"Captain Hawkeye Pierce," "At the bottle," "Captain B.J. Hunnicutt," "At the ready." "What's the B.J. stand for?" "Anything you want."
Hawkeye couldn't exactly put into words how much BJ was frustrating him at the moment. Years in Korea eating slop and sleeping with rats, and he couldn't tell Hawk what his name stood for? He felt a little betrayed. He attempted to guess his best friend's name, each try more futile than the last. The telegrams had been sent and he waited. He waited impatiently – so impatiently. But Radar had only sent out the first twenty-seven. The others would take time. Hawkeye could only wait.
The answers to his telegrams came and he threw the papers in the air in a huff. Of course his mother and father were Bea and Jay Hunnicutt, respectively. But to name their kid B.J. was crazy. Ridiculous. And in his frustrations, he was met yet again with the same answer to his question: "What does B.J. stand for?" "Anything you want." Hawkeye spent the rest of the afternoon pouting.
But when night fell and he drew the light-haired brunette tight against him, tanned skin soft against pale lips, he smirked. "So, what does B.J. stand for?" The mustached man sighed audibly and replied, "This again? I told you, Hawk. Anything you want." "Anything I want, huh?" "Yeah. Now will you drop it?" Hawkeye nodded once and kissed the man softly.
"Well, that gives me a few ideas."