Chapter 1

Colonel Hogan’s words kept running through his mind as the train rolled along the tracks. He was headed back to Stalag 13 after a very unsuccessful escape. He glanced across at Colonel Klink, who looked nervous and smug at the same time. And why not? His escape had been thwarted so Klink’s no-escape record remained intact. He then glanced at the third man in the car, a certain Major H...

Dull. The room was dull, to say the least. There were no windows, just four walls, a ceiling and a floor. The one and only door was well disguised. Normally, even a well-disguised door would have been no problem for the figure curled up in a ball on the floor in the room. Normally.

After the war, Hogan and the unsung heroes were finally freed from Stalag 13 and, after a short stay in London pr...

Mess could hardly be called a feast but when one was hungry, it could certainly be presumed a feast. His stomach growled loudly as he looked at the plates surrounding him.

LeBeau set a plate on the table then sat down beside him. He gave him a look begging forgiveness. “Mon pote, you know we have to eat.”

He sighed from the back of his throat, just about the only sound he could make currently. ...

It was shortly after 10pm when a red Mustang pulled up alongside the road running by the lake. When the car door opened, voices could be heard. They sounded like they were having fun. Larry sighed. His gut kept telling him that this was a bad idea. However, he had been asked to join in and he really wanted approval from this group. He distinctly heard Becky Jo’s laughter. He took a guess it was be...

3:30am

Larry lay in bed, back turned to the door. It was a dreamless sleep. Suddenly, his eyes popped open. He sat up and looked around. He could have sworn he heard a noise. Something definitely woke him up. But what? He listened and all was quiet.

Larry heaved a sigh and lay back down. He closed his eyes as his head hit the pillow. That’s when he heard it. He sat up again, eyes wide now. ...

Canon: Late 7th Season.

St. Valentine’s Day. Or simply Valentines Day. Honestly, he sort of used to despise the day. In school, any of the girls he would give a Valentine to would shove it back in his face.

But school was long over and so to were the scoffs and laughter of the dating scene. He at least hadn’t had a similar experience lately.

All right, so he had struck out a lot back ...

Canon: S2: Before “The Rent Strike.”

Larry walked into the cafe and paused, glancing around. He then headed for a table and sat down. “Hi, Susan.” He gave haler a small smile.

“Hi, Larry, I’m glad you could make it. I’ve been on third shift at the hospital and I don’t get to see anyone,” Susan replied, then sipped her drink. “Balki at class?”

Larry nodded. “Yes, he is. He loves it. I wish I ha...

“I am a hollow reed,” Larry said to himself. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It had been an extremely long and difficult day at the Chronicle. He still didn’t think much of this phrase, but he decided it couldn’t hurt. Besides, sitting there in the Mustang no one could hear him talk to himself… or perhaps AT himself.

“I am a hollow reed.” Another deep breath and slow exhale. Larry k...

Canon: About a week after season 3 opener “All The News That Fits”

“If I pay you, will you please pretend to be my friend, just this week?”

Larry sat back in his chair at his desk. He flipped over the slight piece of paper the message was written on. It wasn’t signed and therefore he had no idea who left it on his desk at the Chronicle. He was honestly flabbergasted. Who wanted him to be their f...

It was one of those nights where there just wasn’t anything else to do. Larry and Balki sat at their kitchen table playing poker. Only a week before had Larry taught Balki how to play, but it was Larry who had won back Balki’s money. They played hand after hand with Larry winning every single hand.

Balki sighed. He had wanted to stop playing, but didn’t know how to tell Larry. Honestly, Balki th...