A/N: So this is my general idea for this series I am thinking of beginning - I want to go through the entire series of Hogan's Heroes episodes, but look at them from a slightly different angle from the originals. I want to reinterpret them as more serious, grittier, and with more emotional content. In my 'verse, Klink is a closeted homosexual, and there will be eventual slash between Klink and Hogan, so don't read if you don't like. But, it will be one-sided for Klink for quite a while so don't go looking for the slash soon. In fact, there will be a lot more het than slash here. There are some other twists and turns that I don't want to spoil for now, but I just want to say that I intend to be faithful to the cannon, just deepening it further.

If/when I get to the end of the series, I have a story about the end of the war I'd like to write to wrap up all the stories of the major characters.

I love feedback, so please, always comment! I will respond to all non-anonymous reviews. If you like what you read, please let me know. If you have suggestions for improvement, I'd love those as well. Silence, to me, indicates lack of interest, which would possibly cause me to quit.

I am beginning with "Hold That Tiger" because the Pilot/First episode is different from the rest of the series in some of its details.

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Hold That Tiger - 1

Colonel Robert Hogan was feeling pleased with himself that night at roll call. All the major pieces of his assignment were now in place, and there had been hardly a hitch. He had an excellent crew of men under his command, top specialists in all their fields, and each one could speak German like a native. The network of tunnels was almost complete, the radios were in place, and contacts with the German and French Undergrounds were secured. The German staff of Stalag 13 had also been carefully screened and discreetly modified where necessary. A few problems had been transferred and important relationships cultivated, particularly that with Schultz, the sergeant-of-the guard. The man was such an unwitting asset to them, Hogan suspected that Schultz might single-handedly win the war for the Allies.

Hogan's first few tasks had been easy, moving escaped prisoners from other camps along to the coast for rescue as well as some basic eavesdropping on the commandant of the camp. Hogan was eagerly awaiting an assignment that would really let them stretch their wings.

So, Hogan sauntered out with maybe just a bit more of his usual swagger for the nightly roll call and report on the prisoners. As he lined up with his men, he noticed Commandant Colonel Klink looking at him with a slight scowl of disapproval. He gave a smile and a friendly wave, he didn't want to antagonize the man, but didn't want Klink to think he could be intimidated, either. Klink grimaced and looked away.

As Schultz went through his counting routine Hogan pondered the enigma of Wilhelm Klink. Hogan knew the man on paper, but the living man was still a bit of a mystery. He was a decorated veteran of the Great War, he'd been a fighter pilot for the Luftwaffe! He came from an aristocratic Junker family, but strangely, after the war his life had stagnated. He had never married, and although he remained in the service, his post-war performance had been described by his superiors as " one degree above miserable." It was that dossier that won him the position of being "selected" by the Allies to be in charge of the POW camp where Hogan's operation would be run. In the few months of their acquaintance Hogan hadn't been able to get much of a feel for the man himself aside from his nervousness and a certain level of personal vanity. Klink was very proud of his escape-free record at Stalag 13. Hogan could almost imagine the look of affronted disappointment Klink would have if he ever found out it was due to Allied efforts, rather than his own. Klink also had musical aspirations, the tortured sounds of his violin often graced the camp in the evening hours.

Aside from these few things, the man was a mystery. He didn't date, and in fact almost never had personal visitors of any kind. His personal secretary, Helga, was quite the lovely young woman, but Klink never flirted with her, and in fact threatened the men under his command against attempting to win her favor. That had left her conveniently open for Hogan, and the two of them had a very amicable, and mutually beneficial, relationship.

Hogan knew that he should count his blessings. He had a camp commandant who simply showed up for work, did his job, then retired to his quarters at night. His record made him confident and so he didn't bully the prisoners, inspections were laughable, and he didn't try to involve himself in the war effort beyond pushing paperwork across his desk. Still, Hogan wasn't satisfied. He felt as if he needed to know more about Klink's personal side in order to better ensure the overall success of his operation. Even small details such a fondness for a certain dish of food could be useful. Up until now, Hogan had been mostly focused on more practical details on getting things running. Now, he would have the time to remedy his lack of knowledge about his commandant.

After Schultz's customary report had been completed, Hogan was surprised to see Klink march briskly over to where the prisoners were lined up. Klink had them gather in an informal group around him. Hogan was intrigued, this was something new.

Klink began speaking, looking very self-important, "Prisoners! From time-to-time, out of my own free will, I bring you news of the war of which you are no longer a part."

What followed then was the usual propaganda spew about the glorious Wehrmacht which was greeted with hisses and catcalls from the prisoners. What followed, however, had Hogan pricking up his ears.

"I have just returned," Klink continued doggedly over the boos and insults, "from a nearby Panzer division which is completely equipped with the new and secret 'Tiger' tank which will crush all resistance like eggshells."

This was greeted with more vocal derision from the POWs. Hogan maintained a look of unconcern while his brain worked furiously. A nearby secret tank? If we could obtain the blueprints for it...


A/N: So let me know what you think! If I do a second chapter, it will be from Klink's POV.