my (currently untitled and unfinished) GI fanfic!

[Julie the GI girl]

ok...i've decided to post it.

PLEASE keep in mind that i promise the rest of the story will not be quite so boring. lol. i just HAD to go into background thoughts and give some "flashback" type things for this. the section about id, ego, and super ego is your psychology lesson for the day. lol. it's pretty explanitory in the story...i think (tell me if it's too confusing). basically....the id, ego, and super ego are the three parts of your unconcious self, according to Freud. the id controls wants and desires...it's your drive & motivation. the super ego is like the conscience...tells you right and wrong and tries to be moral. the ego is the compromiser that comes to a decision. yeah. there's your psych lesson of the day. hee hee!

ALSO...keep in mind that although it doesn't yet appear to be....this is a MA/G fanfic as well as a G/P one. their part comes later.

last note: Ginger and the Professor are a little out of character perhaps. but i had to make them act kind of serious. it's not REALLY bad though...i think. lol

let me know what you think!!

[Julie the GI girl]

It was a bright sunny day, only a few clouds in the brilliant blue sky, and the cool ocean breeze made the temperature perfect. That’s one good thing about being stuck on a tropical island Gilligan thought to himself. The weather is almost always nice.
The young first mate of the ill-fated Minnow was taking his morning walk to check on the lobster traps. This was one of the rare chances that he got to be alone, and he looked forward to the chore. It was his time to let his mind wander and think about things. Mostly he thought about the island and the other six castaways. He wanted to go home, there was no doubt about that, but he knew it had to be harder for the others. Ginger had her career abruptly ended and didn’t know if she’d still be known if she ever got back to Hollywood. Mr. Howell longed to be back overseeing his numerous corporations and watching his money roll in. Mrs. Howell missed all the social events that came with being a rich society lady. The Professor actually seemed to be enjoying his time on the island, there was plenty to study and experiment with, but Gilligan knew that he wanted to go home too. Mary Ann came from Kansas...so far away and so different from the tropics. She missed her family and her farm. The Skipper...well, he mainly missed food. This was a nice island, and they all got along like one big happy family, but still...it wasn’t home.
Gilligan reached the lagoon and pulled out the lobster traps. Eight lobsters...what a catch! There was enough for dinner, plus one more if somebody wanted seconds (most likely the Skipper). They’d eat good tonight! He talked to the lobsters as he put them in the basket. He knew they couldn’t understand him, or at least he was pretty sure they couldn’t, but for some
reason when he talked to them he rarely got pinched. No one else on the island could collect them so easily. He had to admit, he had a way with animals. He sort of felt bad for the little guys.
How can the girls stand to cook them? They were made of tougher stuff than he was. Especially
Mary Ann... He admired her. She hardly ever complained about their situation, and she was strong-minded and brave when she had to be...for a girl anyway. She was probably the closest thing he had to a best friend on the island. Everyone else could get fed up with him over any little thing, but Mary Ann always forgave and forgot.
Gilligan finished collecting the lobsters and started back up the hill to camp, letting his mind wander again. Just then, something in the lagoon caught his eye. It was a canoe! His first
thought was to jump up and down and yell, but then he took a better look at the man paddling the tiny wooden vessel. Clad in a grass skirt and decorated with bones, tusks, and feathers,
everything about the deeply tanned man flashed “headhunter� in bright neon lights. The most alarming thing about him was the shrunken head that he wore on a rope around his neck. Gilligan
went wide-eyed, imagining his own head in its place. I’ve got to go warn the others!
He started to run back to camp, but at that moment his shoelace decided it was going to come untied. In true Gilligan style he tripped and crashed into the ground, sending the lobster
basket flying into the air.
The headhunter didn’t see Gilligan, but when lobsters started falling from the sky and raining down on him, he was startled to say the least. One of the lobsters took a large claw and delicately pinched him...right in the backside. The headhunter yelped, turned the canoe around, and paddled out of the lagoon faster than humanly possible, almost as though he was in fast forward.
Gilligan watched the headhunter leave, and then raced back to camp.
“SKIPPER! PROFESSOR! SKIPPER! SOMEBODY!� he yelled as he ran.
He turned the corner of the supply hut and ran right into the Skipper.
“Oof! Gilligan! What’s the matter!?�
Gilligan was out of breath and his words flew a mile a minute. “I was checking the lobster traps and I saw a canoe and there was a headhunter and he had a shrunken head and everything and he looked real mean and he’s gonna kill us and I’m too young to die Skipper, I don’t want to die Skipper!�
“Ok, Gilligan! Calm down little buddy! I can’t understand a word you’re saying!�
The Professor came out of the hut. “What’s all the yelling about?�
“Something scared Gilligan.�
Well that’s nothing new the Professor thought to himself. “All right, Gilligan.� he said calmly. “What frightened you? Did you see something?�
“Yeah!......a...a...headhunter!�
The Professor’s expression changed from mild interest to worried concern. He looked over at the Skipper, who was equally worried.
“Are you sure it was a headhunter?�
“Sure I’m sure! He even had one of his hunted heads around his neck!�
“Where was he?�
“In the lagoon. He left when I dropped the lobster basket. Maybe one of them pinched him.� He immitated snapping claws with his hand as he said it.
The Skipper’s head snapped around to glare at Gilligan. “You WHAT?� he roared.
Gilligan quickly dropped his hands and looked embarrassed. “I tripped and dropped the lobster basket and the lobsters all fell into the water.�
“That’s just wonderful, Gilligan! You managed to drop our dinner!�
“Skipper, please. This could be serious.� The Professor interjected.
“Of course it could! Now we have to come up with something else for dinner.�
The Professor ignored his last comment. “It’s a good bet that the headhunter Gilligan saw was a scout. He was probably sent ahead alone to see what this island was like.�
“Yeah, and to see how many heads are on it!� Gilligan added.
“But he went away didn’t he?� the Skipper said.
“Probably only temporarily. I’m afraid that he’ll be back, and with his entire hunting party.� Another thought struck him. “Gilligan, did he happen to see you?�
“I don’t know, Professor....it all happened so fast.�
“If he did, then he knows there’s at least one person on this island. There’s a better chance of them returning if they think they may be able to get a trophy.�
“A....a trophy?� Gilligan squeaked out as his hands flew to his neck.
“Yes, Gilligan.�
Just then Mr. Howell came walking by. “Ah, Gilligan my boy! Just the caddie I was looking for!� He dramatically dropped his bag of oyster shell golf clubs at Gilligan’s feet as
though it weighed a ton. “Manual labor....how vulgar!� He noticed the look on Gilligan’s face. “Are you feeling all right, son? Perhaps I should find another caddie....� he glanced over at the
Skipper and Professor.
“Certainly not!� the Skipper growled.
“Mr. Howell....� the Professor started.
“Oh it’s so hard to get good help these days!� Mr. Howell complained.
The Professor continued, only slightly annoyed at the interruption. “Mr. Howell, we have more important things to worry about than golf right now.�
“My boy, in the business world there is nothing more important than a game of golf! You have to know which potential partner to let win.� he said with an amused grin.
The Professor sighed and continued. “Gilligan saw a headhunter. It’s up to us to form a plan of action; to be prepared for a possible attack.�
“Attack! Good heavens, that sounds dangerous.�
“Yes. It could very well be. I don’t think it would be wise to let the woman know anything about this unless it becomes absolutely necessary.�
At that moment Ginger was coming down the path, unnoticed by the men.....As usual she thought to herself as she rolled her eyes. They seemed to be discussing something important. She could see the Professor talking, his brows lowered and eyes narrowed in the deepest seriousness.
She slowly moved toward them, and came close enough to hear the end of their conversation.
“So we all agree to not inform the women of our actions?� the Professor was asking.
The Skipper, Mr. Howell, and Gilligan all agreed, and they went their separate ways.
Ginger watched them leave. “The men are up to something.� she thought out loud. “I’m going to figure out what.� She silently crept away, her suspicions aroused. Gilligan would be the easiest target. He was so shy; she could get him to tell anything just by getting close to him.
Ginger followed the path that Gilligan had taken, hoping to get him alone. She was disappointed when she found him collecting coconuts, under the watchful eye of a very unhappy
looking Skipper. She sighed. Maybe later.
* * *
Dinner that night was a gigantic fruit salad. It was actually very good, but the Skipper made it plain to everyone that it was Gilligan’s fault that they weren’t eating lobster. He didn’t
reveal any more about the subject, only that Gilligan had been clumsy and dropped the lobsters into the water.
Gilligan tried to smile, but it was obvious that he was sorry and embarrassed. He didn’t know why he was so clumsy, but it seemed like he was always messing something up.
Mary Ann glared at the Skipper and then moved next to Gilligan. She gently placed a hand on his shoulder. “It’s ok, Gilligan. It’s not like we’ll never have lobster again.� she smiled
at him.
He smiled back weakly. “Thanks, Mary Ann.�
The rest of the meal passed in silence.
* * *
The next day, Ginger was still trying to get Gilligan alone. So far she hadn’t been able to find him away from the Skipper. The two of them seemed to be working on something secret, but she would never find out what it was if they were never apart.
Frustrated at her slow progress, Ginger got up from her hiding place behind the bushes and turned to leave. She was getting enough experience in spying on this island that she could
join the FBI if they ever got rescued. And that casting director said I didn’t make a convincing secret agent...ha! she smirked. Her acting skills were becoming much better since they’d been shipwrecked. If only the film critics were here now.
Ginger’s thoughts took an abrupt turn as she passed a small hidden clearing and detected movement out of the corner of her eye. She ducked behind a tree and peeked out from around
the trunk. It was the Professor. He was seated on a log working on something. He appeared to be concentrating, and she knew he was probably completely unaware of his surroundings. She
smiled to herself. For a man of such vast intelligence, he was completely unaware of a lot of things....mainly her.
Ginger got an idea. She couldn’t get Gilligan alone....but perhaps the Professor? Would he tell the big secret if she tried her “powers� on him? She sighed. Probably not, but still...it was worth a try.
The Professor was working on his latest project. The threat of headhunters was a very real one, they had been here before, and they could very well return. He had been making guns. It was amazing what could be made out of bamboo, coconuts, and clam shells. They needed to be prepared in case of a possible attack. Coconut bombs were made easily enough, but they weren’t always convenient or practical. There had been guns on the island from time to time, but they always managed to break or get lost. Gilligan made sure of that. But it had also been Gilligan that had stumbled (literally) over a large crate filled with ammunition that was hidden in a cave, so credit had to go where it was due. Guns could be made. Bullets on the other hand were beyond his skill.
The Professor examined his current project within a project: a water gun for Gilligan. It hadn’t been his idea...the Skipper had insisted because he “didn’t want his little buddy to
accidentally shoot himself in the foot.� The Professor had sighed and agreed. In his opinion, everyone should be armed, but an argument with the Skipper was useless. Besides, the headhunters wouldn’t know it wasn’t real, and it was unlikely that Gilligan would shoot at them anyway. The Professor looked down at his work and wondered if he could ever bring himself to
use the weapon. He didn’t want to kill, or even hurt, anyone. When it came to protecting the women, he would do anything he could, but he hoped that it wouldn’t come down to war with the
natives.
He was just putting the finishing touches on the water gun, when he was startled by movement beside him.
“Hi Professor� Ginger said with a sly smile.
“Oh, hello Ginger� he replied as he hurriedly concealed the water gun behind his back.
“What are you working on?� she whispered as she sat down close to him.
“Uh....it’s nothing Ginger...just an experiment.�
She moved even closer and stared in his eyes. “What kind of experiment?�
“Nothing that you’d find very interesting I’m afraid.� He instinctively backed up. I hate when she does this... But then he had a sudden thought. Did he really hate it? She was his
friend, like family to him on this island, but he realized that he hadn’t really been thinking of her as family recently. . .

*******It had been a month since Erika Tiffany-Smith had been on their little island. The Professor couldn’t believe that she had been so smitten with him, and he was impressed by her
interest in science. Well, he thought she had an interest in science. She was far more interested in romance however, which he knew very little about. He had gone to Ginger for help. She was a woman and his friend, she could give him advice. But he had left her hut not with answers to his problems, but with entirely new problems. She had kissed him. It was only supposed to be a lesson, but it had left him more confused than ever. Just being near Ginger had made him feel nervous and....different. Erika didn’t have that affect on him at all. Why did Ginger? It had made him question his engagement. He knew he couldn’t possibly marry Erika when he didn’t feel anything besides admiration for her. Ginger had shown him more than just how to kiss, even if she didn’t realize it. Fortunately, Erika rethought their engagement also, and it was off. But the
memory of Ginger’s kiss stayed with him. Afterwards he had spent a great deal of time thinking about the subject, and his memory recalled the time they had made the silent movie. He had been unusually nervous around Ginger then too; he even fell over his chair. When Ginger had kissed him, he couldn’t help but throw his arms around her and pull her closer. It was amazing! Their kiss never seemed to end, and it had left him confused and in disbelief that he had done such a thing. The same nervous feelings had also been present when they were pretending to be together to make Duke Williams jealous. Why did Ginger always bring out feelings in him that he never even knew were there? It was a puzzling question. He didn’t dare mention any of this to her. She was only acting, after all. She was a glamorous movie star, she wanted a handsome Hollywood leading man with money and charm to sweep her off her feet and pamper her with
luxury. A simple teacher like him didn’t mean anything special to her, he was sure of that, but he had been even more nervous around her since then.....*******

No, he decided. He was only fooling himself if he tried to deny that he enjoyed her gentle
touch.
Ginger moved closer still, and gently placed her arm around his neck. “You might be surprised about what I’m interested in.� she whispered, and flashed him her best smile.
She suddenly realized that hadn’t sounded quite like she had planned. She hadn’t really meant any double meaning, but maybe deep down she did.....

*******A month had passed since that stuck-up Erika Tiffany-Smith had been to their island hoping to build a resort hotel. She’d had more spouses than most of the Hollywood people Ginger knew, and there was something about her that just rubbed her the wrong way. Ginger decided to play nice, however, when she learned that Mrs. Tiffany-Smith owned quite a few movie studios. It never hurt to make friends in high places. But Mrs. Tiffany-Smith (why Mrs.? Was she a widow? One of her husbands had probably committed suicide from being stuck with her.) was interested in something else on the island: the Professor. She had taken one look at him and was instantly attracted. It reminded Ginger of a hawk ready to sink its talons into its prey. But maybe she had just been a little jealous. The Professor had certainly never treated her like that. But he was her friend. She didn’t trust Erika Tiffany-Smith, and she didn’t want to see him get hurt, but he seemed so happy. When he came to her for help, she knew she had to give it. He had been even less experienced than she thought, and so nervous! But when she had kissed him, she almost forgot that she was only teaching a lesson. When he left her hut, she had sat in
silent thought for a long time. She REALLY hated that Tiffany-Smith woman.
Since that little lesson, Ginger had avoided being alone with the Professor too much. She was afraid of what she might say, and she had to admit, she was a bit nervous around him. But he had been entering her thoughts more and more lately, as she replayed the memories of the lesson, and their other shared kisses, in her mind. She had even taken to calling him Roy when she thought about him, as though his name was a special title that only she could use, and only in her thoughts. She couldn’t even believe that she had become this childish over the Professor. Oh, he was handsome enough all right, but he wasn’t really what she thought of as her type. She figured it would pass in time. It was just an innocent crush, wasn’t it? Nothing more, nothing less. One thing was for sure, she knew he didn’t think about her in the same way....*******

Yes, Ginger’s words had definitely had a hidden double meaning, but he didn’t seem to catch it. This little act she was putting on was easy. She had done it a hundred times before to
other men. For some reason she didn’t feel quite as nervous to be near him, since she was only acting....wasn’t she?
She continued moving closer, her one arm around his neck and her other rising up to caress the bare skin of his throat and collarbone. Her hand slipped under his shirt collar, and she
ran her fingers along his shoulder and down towards his chest. She heard his sharp intake of breath and felt him shiver a little at her touch.
“Please, Professor? Can’t you tell me what you’re working on?� she whispered directly into his ear in a voice that was both soothing and pitiful. Her hypnotic charming was going along just like she had planned...surprisingly.
The Professor’s mind was filled with conflicting emotions. Her cool fingers on his bare flesh were causing a war to go on inside his head. It was a battle between id and superego, and
his ego was too confused to help. His id wanted nothing more than to give in to Ginger’s advances: cooperate with her seduction act, and then tell her the whole plan. But his superego
was telling him that this was wrong. He shouldn’t be letting her continue. He shouldn’t be wanting her to continue. He could do nothing besides sit there completely frozen.
The Professor’s ego finally decided to thaw out and wake up, and he came to a decision. In the back of his mind he knew that he did want her to go on, there was no denying that, but he knew he didn’t want it be like this. This was wrong. She was acting, it wasn’t real. None of her delicate touches or smooth, silky words meant a thing....except maybe the promise of finding out what he knew. He had to stop her.
Ginger was just about to go to the next step in her usual routine and kiss him, when she noticed the look on his face. He had his eyes closed and was frowning. His head slowly shook back and forth as though coming to a decision of some kind, then he opened his eyes and took a deep breath. He looked at her eye-to-eye as he placed his hand over her own and removed it from his chest. He gently laid her hand down on the log and backed away until they were no longer uncomfortably close, her other arm falling away from around his neck in the process.
Ginger was puzzled by the sudden change in direction. He had resisted her? How? Everything had seemed to be going normally, what had made him stop her? She sighed to herself.
I knew this wouldn’t work...he’s too smart to fall for it.
He looked away for a few seconds, as though thinking, and then turned back to her. He stared her directly in the eye with all the seriousness he possessed as he spoke.
“Ginger, what are you doing?�
She knew the question went deeper than the obvious. She could tell by his actions that he knew exactly what she was doing. His question was more along the lines of WHY she was doing it. She tried to answer, but no words came to mind, and she looked down to avoid his gaze. What could she really tell him? She knew he had already guessed her intentions, and Ginger herself didn’t even know the answer to why she had tried to seduce information out of a man who was not easily seduced. She had almost forgotten who he was, he had been going along with it so well. It wasn’t like him at all.
There was an awkward silence. There had been quite a few of those between them lately. Finally the Professor broke it.
“Ginger, do you know what’s going on here?�
She looked embarrassed. “Here? well, um....I was just....�
“No, no, no. That’s not what I meant.� he quickly cut her off, slightly embarrassed himself. “No, I don’t suppose you do, or you wouldn’t be trying to find out.� he said more to
himself than to her, and with a twinge of annoyance. He looked up coldly. “Gilligan saw a headhunter. We’re preparing for an attack.� He noticed her frightened look and softened a little.
“Now, I don’t know if one will occur, I’m not certain if the headhunters will even come back here, but it’s always a good idea to have some sort of defense just in case. I’m making guns to use as weapons if an attack should happen to come.� He looked away from her as he brought the water gun out from behind his back and began to fiddle with it nervously. Ginger didn’t say anything, so he gathered up his thoughts and began to speak again, but he continued to look down, avoiding her eyes. “You know, if you suspected that something was going on without your knowledge, you could have just asked about it instead of....doing what you do.� He turned the gun around in his hands without really looking at it. He wasn’t used to saying things like this to people. He took a deep breath and continued. “You ladies aren’t without intelligence. All three of you can usually figure out when something is going on that we haven’t told you. Why not try the direct approach instead of sneaking around?� He looked up at her and their eyes met
for a split second before he looked down again. “Ginger....I know that you’re an actress, and a good one at that...but you shouldn’t be so quick to...to use yourself the way you do. You’re just
doing what you know works, but you don’t think about the other person. Acting for entertainment purposes is one thing, but what you do isn’t very entertaining. Or maybe the problem is that it IS entertaining....for a very brief moment.�
Ginger was listening to him in shock, and it wasn’t because she was afraid of headhunters. No one had ever told her anything like this before. When he had glanced up at her, everything became crystal clear. In just that one quick glimpse into his eyes she had seen the confusion, hurt, anger, pain, and a million other emotions that he was feeling. She finally understood. Seducing information out of men worked, but what did it do to them? How many times had she scared poor Gilligan half to death by vamping him? She had never thought to see her acting from their point of view. She was showing false emotion...that had to be confusing for them. But she couldn’t understand why this was bothering him now when it never had in the past. He had never gone along with her act in even the slightest bit before, and she had abandoned any thoughts of
even trying it up until today, because he was her only option. What had caused his change?
The Professor looked up at her once again. “Ginger...I...� He looked like he wanted to say something else, but was having trouble doing it. “Never mind� he said as he looked back down. This was one of the few times in his life that he had ever been without words.
She felt terrible. She hated to see him looking so depressed, and she knew she was the cause.
“Professor?� she said softly.
He lifted his head, but didn’t look at her. “Yes?�
“I’m....sorry. I....I guess I never thought about it that way. Everything you said was right. I do things without thinking sometimes.�
He didn’t reply. He noticed that she had dropped her slow, breathy tone of voice and was speaking reguarly. She wasn’t flirting, just talking to him person to person, and apologizing. What kind of change had happened to her so suddenly?
“Okay, a lot of times.� she had continuted speaking when he said nothing in reply. “I suppose that somehow I’ve seen seduction as my talent, my contribution to the island. I don’t
have brains like you, or strength like Skipper, and I don’t cook like Mary Ann. Mr. Howell tries to bribe those who can get him off the island. I found another way to make them do what i want.
Sometimes it doesn’t work, sometimes it does, and sometimes it works too well, and i have to quit the act before it gets out of hand. I do have values. I refused to pose as a belly dancer for
Dubov. Good thing you told me he was saying Bali.� she giggled slightly at the memory, and glanced over at the Professor. Was that a hint of a smile on his face? She blinked. No, just my
imagination. “I guess that I never knew to draw the line between those who might get us rescued and our little family here. I was only thinking about myself. I have my own selfish reasons for finding things out. Mr. Howell has hired me before, offering me money to get information out of Gilligan. But I don’t know how long we’re going to be on this island, and I’ve come to realize that money doesn’t matter here. Nothing really matters here. I wouldn’t blame any of you one bit if you all hated me. I haven’t exactly been easy to live with. I never meant to hurt anyone, and I hope that you can accept my apology.�
The Professor still didn’t reply.
The silence, combined with the awkward situation, got to be too much for Ginger. She stood to leave, but not wanting to go away on a bad note, looked down in his direction.
“Professor?�
No answer.
“Are you angry?� As soon as she said it, she wanted to kick herself. of course he was angry. He would have to be inhumanly understanding and forgiving to not be.
He still didn’t say anything, so she turned and started to walk away.
“Ginger?�
Finally he spoke. She turned around to face him, but suddenly found that somehow she was dripping wet. She blinked several times in confusion before noticing the bamboo gun in the Professor’s hand, pointed right at her. He had an altogether irritating grin on his face as he relished watching her few seconds of perplexed confusion.
She finally realized what had happened. Much to her surprise, he certainly didn’t seem very angry with her.
“Does this mean you forgive me?� she said somewhat sarcastically while shaking off the water.
His grin relaxed and he looked at her a little more seriously. “Well, there was no real harm done. I’ll recover. Ginger, I’d be lying if I said I hated you, or have ever hated you. Each of us can be difficult to get along with at times, I’m no exception. I can see that you never intended to cause any harm by your actions, and I’m glad that you realize the consequences. I just hope you learned something from all of this.� He looked directly at her, and it seemed to her that he was looking right into her, seeing past “the movie star� and looking at just Ginger Grant. No man had ever looked at her like that. “Actually, I believe we both learned a thing or two.�
“Oh, I know I did.� she said, at first in seriousness, but then a slow, mischievous smile crept across her face. “I learned never to turn my back on you!�
Before the Professor knew what was happening, Ginger had snatched the gun from his hand and was firing a steady stream of water at him while laughing insanely.
He threw his hands up in front of him to guard against the spray. “Hey! Give that back!� He tried to make it sound like a command, but he was laughing himself, and whatever shred of
seriousness that had still been in him had vanished completely.
“Come and get it.� she said with a laugh, and took off into the jungle.
He jumped up from the log, shook his head, grinned, and ran after her.


THE END....for now....
i apologize once again for the length and any boredom that it may have caused. oh, and...if you see any grammatical errors or anything....please let me know. i'm picky about my grammar.

[Julie the GI girl]

dang...the stupid paragraphs didn't tab in. sorry...i can't seem to fix it. i hope it doesn't make it too hard to read.

forgive me, for i have failed!!! *cries*

lol.

[JWood201]

**grin** Cute.

Now get to the good part. J/K. LOL. I like. Muchly. Keep writing, my dork.

[Steve Carras]

Courtney I was wondering, someone referred to you as having been in London, did you go there? Thanks.
gcarras@aol.com

[Steve Carras]

I hope you had fun.

[JWood201]

Yeah, I did. LOL. I just replied to your post about it on the main GI board... It was so fun!

[iDOhavealife]

I like it, Julie! Of course, you know I'm desperately waiting for the Mary Ann/Giligan part, LOL.

They're not much out of character. I think they would act that way if they were being serious. And it's nice to "get into their heads", so to speak, LOL.

If you can, post more as you write (please?).

[Julie the GI girl]

thanks guys!

i will post more as i go....in sections. and i promise that that's the only serious boring "get inside their heads" part. well...at least until the MA/G part....but that's more of a silly seriousness. poor Gilligan needs a lesson about certain things. LOL...Court knows what i mean.

some of that was for the background info...but i have to admit that that whole long big boring thing was to turn Ginger from *cough*insert bad word here*cough* to nice person. she's not all bad. i never thought so. but i had to have Proffy give her the "stop being a little vamp (there is a better word to fit here, but i won't say it)" speech. i just couldn't have the two of them together with her still acting that way. i do enjoy Ginger's sense of humor, i don't hate her. only when she's doing her little act. so...i had to find a way to throw that part of her personality out. heh heh. on to the cuteness scene with them!! (no, it most certainly does NOT end right where i quit)

luckily, Mary Ann and Gilligan don't need to get over themselves...so i can jump into that a little quicker. after Gilligan's education is complete, that is. relax though....their part won't come until later. you have time to anticipate. lol.

[Julie the GI girl]

LOOK! i'm giving ya'll some more. cause i'm feeling generous. lol. i actually have another scene done after this too....but it doesn't immediatly follow this part, so i'm not including it. this part picks up right where i left off the other part. oh, and....i've changed it from one month to two months since Erika. cause, ya know, they need time to have all those pent-up emotions. lol. enjoy! and give feedback!



Ginger had a few seconds of a head start, but running in high heels was not exactly an easy thing to do, especially through the jungle. She looked back to see if the Professor was following, and saw that he was right behind her. If running through the jungle in high heels was a bad idea, running through the jungle in high heels while looking behind you was an even worse one. She tripped over a tree root, and since she had been turning, continued with the momentum as she fell, and landed on her back in a bed of fallen palm leaves. The Professor had been just a few feet behind her, and didn’t see the root that she tripped on until it was too late. He stumbled over it as well, and fell.....landing right on top of Ginger.

Ginger could feel herself blushing at the close contact and the feel of his weight pressed against her. C’mon Ginger....get a hold of yourself....you’re an actress, you know how to keep a cool head under pressure. She mentally smiled at the unintended pun, but wasn’t having much luck convincing herself that she was perfectly fine with the Professor lying on top of her. She looked up at him to find him looking down at her. A brief flash of...something...passed between them, but they quickly averted their eyes before either one of them recognized it. All of this had happened in a matter of seconds.

“Ginger! Are you all right?� the Professor asked with concern.

“I will be when you get off of me.� she replied with a slight smile.

The Professor finally realized that they were in a rather....awkward....position, and hurriedly rolled off of her. He helped her sit up and gently leaned her against a tree.

“I’m terribly sorry, Ginger. Did I hurt you? Are you sure you’re all right?� He began checking her for injuries as he spoke.

“I’m fine...�

“That was a pretty nasty fall you took. I’m afraid you’ll have quite a bruise on your arm, but other than that I’d say you’re in perfect shape.�

She was getting a little annoyed by his over concern, but was also touched that he was so worried about her. She sighed and smiled. “I’m fine, Roy. Really. Thanks for caring.� she said as she brushed a few stray bits of dead leaf off of her arm. She looked up at him and noticed a peculiar expression on his face. I’m fine, Roy. Really. Thanks for caring. It hit her. She had actually called him Roy out loud and not just in her thoughts.

The Professor was startled to hear her use his first name. It was the first time that any of the other castaways had called him by it. He wasn’t really sure why they identified him by his professional title, but he had grown accustomed to it. It was like his nickname. He looked at Ginger’s horrified expression, and had to stop himself from laughing. It was apparent that she thought she had done something wrong by addressing him so informally. He waited to see what she would do.

Ginger looked down, avoiding his eyes, and spoke rapidly. “I’m sorry, Professor! I don’t know why I said that....it just slipped out. I didn’t mean to...�

“Ginger.� He cut her off quickly. She was silent, but she still wouldn’t look at him. How could she possibly think he’d be upset over his own name? He gently placed his hand under her chin and lifted her head up to face him. She was surprised to see a warm, ear-to-ear smile on his face as he looked at her. “Ginger, you were wrong before when you said nothing matters here on the island. One thing matters more than anything. Friendship. The way we all work together to get along and make our time here as enjoyable as possible. We all depend on each other and care about each other. We’ve been friends for a long time, and friends don’t need to call each other by titles.� He cleared his throat nervously. All those awkwardly strange feelings that he usually got around her started to come back as his brain finally registered all that had happened today. “Ginger....I....would like it if you’d call me Roy more often. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard anyone say my name, and it sounds so coming from your lovely lips....I mean....�

Ginger burst out laughing. She knew what he had meant to say, but she wasn’t going to let him forget what he had said. And his voice! He was using his melodramatic “acting� voice....the one that always sounded so funny. He probably didn’t even know he was doing it.

“Your lips are quite lovely themselves....Roy.� she laughed as she subconsciously focused her eyes on his mouth. She was only half teasing. His lips were very nice. The memory of them on her own still played in her mind when she let herself slip off into those thoughts.

He was embarrassed of course, and with good reason, but her laughter got to him. He knew she wasn’t being mean, just enjoying the comedy of the moment....he couldn’t blame her for that. Laughter is contagious, and within a few seconds the Professor was laughing just as hard as Ginger.

It took a full minute for their laughter to slowly die down. They found themselves staring at one another, and their smiles faded as they lost awareness of themselves and could think of nothing but the person directly across from them.

The Professor couldn’t use scientific logic to explain what it was, but like a magnet his hand was drawn to her. He slowly ran the back of his hand down the side of her face, his fingers lingering at the edge of her jawbone.

She swallowed nervously at the touch. This was the first time that she could remember such a simple touch from a man having such a powerful effect on her. Her skin still tingled from the trail his hand had traced down her cheek.

“No, your lips are much, much lovelier than mine.� he whispered.

Without really thinking, he began leaning closer to her. Their eyes never broke contact as he stopped several inches from her face. He was held by the gaze of her beautiful green eyes, and she was lost in the deep blue sea of his.

The Professor moved closer, millimeters at a time. He slowly closed his eyes, partially unwilling to lose sight of her for fear it was all just a dream, and tilted his head. He pressed his lips to hers, tentatively at first, but then with more passion as she returned the kiss. They pulled each other tighter into the embrace, losing themselves in one another’s arms. Finally they gave in to all the pent up emotions they’d had for each other over the past two months. For the first time, they weren’t acting.

The kiss lasted even longer than their movie kiss, breaking their own record. The need for air did eventually arise, and they parted, gasping for breath and filled with wonder at what had just happened. Each was initially shocked to discover that the other had feelings for them, but after a few seconds, they completely forgot all about the certainty they had had just a little while ago that the other couldn’t possibly think of them like that. Being together felt like the most natural thing in the world to them, and they were both relieved to get all the worry and doubt out of their system in that one passionate kiss.

The Professor was rather worried about his kissing abilities. He had never been good with romance, and in the past it had always been Ginger who initiated it. The one time that he had tried to kiss her first (under her direction), had been terrible. He searched her face for a reaction.

“Was that.....all right?� he asked nervously.

“That was more than all right.� she replied, rather breathlessly.

He was relieved, and smiled at her. “Well, I had a good teacher.�

She laughed. “Professor, you had the best!�

“I won’t argue with that. And please, call me Roy. You’re allowed to, you know.� he grinned, knowing he had struck a nerve.

“Aren’t you just so smart.� she snorted as she swatted him in the arm.

“Well, I do have an extremely high IQ.� A sudden memory of those exact words leapt into his head.

“That sounds familiar.� she said with a smile.

“Yes, I thought so too.....� he trailed off as he seemed to think of something. “Ginger, would you care to accompany me tonight on a walk after dinner? Perhaps we can go to that one special spot and recreate a memory.� He grinned slyly.

“I’d love to.� She smiled back seductively.

“Wonderful. The first chance we get, we can slip away undetected and meet on the beach.�

She was still giving him her seductive smile as she slowly leaned closer, but the Professor wasn’t even looking at her. He was staring at the sky and squinting.

“Speaking of dinner…..the position of the sun in the sky, the colorations of the nearby nimbus cumuli, and the diminishing amount of light all indicate that it’s approximately that time right now.�

She sighed. The man always picked the lousiest times to be distracted. “Why couldn’t you just wear a watch like a normal person?�

The Professor smiled as he stood. “Because I’m not normal.�

“Don’t I know it.�

“Actually, I left my watch in the supply hut this afternoon.� He grinned, and held out his hand to her. “Shall we go to dinner now, my dear? Or did you plan to insult me further?�

She took his hand and laughed. “Of course we shall….darling. You’re so dramatic. You know, I could give you acting lessons….�

He pulled her to her feet, and then close to him. “We know what happened that last time you gave me any kind of lesson…�

Ginger grinned. “Well, it took you a little longer than most to learn, but you passed with flying colors.�

The small gap between them was closed as Ginger leaned in and kissed him. She’d wanted to do that very thing for quite a while now, and it felt so wonderful to be able to just give in to that urge to grab him and kiss him every time she saw him that she’d been fighting for the past two months.

They parted lips, but stayed in the embrace and smiled at each other.

“We’re going to be late for dinner.� He reminded her.

“Let them wait.�

They kissed again, but this time Ginger pulled away from him.

She sighed. “You’re right. We really shouldn’t show up late…together. I don’t think I want the others to know about…us…just yet.�

“I understand. They’ll make a big scene about it.�

“Exactly. We need time for ourselves to talk and to…get to know each other a little better� she smiled and looked down shyly she was being shy now? What an effect his loving gaze must have on her. “We don’t need them ooh-ing and ahh-ing over us.�

He cringed at the thought of it. “Yes, let’s keep it secret for now.�

He took her by the hand and they slowly made their way toward the little clearing of huts that they called home. When they got to the edge of the jungle, the Professor stopped.

“Perhaps we should go in separately, so we don’t arouse suspicion. Even if we aren’t late, someone still might suspect something.�

“Aren’t you being a little too paranoid?�

He raised his eyebrows. “ooh-ing and ahh-ing?�

“Ok, I see your point.�

He gave her one more quick kiss goodbye, and then they turned and started heading in separate directions. But both of them seemed to forget one little thing: they were still holding hands. Their arms only stretched so far before they were snapped back. The Professor and Ginger collided with each other, and for the second time that day fell to the ground together.

They began to laugh as they realized what had happened. The Professor looked down at her from his position, on top of her once again, and smiled a big toothy smile.

“Ginger, it appears I’ve fallen for you.�

She rolled her eyes at the lame joke and gently pushed him off of her. “If we keep this up, I’m going to be one big black and blue mark.�

“Well, then we must put a stop to it immediately!� he gasped. “Black and blue REALLY don’t do a THING for you, dear!�

Ginger stared at him in shock for several seconds, blinked her eyes, and then burst out laughing. He had just done a near-perfect imitation of Mrs. Howell!

“Professor….did you hit your head when you fell?� she asked between laughs.

He just grinned and helped her to her feet. “Come on, let’s get to dinner.�

“Let’s make sure we let go this time, huh?�

He held up both of his hands to prove they were free.

“See you in a minute� She smiled at him as she walked away.

The Professor and Ginger entered the clearing from opposite sides, and were greeted by…..no one.

They looked at each other in confusion. The table they usually ate at was there, but no castaways.

“Are you sure the sun had the right time?� Ginger teased.

“I’m positive.�

Slowly their expressions turned to worry as they both realized what it could mean.

“You don’t think….�

“The headhunters! Come on, there’s a chance they might still be at the lagoon!�

He grabbed her hand and they took off running down the path. When they got to the lagoon, they stopped short and stared at what they saw.

It was Mary Ann. She was leaning over a small fire and poking at it with a stick, not in the least bit of danger. She looked up when she saw them.

“Hi Professor! Hi Ginger!� she called out with a perky smile. “It’s such a nice day, I thought we’d have dinner down here by the lagoon. Isn’t the sky just beautiful tonight?�

The Professor and Ginger let out the breath they had been holding, and breathed a sigh of relief as their brains registered that everything was fine. They also became acutely aware of the fact that they were still holding hands, and they quickly let go and took a step away from each other.

“Uh….yeah, Mary Ann…beautiful.� Ginger finally managed to speak.

Mary Ann didn’t seem to notice anything suspicious, so they both relaxed.

“Dinner’s almost ready if you’d like to help set the table� Mary Ann nodded toward the bamboo table and benches that had been set up on the sand.

“Sure.� Ginger picked up the stack of plates and began setting them down. “Did you carry all this down here by yourself?� she asked.

“No, Gilligan helped. He went to see if he could find some berries.�

The Professor went over to the fire and looked over Mary Ann’s shoulder. “Dinner smells delicious….what are we having?�

“Halibut.� She replied.

His face lit up. “With kumquat sauce?� he hopefully inquired.

“Of course. I know how much you like it.�

“My absolute favorite!�

Ginger made a face. “Well, you can have my share of it! I don’t know how you can eat that stuff.�

“You can have mine too, Professor.� Gilligan said as he emerged from the jungle with a basket of berries in his hand. “I don’t like the idea of mixing fruit with fish…yeick!� He set the basket down on the table.

“This coming from the person who eats chocolate covered hamburgers.� Mary Ann remarked.

Gilligan just shrugged. “Have you ever tried one?�

“No.�

“Then you don’t know what you’re missing. At least I’ve tried halibut and kumquat sauce.� He stuck out his tongue and made a sour expression as he remembered the taste.

Mary Ann laughed. “Well, Gilligan, guess what we’re having for dessert?�

“Dessert? Oh boy!� He clapped his hands together once and looked thoughtful, with a far too serious expression on his face. “Um….coconut cream pie!�

Mary Ann’s face fell. “Oh, how’d you guess?�

“That’s what you always make.�

As soon as he said it, he was immediately sorry. He hadn’t meant it to sound like an insult to her cooking, but the look on her face was too much for him. She looked close to tears.

“I’m sorry, Mary Ann, I didn’t mean it like that. I love your coconut cream pies! They’re my favorite! You can make two or three or four or five pies if you want!! I really do love them!�

Mary Ann smiled. Gilligan always tried so hard to cheer her up, and she knew he hadn’t meant anything by his comment. He had just answered her question honestly.

“I know you do, Gilligan. I’d like to make other things more often, but there are so many coconuts on this island, and once they fall off the trees I hate to waste them.� She got an idea and smiled. “Tell you what, tomorrow I’ll make a mango pie….just for you.�

“Aw, you don’t have to do that, Mary Ann.�

“I know I don’t have to, Gilligan. I want to.�

“Thanks, Mary Ann. I like your mango pies….they’re nice and sweet.� He licked his lips in anticipation.

She smiled up at him adoringly. “A sweet pie for a sweet person.�

He just grinned his big goofy Gilligan grin back at her.

Ginger had watched this little exchange between Gilligan and Mary Ann with a smile on her face. She glanced over at the Professor, who was looking at the scene before them with his arms crossed and his eyebrows raised in amusement.

Mary Ann finally seemed to realize that there were two other people standing there besides her and Gilligan, and they were both giving her funny looks. She glanced around for a way out of the situation, and her eye caught a thin wisp of smoke curling through the air above the fire.

“Oohh! My fish!� she cried and ran over to the fire. She flipped the fish over with a fork to inspect the damage. “Thank goodness, it didn’t burn.� She sighed in relief. “Go tell the others that it’s time for dinner!�

“I’ll go get the Skipper.� Gilligan quickly volunteered, and rapidly started up the path, glad to escape from the uncomfortable situation.

“I’ll go inform the Howells that dinner is ready.� The Professor said with a slight wave of his hand as he headed up the path.

“I’ll finish setting the table� Ginger said to nobody at all as she continued putting the utensils down.

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Gilligan slowed down his pace after he was out of sight of the lagoon. What had happened back there? He had always liked Mary Ann. She was a good friend and a very nice girl. They had gone butterfly hunting together a few times, and he always enjoyed her company. She was fun to be with. But back at the table, when she had smiled at him with that warm, sweet, pretty smile….he couldn’t explain the feelings he had felt at that moment. He had wanted to hold her in his arms and stare at that smile forever. Why in the world would he want to do a thing like that for? He didn’t know the answer to that question….but he was pretty sure he liked what he had felt. He was so confused. Could this have something to do with that “birds and bees� thing that the Skipper had mentioned before? What did birds and bees have to do with girls? Gilligan shook his head in complete befuddlement. He’d have to ask the Skipper to explain.

[JWood201]

HEE! **dies** I've already read this, but ... HEE!

What's with the symbols, dude? Hmm... MB's are odd. **shrug**

I know what the scene she didn't post is! **jumps up and down** Aw, hell, just give it to 'em, it's freaking cute.

You already know this, but ... I love it!

[TheOtherMovieStar]

Loving it so so much! of course and Ginger/Proffy story is good!

[Julie the GI girl]

hee hee. thanks!

symbols? it's all showing up fine for me....hmmmm. weird.

i'd give them the other scene....but....i just CAN'T go out of order! i'll write the other part ASAP. maybe tonight.....if i get on here. and if i tape Mac. lol.

and yes.....any Ginger/Proffy story is definitely good! hee!

[Gilligan Jillian]

Put more up, please.

[Gilligan Jillian]

All right I said please now I'm really steamed........Get Going! HeeHee