hear about this 'Barbara'." Hogan said, turning to LeBeau smiling.

"Blimey, Gov'nor; don't get Louis here started, again! One of the things I wished you hadn't heard." Newkirk grumbled.

"There is nothing wrong with being in love, Pierre." LeBeau sneered, irritated with his friend's disapproval of Barbara.

Hogan smirked and turned to Carter.

"Carter, how are you doing?" He asked the young sergeant.

"Oh, I'm fine now, Colonel. Ooooo! By the way, happy birthday, sir." Carter replied, smiling.

"Oh yeah; happy birthday, Colonel." Kinch added.

"Happy birthday, Colonel." LeBeau said, smiling.

"Happy birthday, Gov'nor." Newkirk said, grinning.

Hogan smirked.

"Well, thank you." He said, blushing.

"We'll have a huge birthday party for you, when you get back to camp, sir." Newkirk said.

"I'll make your favorite cake, Colonel!" LeBeau said, dreaming of his homemade chocolate cake with moist chocolate frosting and topped with chocolate chips.

"And I'll be looking forward to it...and Newkirk." Hogan started.

"Yeah, Gov'nor," Newkirk said.

"Don't ever blame yourself for something happening to me...what happened wasn't your fault...it wasn't anybody's fault...understand?"

Newkirk smiled and nodded.

"Yes, Gov'nor." Newkirk answered. As much as he tried taking the words to heart, until Hogan was back on his feet again, the Englishman still felt a slight twinge of guilt about everything.

Hogan smiled at all of his men, and they continued talking with one another.

Hogan came home from the hospital two weeks after that. The men let him rest for another two weeks, before they threw him his belated birthday party they had promised him.

Hogan sat in his usual spot, his crush cap on and his jacket sitting besides him smiling, as he listened to LeBeau, Newkirk, Kinch, and Carter sing 'Happy Birthday' to him. When they got to the third line, 'Colonel' and 'Gov'nor' were heard within one another, then they finished singing. The American officer closed his eyes for a brief moment then blew out his candles, making his men start cheering.

Newkirk, Kinch, and Carter sat down at the table, as LeBeau starting cutting the cake for everyone.

"Did you like my present, Colonel?" Carter asked, hoping he would say 'yes'.

Hogan smirked.

"Yes, Carter; I've never before got a homemade bow and arrow for my birthday."

"Made it just for you, sir."

LeBeau had finished giving everyone cake and all of them sat down and began eating and talking.

"What about my journal I gave yah, Gov'nor?" Newkirk asked.

"It's a nice one. Looks a lot like the one Klink got that he never uses." Hogan replied, taking a bite of his favorite cake.

Newkirk smiled mischievously.

"It is his, sir." Newkirk said, holding back from laughter.

Hogan could not help but chuckle. He had missed his mens' sneaky behavior that drove Klink absolutely up a wall.

"Newkirk, you're terrible." Hogan teased.

"Just let me know, when yah need my ten magic fingers, Gov'nor!" Newkirk said, wiggling his fingers in the air proud.

"I can't wait for you to meet Barbara, Colonel. She's magnificent, I tell you." LeBeau said, dreaming off on his love.

"Blimey, Louis; I don't think Colonel here cares for you dating a Hochstetter." Newkirk moaned.

"She is nothing like that filthy bosche. He may be her uncle, but she's one of a kind." LeBeau said, dreamy.

"Yeah...so's her uncle." Newkirk said, slightly unamused.

Kinch chuckled and turned to Hogan.

"Pretty much what happened around here, while you were away, Colonel."

Hogan smirked and shook his head.

"Colonel...what's your favorite present out of all of ours?" Carter asked, randomly.

"Colonel doesn't pick favorites; you know that, Andrew." Newkirk remarked, stunned.

"I was just wondering was all. Geesh, can a guy ask a question?"

"Actually, I do have a favorite present, this year." Hogan said, smiling.

"What is it?" Kinch asked.

"It's mine, isn't it, mon Colonel." LeBeau said, sure of himself.

"A picture of you and Barbara is a present for yourself, Louis. Not the Gov'nor." Newkirk remarked.

LeBeau glared at the Englishman and turned to Hogan.

"It's not any of yours." Hogan started.

"Oh," Carter said, sadly.

The rest of them started to frown, when Hogan grew a smile on his face.

"I'm home with all of you, again." He finished, sincerely.

And with that, the five of them all smiled and continued having their celebration talking to one another and eating birthday cake. Things were finally back to normal...well...normal for Stalag 13, at least.