Fly Me to the Moon (MAG/GP)

[April_246]

Well I'm fifteen, so I hope that isn't too young

[JWood201]

Well, I'm 19, and I don't know of anyone under 15 who comes here. Just write whatever you want and post a disclaimer and a rating before the story. It'll be fine. Can't wait to see your continuation of this fic!

[Little_Lady]

Well, I guess not.....have you ever read "Passion Fruit on Gilligan's Island"? Cuz thats the kind of writing I'm talking about....I just don't want people yelling at me for 'unfit contex'. Here's the link for Passion Fruit................. www.hoboes.com/html/FireBlade/Politics/Gilligan/ ok yell at them. Then just...you know, respond. oh, and...how did you think Jilly ann did on her writing? Such as Staying in charactor, grammer, and her style.... well I guess I'm off and running....I hope you like me as much as you liked Jilly ann! Also, this is my first 'ff' (crazy lingo) so......don't be kind... let me have it...critique away... after I've posted something.

[Little_Lady]

OK, here's just a small sample of what my writing is like, and I swear this one is not a MAP...this one....


Tip-toeing towards the girls hut the Professor entertained the idea of Gilligan and Mary ann being husband and wife. He chuckled out loud. * Completely disegmatic, absolutley contibulous, and not to mention, nuts.*(I don’t know what those words mean) As he approached the hut he could hear what sounded like crying.

“Ginger what seems to be the matter? My, well you’re not Ginger at all are you Mary ann…? Why are you crying?”

“It’s nothing you would understand Professor. I couldn’t tell you, it’s kinda…personal.” He came to her and sat beside her on the bed, enough distance between them that if anyone were to walk in, he/she wouldn’t suspect anything.(because nothing is going on)

“Mary ann, we are all family here. You can tell me, I won’t tell a soul.” He managed to catch her eye for a brief second, and covered her hand with his. “Please?”

“Alright. It’s just that this whole me pretending to be Gilligan’s wife is really starting to get to me. And what makes it worse is that I uh… like him. And then there’s Ginger being sick, I know you’ve worked hard trying to find out what’s wrong with her, but you don’t have to wash her, help her eat, listen to her rantings…I never sleep. Then I have all the work on the island, it’s doubled now that Ginger’s ill. I’m just so tired, and I cry all the time.” He squeezed her hand.

“Mary ann, why didn’t you say so? We can all help you! Skipper and Gilligan… or maybe just Skipper can cook, and everyone’s old enough to pick up after themselves. Also about Ginger, I’ll help you. I’ll make sure she eats, I’ll stay here until she falls asleep and give her check-ups every hour on the hour. Mary ann, you no longer have to worry about anything but yourself…and your husband. I’ll go talk to the others.”

He got up to leave and was almost to the door when he heard Mary ann call him back to the room. She rose, crossed the room and hugged him as she whispered ‘thank you’ and opened the door for him.


Well, what do ya think? Well, not that your oppinion matters, I'll do it my way....so...HA! * Savannah *

[I Luv Lucy Fan]

Geez, I leave for a little while and miss everything.

Oh, and I'm fifteen too.

Hey, I know Jilly Ann isn't continuing, but let us know how she's doing anyway, okay?

About the fic: it's good. I haven't read "Passion Fruit," and not sure if I should. (Cause of age and stuff.)

But anyway, yeah, it was little more than MAP slanted, but don't worry. We won't bite (too much ).

Keep going, please!

~Karen

[JWood201]

Haha, yeah I've skimmed over Passion Fruit. Scarred for life, I was. Haha. Mostly because they messed up their pairings, but it was also a little too much and way out of character. lol. I guess it was just all the ... description that I coulda done without. Heh.

From that little snippet, you're a very good writer. Keep up the good work!

[Little_Lady]

Heh,heh, well....I won't be that graphic.....not at all, but sorta....and yeah it was WAY out of charactor...for all of them....but to me, the pairing dont matter.....it's good whoever is matched....except Gilligan and Ginger...thats just scary...and wrong. and I know the age thing and all between Dawn and Russell.....oh well, call me crazy but I like them together....and I like Mary ann and Gilligan. I actually just read all of the fic today because all Jilly ann told me was the plot and I read the last scene so I knew where she was. OMG! The God dreams were classic, although not what I pictured God to be but....and the whole Peanut nose thing with MA and Gilligan...priceless....it's a good ff...plobably the only MAG that I actually have liked in A LONG TIME...but Jilly ann is doing better, she's had mono for awhile now.... she tryed to write but she was to tired....and also she forgot her password to here!!! Ah, gatta love ol' Jills!
I'll be home all day tomorrow so I'll post tomorrow....

* Savannah *

[Doo Dah 16]

Originally posted by JWood201
Haha, yeah I've skimmed over Passion Fruit. Scarred for life, I was. Haha. Mostly because they messed up their pairings, but it was also a little too much and way out of character. lol. I guess it was just all the ... description that I coulda done without. Heh.

From that little snippet, you're a very good writer. Keep up the good work!

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
What she said.

By the way, as of today, (rhymes! ) I'm 16.66666666......

~Jillian¤

[Little_Lady]

“Where do you think I’m going little lady?”
“I just thought that you had some scientific mumbo-jumbo to do.”
“ No, you are going to take a swim while I wake Ginger and check her vital signs.” She tried to protest but he gave her a look that only her father gave her back home that said ‘ do as I say otherwise you’re grounded.’ So she said nothing, grabbed her swimsuit, and strolled down to the lagoon.



The very next morning when all the castaways got up and moving, the Professor gathered everyone at that infamously known table.
------“ So, in conclusion, our Mary ann has her hands full. So, what does everyone say? Shall we help her out?”
With that said, everyone got up out of their seats and went to go do the morning chores. Even the Howell’s pitched in… they sat the table for everyone’s breakfast. The Professor was off again to collect some more DNA from Ginger, but this time he will try something a little different. And, like always Giilgan was being himself and trying to help Skipper.
Standing over the kettle, Skipper stirred in the last of the Bananas for the main course of this morning’s feast. It is some crazy concoction that Skipper dreamed up in his sleep…. Now, lets see, 72 bananas, two cups of that hardening stuff, and four of these little spoons things of seasoning…. “Well Gilligan, that should do it! Now all we have to do it sit back and let it ‘simmer’ for 15 minutes.”
-“ Hey, that pretty good Skipper, where did you learn how to cook like that? My little Mary Pie?”
--“ Who the devil is Ma…..oh, no not your…uh…wife Gilligan, the Professor. I had no idea the guy could cook too.”

As the Professor left his hut he double checked on his supplies….Alright, two gloves, tweezers, test tube, and….ah here it is….. He then pulled out a relaxor of sorts for his new island friend, Mary ann. He approaches the door and ever so slightly opens it, to make sure the girls are descent, you never know with those two. He enters, crosses over to Mary ann’s bed, takes the small needle he prepared for her and stuck her with it. She stirred as he injected her with his relaxor, and just as quickly as it happened it was over. He watches her sleep for a few moments, to make sure her breathing is alright, you never know about the tropical ingredients, and what effects they shall have on people.
The Professor takes a few steps over and carefully checks the sleeping movie star’s vital signs. Everything seeming to be in order he proceded to the last step of his check-up. That’s when he took Ginger’s hairbrush. He had always thought it was a great piece of art even though it was only a mere hairbrush, the engraving on the silver thing always made him think of great artists. He grabbed a few strands with his tweezers and stuck put in the test tube. After securing them inside his pocket, he went off to consult his books, maybe what Ginger has is genetic.

* * *

He must have taken that same test a thousand times, read over the materials twenty times more to be sure…..It can’t be….he thought, there is just no way this could be happening! Just then as if on cue, Mary ann flowed through the door.
“Hey, Professor thanks for the day off, it’s really what I needed…. Professor, are you alright?”
“Mary ann, I think you need to sit down.” He took her by the shoulders and placed her on his chair.
“What is it? Is everything alright?”
“I tested Ginger for a genetic disease… but when I looked under my microscope that somehow made it through the crash of the Minnow, it looked…kind of fuzzy. So I adjusted it, but I couldn’t get the thing to work. So I looked in the book and it said when dealing with hair instead of blood it may look a bit unclear. So I thought that maybe I could compare it to a healthy piece of DNA. What I found out is that they were a match. And just to be sure of what I was seeing, I ran back to your hut while you were helping Skipper with the banana thing, and took blood sample from Ginger. And compared it with mine”
“I don’t understand. So, does that mean that Ginger is disease free?”
“That too, but…”
“What is it? Tell me, I can take it.”
“Mary ann, Ginger is my sister.”
“No, that can’t be! You two look nothing a like!”
“DNA doesn’t lie. I don’t know what to do… I think I’m going to be sick.”
“Why would you be sick? It’s not like you fell in love with her…” And that’s when she knew, just by the look in his eyes. “Now I think I’m going to be sick.”
“ Well, thank God that I found out now, rather than later.”
“Professor anytime that you want to talk, I’ll be there for you… I’m going to my hut to get ready for the day. Stop by in a few minutes… we can tell Ginger then.”

* * *

Standing there in the mirror, putting on her top, Mary ann thought of Ginger and how lucky she was to have such a smart and loving brother. But it’s tough luck when you’re sick and you get some big news like that, maybe she will suggest to hold off on telling Ginger about her new big brother.
“I’VE GOT IT! I’VE GOT IT!” That sounded like the Professor…what’s he got now? He slid into the hut with a needle in his hand.
“Where is she? I’ve got it! I’ve got it!”
“Professor, stop it! You’re sounding like Gilligan! Now take a deep breath… now, what have you got?”
“The cure! To Ginger’s illness!”
“What? What does she have?”
“Well, I was reading my old high school biology book and I found the modern disease of Cojinerous Maliferitit. It means she’s having an allergic reaction to fish eggs. So one injection of this stuff and it will have her back on her feet by….7:00 tonight!”
“Wow, it only takes 12 hours for it to go through her blood stream? But isn’t it a bit risky? I mean, after the Cojiner-anticonder the next 48 hours can be very risky. Mentally anyways. She could have multiple personalities by this time next week!”
“Have you been reading my book again?”
“No, it just….sounded right.”
“Here, roll up her sleeves…oh, no sleeves….or nightgown….well, clean her arm with this stuff…and I’ll administer the Cojiner-anticonder.”
Within a few minutes the Professor was gone and Mary ann was left alone with Ginger… and now Gilligan.
“Hi, Sugar Dumplin’!” He strode over to her and planted a slow and steady kiss right on her mouth. And before she had time to pull away, she found herself lost in his touch, and kissed him back. “Well, that’s more like it Mary Berry! Wadda ya say we head off to our ‘special place’?”
“ I can’t leave Ginger hear alone. Not, before she wakes up.”
Mrs. Howell’s voice was heard from the window. “ I’ll watch her.”
“Great thanks Mrs. Howell. Come on Baby Doll, lets go!” He led her to the door, and they walked to the spring waters just like the new born lovers they are.
But just before they left Mary ann whispered over her shoulder to Mrs. Howell, “ I blame you for losing my viriginity!”
“It has to happen sometime.” She replyed.

* * *

Of course our beloved Mary ann and Gilligan did nothing more than some heavy making out. As they got up to go and eat lunch, served at 1 pm everyday, something cought Gilligan’s eye.
“Wow, Sweety, come here and look at this!” He motioned for her to come and see. “It’s a butterfly…. With a design in it’s wing that looked like a heart.
“Oh Gilligan, it’s lovely.” Mary ann got up from her kneeling position she was in and led the way back to the camp. But in true Gilligan fashion, Gilligan tripped over his untied shoelace and BAM!!! Hit his head smack on the ground.
“Oh! My goodness, Gilligan! Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I think so Mary ann.” He rose from the ground without even staggering. “Come on, let’s go eat, I’m starving.”
As they were walking back Mary ann reached out and took his hand.
“What are you doing?” He pulled back. “Gee Mary ann, I like you and all, but we’re not even dating!”
“Dating….Oh Gilligan! Your back!”
“I’m back? Where’d I go?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“ Hey, Mary ann?
“Yes, Gilligan?”
“I’ve been meaning to ask you….uh… will you come and watch the sunset with me after dinner sometime?”
“I’d love to, Gilly.”
“Ok…Peanut nose.”
“What did you call me?”
“Peanut nose, your nose looks like a peanut, it’s an old family pet name that the guys used on the girls they were…uh….dating.”
“Oh, ok.” She smiled as they entered the clearing.

* * *

That night after sunset, Mary ann got out her PJ’s and looked around the room…well, Ginger’s all better, Gilligan is sane, and my boyfriend, and Ginger has a new brother….life sure is interesting. Just as she was putting on her nightgown she heard a knock, she knew that knock, it was the Professor. She buttoned the last button.
“Come in Professor.”
“Mary ann can we talk?”
“Sure let me wash this junk off my face….go on I’m listening.”
“What should I do, I feel so confused! And…where’s Ginger?”
Mary ann grabbed for her face towel, “she’s taking a walk in the jungle. She needed to get out a bit, with out me.” She set the towel down and picked up her hairbrush.
“Oh, well I just was thinking that maybe I should tell her I a week from now and si that way she’ll…. What’s that?’
“My hairbrush…haven’t you ever seen one before?”
“No, that’s Ginger’s….”
“No, it’s mine.”
“But, I’ve seen her use it….it’s Ginger’s!”
“Correction, it WAS Ginger’s. I just admired it so much that she gave it to me…I reminds me of the great artists. It’s so magnificent.”
“But, if that’s YOURS then….that was YOUR hair!!!”
“What are you talking about….but wait… if you’re saying what I think you’re saying… that can’t be, you drew blood from her.”
“No, I took blood from the handkerchief laying on…”
“On, the end table?”
“Yes.”
“That was mine, I have a bloody nose this morning, maybe it was that relaxor thing that you told me you gave me…. It made my nose bleed.”
“Oh my God! Mary ann, you’re my sister! I’ve never had a sister. What do I do?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never had a brother!”
They get up and hug.
In that moment it all came together, the ESP, them always tanning the same way. Not to mention the same allergies. Brother and sister.
“Oh, thank God! I’m not a sick freak, I’m not in love with my sister! You’re my sister, Mary ann!”
“Well, what are you waiting for, tell her that you love her! I’m sure she’ll feel the same way!” And so he ran, like no man has ever ran before, into the arms of his love.


* * *

One year later there was a double wedding where both young couples said those sacred vows, and lived happily ever after.
THE END

I would like to explain the title, Fly me to the Moon is an old saying in my family. It means I love you to ends of the earth, and more. Because when I’m with you, you make my heart fly. --Savannah

[Little_Lady]

Uh, guys not to be rude or anything but, are you going to review this thing? Jilly ann wants to know what you thought of her twist. so, uh yeah, write review so I (Savannah) will have something to read when I am in keyboarding....please?

[Tibbs]

Originally Posted by Little_Lady

Uh, guys not to be rude or anything but, are you going to review this thing? Jilly ann wants to know what you thought of her twist. so, uh yeah, write review so I (Savannah) will have something to read when I am in keyboarding....please?

Sorry I haven't visited lately...but, yeah, that was interesting!