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mash_slashTitle: Nobody's Business But Ours
Author: iamscullysmile
Pairing:Hawkeye/BJ (implied)
Rating: 7+
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or anything related to M*A*S*H. This work of fanfiction is purely for fun, not profit.
Author's Notes: My first-ever attempt at one of these…and the first ever bit of M*A*S*H writing I’ve ever posted. I'll admit, it took me more like twenty minutes! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! Unbeta’ed, all errors are mine.
Summary: Response to the ten-minute challenge at the Yahoo mash_slash group. Use the following as either the first or last line in a fic: “It’s nobody’s business but ours.”
Author: iamscullysmile
Pairing:Hawkeye/BJ (implied)
Rating: 7+
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or anything related to M*A*S*H. This work of fanfiction is purely for fun, not profit.
Author's Notes: My first-ever attempt at one of these…and the first ever bit of M*A*S*H writing I’ve ever posted. I'll admit, it took me more like twenty minutes! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! Unbeta’ed, all errors are mine.
Summary: Response to the ten-minute challenge at the Yahoo mash_slash group. Use the following as either the first or last line in a fic: “It’s nobody’s business but ours.”
“It’s nobody’s business but ours,” Hawkeye said, deliberately raising his voice. The light of mischief in his eyes had BJ mentally bracing himself.
“What’s nobody’s business but yours?” Right on cue, Frank was leaning across the scarred Mess tent table, butting his nose in.
“It’s ours, Frank—that’s why it’s called ‘ours’ and not ‘everyone’s’,” BJ said mildly.
“Is that so? Well, this is the Army, buddy—nobody’s business is just theirs, it’s always ours, especially when it’s probably perverted business, belonging to you two!”
BJ hid his smile behind his coffee mug; Frank had accidentally hit rather close to home with his ‘perverted’ comment—then again, Frank thought putting milk in one’s coffee was perverted, so what did he know?
While BJ smiled, Hawkeye leaped—metaphorically—on Frank. “Ours, Frank? Are you finally admitting to multiple personalities or do you have an Army hidden in your shorts?”
Predictably, Frank began to sputter and cough, dull red colour creeping up his neck to stain his cheeks. It was all BJ could do to keep from falling on the floor laughing.
“You—you—you—disgusting—both of you—degenerates—hopeless, disgusting degenerates!” Frank leapt up from the table and made a beeline for the door. “Colonel Potter! Colonel Potter! Did you hear….”
Hawkeye collapsed forward on the table, shaking with fits of loud laughter. BJ wiped his eyes with the corner of a napkin, even as he continued to chuckle.
“Well, you certainly succeeded in getting rid of Frank,” he said, shaking his head at Hawkeye. “That was brilliant.”
Hawkeye sat up, still grinning madly. “It was, wasn’t it?” He winked conspiratorially, then leaned across the table. BJ bent his head down to hear him whisper:
“Now, what say we go see to ‘our business’ in the supply tent?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
“What’s nobody’s business but yours?” Right on cue, Frank was leaning across the scarred Mess tent table, butting his nose in.
“It’s ours, Frank—that’s why it’s called ‘ours’ and not ‘everyone’s’,” BJ said mildly.
“Is that so? Well, this is the Army, buddy—nobody’s business is just theirs, it’s always ours, especially when it’s probably perverted business, belonging to you two!”
BJ hid his smile behind his coffee mug; Frank had accidentally hit rather close to home with his ‘perverted’ comment—then again, Frank thought putting milk in one’s coffee was perverted, so what did he know?
While BJ smiled, Hawkeye leaped—metaphorically—on Frank. “Ours, Frank? Are you finally admitting to multiple personalities or do you have an Army hidden in your shorts?”
Predictably, Frank began to sputter and cough, dull red colour creeping up his neck to stain his cheeks. It was all BJ could do to keep from falling on the floor laughing.
“You—you—you—disgusting—both of you—degenerates—hopeless, disgusting degenerates!” Frank leapt up from the table and made a beeline for the door. “Colonel Potter! Colonel Potter! Did you hear….”
Hawkeye collapsed forward on the table, shaking with fits of loud laughter. BJ wiped his eyes with the corner of a napkin, even as he continued to chuckle.
“Well, you certainly succeeded in getting rid of Frank,” he said, shaking his head at Hawkeye. “That was brilliant.”
Hawkeye sat up, still grinning madly. “It was, wasn’t it?” He winked conspiratorially, then leaned across the table. BJ bent his head down to hear him whisper:
“Now, what say we go see to ‘our business’ in the supply tent?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
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Date: 2008-02-20 04:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-02-20 05:57 am (UTC)Ha! That is so very Frank. Love it.
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