Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or places associated with Forever or Hogan's Heroes. (disclaimer applies to all chapters)

Author's Note: Just a little cross over idea, written with the hope that somewhere out there are fans of both shows. I'm reposting it here from Archive if Our Own, there seems to be a larger HH base here. Feel free to tell me what you think.

"Uh, Colonel, we've got trouble." Kinchloe said hesitantly, exiting the tunnel under the bed.

"What is it, Kinch?" Hogan asked from the stove."

"London's got something new for us, something big."

"And…"

"And it's a doozy, suicide mission really."

"Wonderful. What is it?"

"Feeding false development information to the krauts, meanwhile partially blowing up a lab."

"Not the whole thing? Carter will be disappointed."

"London was very specific," Kinch replied," there have to be survivors."

"Hopefully that'll include our guy. Did they provide this false intel?"

"And leave it up to chance? Not this time." Kinch produced a paper with descriptions of the fake technology.

"Must be important." Hogan said looking over the information. "This isn't about weaponry, it's about medicine." He noted in some confusion, scanning the page of medical jargon again. "Still have the connection set up?"

"They're on hold, figured you'd want to have a nice little chat with them."

"That I would." Hogan entered the tunnel behind Kinch, the bed falling into place behind them. Accepting the receiver he addressed himself to London. "Alright what's up with this assignment?"

"Well, Hogan, Gerry's been getting a little too close to a certain, very helpful medical discovery for comfort. One of your men must be captured and feed the laboratory false discoveries that we've made. It's important that it's convincing, that'll keep them busy elsewhere." The operator explained. "However, we'd prefer them not to maintain possession of what they do have. The records of the lab must be blown up, survivors are necessary though."

"But that's as good as suicide for my man."

"Good luck, then." The operator then hung up.

"Thanks." Hogan muttered irritably, returning the receiver. He then ascended back to the barracks.

"What's the long face about, Colonel?" Carter asked, entering the barracks followed by Newkirk and LeBeau.

"Assignment from London."

"What sort of assignment?" LeBeau asked.

"One like nothing we've done yet. I have to tell you, it's dangerous." Hogan began, leaning forward onto the table, around which they had all gathered.

"If there's girls count me in."

"Not that kind of dangerous, Newkirk."

"Well, why don't we give Carter a go at this one, then, the brave little chap." Newkirk replied as innocently as he could manage, his fingers interlocking in front of him.

"Hey!" Carter exclaimed, indignantly.

Hogan shook his head. "Nope, we need Carter."

"There's explosives?" The young man seemed altogether too excited by the prospect.

"That's only part of it. We need a man inside the building too, giving the Germans false new medical discoveries."

"In the building that's getting blown up?" LeBeau inquired, trying to sound more incredulous than concerned, and succeeding.

"That's suicide!" Newkirk cried.

"I agree but it's our orders. So, any takers?" No one said anything, or looked up from the floor for that matter.

"Certainly no picnic." Kinch said at last.

"You can say that again." LeBeau mopped.

"We'll all draw straws." Hogan concluded after another moment of silent thought, they all looked at him. "After a good meal. LeBeau." A sigh of relief went around the table.

"Yes, Colonel, coming right up." The Frenchman lept at the chance for distraction in food preparation, heading toward their stach of non-regulation food.

"No need to rush there mate." Newkirk said from the table. "If this is going to be my last meal, I'd it to be a long time in coming."