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FanFic
The Richard Dawson Experience
Last UpDated: 10 September 2001.
Site Copyright © 2000-2001. Lisa Inc., All Rights Reserved.
Story Copyright © 2001. Rhonda "StuntChick36" Inc., All Rights Reserved.
NEWKIRK LOVES A SHADOW
For the past few months, the Underground has been trying desperately to get information about an impenetrable Nazi fortress near the Germany-France border. This fortress is believed to be housing an atomic testing laboratory as well as several other top secret Nazi projects. The Allies need to get inside the fort and destroy their progress.
Because of previous failed attempts by other groups, and his unit's large number of successes, Col. Hogan was given orders from London to send in a mole to infiltrate the fort. The Underground already has a man, Lt. von Stromm, inside the fort, however he doesn't have Gestapo security clearance to gain access to the vital areas. Hogan has sent Freddie out on this assignment, taking advantage of her status as both an ally as well as her ability to speak fluent German. She has handled several missions alone by posing as the masked and very shifty Gestapo/SS agent from Hammelberg, simply known as "The Shadow." Only Hogan and his men know "The Shadow's" true identity, but they put on an act when she comes into camp. Freddie has successfully fooled Major Hochstetter into thinking that she is working as Reichsfuhrer Himmler's personal attaché, a dangerous double-sided story.
Tonight she should return from her two and a half week stay at the fort with some information to pass along to London. Kinchloe, LeBeau and Carter wait with Hogan for her in the tunnel.
"She should be back soon," says Carter.
"According to her last wire, no later than 1900 hours," says Kinch, reading her note.
Hogan looks at his watch. "Well, it's 1915 hours. I'll give her another five minutes and if she's not back-"
Freddie rounds the corner, still dressed in her Gestapo uniform. She removes the black hood that covers her face then stands at loose attention and salutes.
"Sgt. Milworth returning from the mission, as ordered, Colonel."
He smiles as he returns the salute and shakes her hand. "Welcome back, Freddie. What took you so long?"
"Thank you, sir. I apologize for the delay but it could not be avoided."
"Kraut patrol?" asks LeBeau.
"Yeah. It was appalling."
Carter asks, "How come?"
"I went to school with most of them." She looks around for something. "Where's Newkirk?"
"Upstairs," says Hogan.
Freddie goes up the ladder and into the bunkroom. Newkirk is sitting at the table reading with his back to the tunnel entrance, giving her a perfect opportunity to surprise him. Quietly, she sneaks up behind him.
"Corporal Newkirk, get over here and kiss me, on the double!"
He turns around. A smile instantly appears on his face.
"Freddie!"
"Hello, love."
He stands up and throws his arms around her, setting his lips on top of hers. "My Freddie," he says in between kisses. They look at each other for a few moments.
"Did you get along without me?" she asks.
"Barely." He looks her over to make sure she's not injured. "Are you alright?"
Her fingers stroke his chin. "I'm fine." She looked him in the eyes and said, "I always said I'd come back to you in one piece."
He smiles and embraces her again as the others come up from the tunnel. They all notice the pair hugging.
"L'amore," says LeBeau with a cute smile. "That's what this world needs. More love."
"Freddie," says Hogan as he heads for his quarters, "I hate to break up your reunion, but I need to know how the mission went. LeBeau brought your uniform over."
She starts away to the office with the others, grabbing Newkirk's hand and towing him along.
Inside the office, Hogan asks her to recount her trip.
"As you know," she begins as she changes her clothes, "Fort Bremerhaven is located on the German side of the border with France, near the town of Saarbrucken. It is heavily guarded, both with manpower and heavy artillery. The only way in or out is through the front gate, if you get security clearance."
"Alright," says Hogan. "Were you able to learn anything about their projects?"
By now, Newkirk has moved himself between Freddie and the others and opens he coat as much as he can to block the view. "Yes, sir. Synthetic fuel and counterfeiting seem to be a few of the smaller rackets they have goin' on. I can confirm that they are testing heavy water. I was able to swipe a copy of their progress. That's in my coat. I'm willin' to bet my retirement that that project is the reason why no one ever gets inside."
"And the only way you got in is because we had someone on the inside to let you in."
"And because I happen to be 'The Shadow.' If I may say so," she continues, "the fort is going to have to be cracked open from the air. No room to maneuver an inside job."
"Kinch, radio this information to London. Request further instructions."
"Right, colonel."
Later that evening, the guys in barracks #2 get together for a game of poker. All the guys that want to play gather around the table as Newkirk gets ready to deal.
"Freddie, love," he says over his shoulder, "you in or out?"
"In," she says as she walks to the table with her coffee. He deals the cards out as she sits down next to him.
"And we have... a three for the Frenchman, a nine, a seven, a Jack... a Queen for the lady, and a two for the dealer."
"Still haven't learned how to deal, eh Newkirk?" says one of the guys in fun. Everyone picks up their cards and gets ready to play.
One of the young American prisoners who is playing asks Freddie, "What was it like on that mission? Did anyone figure out you were a prisoner?"
Her eyes never moved from her cards as she shook her head 'no.' She is in her poker mode and speaks very slowly. "Nope. They never suspected a thing."
"So, who's side are you on anyway?" came an agitated voice from the far end of the table. Everyone looks to see who asked the stupid question.
"She's on our side, you idiot," snaps LeBeau.
"She's German. I wouldn't trust her," says the grouchy American GI.
Freddie slowly lifts her gaze from her cards. "So I'm German. What about it? LeBeau is French and Newkirk is English."
"I think you're gonna sell us out. I betcha she's gonna tell the Gestapo everything she knows about Col. Hogan's operation in exchange for a Swiss bank account."
"No she wouldn't," defends Carter.
The GI goes back to looking at his cards. "And on top of it all, she's a Jew."
That remark struck a nerve. "Watch it, Tanner," she says sharply. Newkirk looks up from his cards and stares at the rude Yank. Kinchloe tries to calm the situation.
"Alright, everyone. Settle down. This is supposed to be a friendly game."
Freddie won't let that remark go unchallenged. "Wait a minute, Kinch," Then she glares at Tanner. "If you got something against the Jews, hot shot, then you're on the wrong side of the war. But I don't think it'll matter much because I think Germany will lose this war without you!"
"You know what? Why don't you go back to your barracks or better yet, go back to Berlin. I don't play poker with women or Jews. Especially German Jews," says Tanner. Newkirk slams his cards down on the table and stands up.
"Take that back, you bloody-" he yells as Freddie jumps up and stops him. The others at the table stand up.
"Forget it, Peter. It's over. He's not worth it."
"He insulted you. I'm not gonna let him get away with it." He struggles to get closer to Tanner.
"Yeah, I know he did, but so did you. Once." She turns to Tanner and gets in his face. "And I beat it out of him. Just like I'm gonna do to you!" Freddie dives at Tanner and tries to swing at him as they tumble to the floor. Kinchloe grabs Tanner and pulls him up to his feet as Carter grabs Freddie. A couple of the other men grab Newkirk as he's about to dive on the pile.
"You forgot German ladies have a mean temper. That was a stupid thing to say," says Kinchloe. Freddie doesn't struggle with Carter as he embraces her from behind and holds her away. Hogan comes out of his office to see what the commotion was about.
"What's going on out here?"
"Tanner was running his mouth again-" says Carter.
"And Freddie was goin' to do us all a favor and shut his trap!" says Newkirk.
Everyone starts discussing what just happened. "Hold it, hold it!" shouts Hogan. "Tanner, if you can't keep your mouth shut, I'll shut it for you."
Carter lets go of Freddie and Kinch releases Tanner. The poker players sit back down and try to start the game again.
After the game, Newkirk tags along with Freddie to her barracks. There's not a lot to do, but they fill the emptiness with conversation. He catches her up on what's happened at camp during the past two weeks, and she recalls her secret double-sided mission.
Three hours pass, and he still hasn't left her bunkhouse. Talk has given way to a game of throwing playing cards into her hat. Newkirk sits on the foot end of a bunk with Freddie on the floor between his knees. They take turns tossing cards.
The game quickly got dull and boring, but they both remained seated and talked some more.
"So," he begins as he plays with her hair, "did you have fun on your trip?"
She laughs. "Oh, yes. If you like looking over your shoulder every second."
He bends over her and kisses her on the cheek. "God, I missed you so."
She tilts her head to the side, resting it on his knee. "I missed you, too, love."
His hand runs over her hair and down her cheek. "I'm thankful that you came back safe."
"Me too," she sighs as she rubs his shin. He leans forward again and wraps his arms around her, snuggling her. "I had no reason to get out of bed in the morning," he says. "I didn't know what to do without you. I was so lonely."
"You want to hear something sad? I was probably more lonely than you because I could only think of you in my dreams. That was the only time I had to myself. I was so preoccupied with not getting caught that I couldn't think of you. But my heart never stopped dreaming."
She gets up to her knees and turns around to face him, putting her hands on his thighs. "But now I can see my dream lover in the flesh. And hold him. And kiss him. And do all those things I dreamed of to him."
She kisses him, then slowly gets up and heads over to her locker and picks up her jacket.
"I'm sure glad to be back in my uniform again," she declares as she puts on the green shell. "Gestapo black makes me look heavy."
Newkirk leans back on the bunk, folding his hands behind his head. "Heavy or not, you're still my girl. And I love ya to death."
Freddie turns around and leans on the table, smiling at her favorite airman. She walks over to him and sits on the bed next to him, resting one hand on his chest. One hand escapes from behind his head and finds itself onto her waist. She bends forward and kisses him softly but passionately on the lips.
"While you're here," she says, "can you do me a favor?"
"Anything."
"Help me hang this blanket over the window, will you?"
He sits up and heads over towards the table against the wall. He moves the table out of the way and asks, "Got a hammer and tacks?"
She goes to a bunk, lifts up the mattress and pulls out a hammer and a small box of nails. He takes the tool from her and takes a few nails and puts them in his pocket.
"Ok, love. Hand me a corner."
She hands him a corner of the blanket and he puts it in place. He takes her hand and places it on the corner to hold it while he pulls a nail from his pocket.
"Watch your fingers. I don't wanna bash 'em."
He pounds the nail into the paneling, holding the blanket tight to the wall. Freddie moves closer behind him, almost resting her head on his shoulder. Newkirk gets the other corner of the blanket in place for tacking.
"Can you get a nail for me?"
She reaches into his pocket, grabs a nail and hands it to him. "Thanks."
He secures the blanket and looks over his shoulder at Freddie. "One more in the center should do it," he says with a seductive look in his eye.
Grinning like a devil, she puts her hand back into his pocket, bypasses the nails and feels around for his manhood until she finds it. She knows she found it when he suddenly inhales deep and tilts his head back onto her shoulder and lets out a long 'oooohh.' Her other hand wanders up under his arm and rubs his chest as his hand comes up and rests on her head.
"My, my," she says, "Feels like you got a railroad spike in here."
He giggles a little. "I... always carry one with me. Incase I gotta... lay some track."
"Mmm," she grunts approvingly as she continues to rub him. "I know a stretch of track that... needs some work, corporal."
"Oh, show me, sergeant. Lemme get to work on it right away."
She pulls her hand out and holds up a nail, but he bats it out of her hand. She grabs him by the front of his jacket and leads him in for a deep, passionate kiss. His hands slink down her back until they squeeze her firm ass. Freddie pulls him towards a bunk and lays down on her back, bringing Newkirk down on top of her.
"Two and a half weeks..." he says as he kisses her, "away from you... was too long..."
Freddie can only affirm her answer with a grunt as his tongue probes her mouth. He struggles to remove his jacket until her hands step in to help, then return to his brown wavy mane again.
"Peter...." she says, "I can't stand it. Let's... make love..."
"Yes," he says, still kissing her neck. Then he stops and looks her in the eyes and says, "I'll make love to you for the rest of my life."
His mouth seals hers in a tight, passion-filled lip lock. Her hands yanked at his sweater as his struggled to remove her jacket. "We better go into the officer's room," she warns. "Don't want anyone to know what's goin' on."
Newkirk gets up to his feet and runs to the private room. Freddie gets up and takes off her shirt on her way there.
Inside, Newkirk hurries to remove his sweater as she shuts the door. It's completely dark in the room, just how they like it. He tosses the gray shirt aside as she enters his arms. They start kissing each other as deep as they did before.
"Freddie...." he whispers, "...my lovely wildflower..."
"Peter, Ich kann es nicht mehr austehen. Bitte." (Peter, I cannot stand it any longer. Please.) She holds him and says sincerely, "Ich liebe dich." (I love you.)
He backs away just a little to look at her. "You know you drive me wild when you speak German."
She laughs. "Ja, meine liebchen." Then her tone goes serious. "My body is starving so for you."
"I'll feed you. I won't let you go away hungry."
Freddie lets her hands slide down the back of Newkirk's pants, feeling and massaging his tight ass as he pulls her undershirt up and over her head.
"Freddie... I want you....." he says as he kisses and nibbles at her neck.
"Yes, my darling...."
As he holds her, his hands carefully unhook her bra and peel it forward, slipping the shoulder straps down and off. His eyes do not look away from hers as he tosses the garment aside and softly massages her breasts. He wraps his arms around her waist and lifts her straight up in the air, burying his face in her warm chest. His lips kiss her breasts as he slowly lets her down again.
"Top bunk," she says. "double time, let's go." As soon as the words are leaving her mouth, he leaps up onto the bed, reaches down and helps her up. Newkirk flops down onto his back and pulls Freddie down onto him. They enjoy kissing just as much as intercourse. She pulls back and sits with her legs hanging over the sides as she takes her boots off. He quickly starts untying his and unbuttoning his pants. Freddie slides her pants and shorts off and leaves them at the foot of the bed just as Newkirk is removing his.
"Hurry," she begs. She looked at his semi-muscular frame and realized that she had to have his body soon or she might go crazy.
Once he gets his leg out of his pants, he pulls her back on top of him and kisses her passionately. She immediately spreads her thighs over him and gets ready to mount his stiff muscle. He shifts his body slightly and pushes up as she sets down, feeling her tightness surround him. At last, the wait is over.
Newkirk lets Freddie set the rhythm. He had no objections to letting her take charge, just as long as they both satisfied each other completely. His hands move from her fluctuating hips to her breasts.
"Mmmm..." she groans happily as he caresses her chest.
He sits up and kisses between her breasts while he gropes her backside. "Speak to me in German again..."
She takes his face in her hands, kisses him on the mouth and pushes him down on his back. He likes this sudden aggressiveness, so he growls.
"Ist diese was du will? (Is this what you want?)" she asks as she moves over him.
He looks at her lovingly and says, "Aaahhh... I don't know what you just said, but it's workin'."
She slowly rocks back and forth and moans, "....Ja...."
He holds her hips as he tries to thrust upwards into her. "Aaaaoohhh..."
"...Ja..." she moans as she strokes his chest. "Oh, yes...." Her hands now come to rest on his hips and she moves a little faster, making his head move from side to side with his eyes closed.
"Aaaahhh!... yes, Fredricha...."
"Diese ist was Ich verlangen... Ich bedarf dich, Peter... aaahh! (This is what I desire... I want you, Peter.)"
"...Ooooohhh...."
"...Ja... ja... hartere!.... ja!.... (Yes, yes... harder!)" As if by magic, he understood her request.
"If you want what I think you want," he says as sits up, gently pushes her onto her back and lays between her thighs, "you better let me drive."
"Oh, yes Peter. You know... what I want..." Her body shakes with each of his hard-driving thrusts. "...Ohhh, yes.... aaahh..."
Newkirk's hands grip the bed frame above her head so tight that his knuckles are as white as the driven snow, but nowhere near as cold. Every nerve in his body was on fire with a lust that could not be extinguished, but could only be satisfied by Freddie. He looked into her baby blue eyes as he continued to soothe himself within her. She looked back at him with the same blazing inferno in her spirit.
"....Let me... take you... aaaahhh..." he moans softly. He can feel himself nearing the point of release. She runs her fingers through his hair and pulls his face to her neck.
"Oohh... yes... take me... aahhhh... now..." she coos as his mouth plasters kisses down her neck. She could feel the tidal wave of pleasure beginning as she cries out, "Ooooohhh!... aaaaaahhhh!..."
His body slowly becomes rigid as he plunges faster and deeper, his climax shaking his body and soul like a bomb.
"Aaahhhhrrrrr! Aaaahhh..." he wails as he detonates inside of her. Her body continued to draw on his muscle until she had emptied him completely. Their sexual appetites have been satisfied for the moment. She kisses him hard on the mouth as he withdraws himself and lays down beside her.
As he gasps for breath, Newkirk says, "I can't believe... you make me love you like that..."
"Like what?" Freddie asks, completely winded.
"With such... an insane passion. I don't know how you do it... but you fill me with such an intense craving for your body... every time you touch me..."
She rolls onto her side and puts a hand on his chest. Her fingers play with his dog tags as she smiles and says, "You do the same to me. Every time we meet like this, I fall even more in love with you." He smiles wide as she reveals that he's not alone. "You've got the softest touch, Peter. And I wouldn't give up feeling you near me for anything in the world."
He's never heard her speak of their love like that before. "I guess that means we were made for each other then, doesn't it?" he says as he kisses her fingertips.
"Well," she says, "if we aren't, then we're havin' entirely too much fun with each other." He laughs as she lays her head down on his chest. "I wish you could stay the whole night with me."
"So do I," he admits. "Some day soon, when this stinkin' war is over, you and I will spend every night together."
"I can't wait. That'll be so nice."
"Like a dream. But I intend to make it come true." He places his hand on top of hers, holding it to his chest. "That's how much I love you."
She looks into his soft green eyes and says, "I love you, Peter." He smiles and gently kisses her on the lips.
Back in the tunnel, Kinchloe receives a message from London concerning Fort Bremerhaven.
"Colonel, London wants to talk to you." Hogan picks up the headset and mic.
"This is Papa Bear. Go ahead, London."
In London, Col. Chesterly gives his instructions. "Good evening, Hogan. Splendid work in getting a hold of that information. How did you do it?"
"Well, sir. Let's just say that we work in shadow," he says as he and Kinchloe chuckle.
"Jolly good show, however you did it. We are arranging for a cover strike in 48 hours. Do you think you and your unit could sneak in and demolish their progress?"
"We can try, sir."
"Excellent. We'll let you know of the details soon. London out."
Two days later, Freddie disguises herself as "The Shadow" and sneaks out to meet Jergen, a contact, in town. He poses as an SS guard as they drive a transport truck into camp to get fuel. Actually, they will be stopping long enough to allow Hogan and the rest of the gang, dressed as members of the SS, to come aboard.
They drive about 160 miles to the south before coming to the town of Saarbrucken. They will wait in the woods about 15 miles from the target before closing in.
Everyone looks up to the sky and sees the bombers flying towards the target. The high-pitched whistle of dropping bombs cut through the stillness of the night. The Allied bombers douse the fort with everything they got. The bombardment lasts only a few minutes.
"Vorgehen (Go ahead)," instructs Freddie. Jergen starts up the truck and heads for the fort. Once there, they quickly survey the damage and watch the occupants run in all directions trying to find out what happened. Hogan and his unit spread out and act as if they are there to help.
Meanwhile, Freddie and Hogan proceed inside to the room that housed important project documents. They quickly rummage through the damaged cabinets and look for anything that could be useful to the Allies.
"Freddie, I found something!"
She looks over Hogan's shoulder and looks at the steel box he found. "Open it," she says. "That's got all the heavy water details in it."
"I can't. We'll need to take it back to camp. Come on." Hogan picks up the box and files out of the room with Freddie.
Once outside, they round up everyone and get back to the truck. They sneak out of the ruins undetected.
After the long trek back to Hammelburg, Jergen drops all of the Heroes off near the emergency tunnel entrance, then drives away into the night. As soon as they get down into the tunnel, Kinchloe wires London to tell them of their success. Freddie gives the box to Newkirk and says, "Ok, magic fingers. Go to it."
"I'll have it open in two shakes." He smiles as he takes the box and sits down at a table. He grabs his lock-picking equipment and begins to jimmy the small padlock. Then the lock pops open.
"Bingo," says a pleased Newkirk. He removes the lock and opens the box. There are papers inside that have mathematical equations and other scientific jargon on them that Carter would probably understand. Hogan picks up a few of these documents and examines them.
"This is the mother-load, folks," he says. "They really were testing heavy water. Kinch, what did London have to say?"
"They said 'congratulations.' And they want to pick up the notes as soon as possible."
"Right. Arrange for an immediate pick up. Sometime within the next 24 hours. I don't wanna be sitting on this stuff for too long. Someone might come looking for it." Hogan heads for the ladder to go upstairs. He turns around and addresses his outfit.
"Nice work, everyone. You really came through. From Freddie getting us started down to everyone's participation tonight. Good job."
The Heroes thank Hogan for his encouragement, then look at each other proudly. They all know they pulled off an impossible, unbelievable task in the name of freedom.
"I think we should celebrate," says LeBeau as he changes his clothes.
"I'm all for that," says Freddie with an ear to ear grin. "Is there any wine in the house?"
"LeBeau's got a whole bar down here," says Carter.
"Oh. Well, in that case, I'll have a tall stein of beer, please," she says.
LeBeau laughs and says, "I only have wine. I couldn't fit a beer keg under my coat. But I'll get everyone a nice glass of Chablis-"
"And a bromo-seltzer chaser for me, please," she says as she holds her stomach in jest. Newkirk stands next to her and puts his arm around her like a chum.
"Come on, Louis. Give her a beer."
"I'll take the wine. And I'll let you be the chaser."
Newkirk is a little confused. "I'll be the chaser?"
"Yeah," she says. "Can you run?"
"Sure."
"So start chasin' me!" She bolts down another tunnel towards her barracks. Newkirk starts to laugh as he runs after her.