Fly Me to the Moon (MAG/GP)

[Short 'N' Sweet]

Hi, Jilly again and guess what?...I have the start of *drums roll* very first G.I. fanfic!!! I will warn you...it is VERY short, I will post more A.S.A.p. (no that does not stand for always stranded at ...yeah cant think of anything else) uh,... oh, i will post more whenever i find the time, and i would like to have at least 2 replys about my fic....oh by the way, i am trying to weave in BOTH a MAG and a GP...ha ha, good luck to me...well i hope you like it, here it is...!!!.......

[JWood201]

Gah! Where is it? LOL. Can't wait!

[Short 'N' Sweet]

Setting: in the clearing all the castaways are sitting down to eat, exept for Ginger...we'll get to that later...

*Ahem* Whack! (whack bang...same diff)
"GILLIGAN!" (I think we all know who that is )

" I'm sorry Skipper but I had--" Gilligan started to say as his best buddy put his cap back on his head.

"Well, you should be, now I have to go around all day with banana, coconut, and mango mush all over my pants." He hit Gilligan again, a little softer but the hit still got right down to the point. Skip then remembered how he refered to Mary ann's cooking as 'mush.'

"I'm nt saying that your cooking is mush," he said as he turned toward the beautiful brunette to the left of him.(don't worry he doesn't like her) " Your a good cook, I mean for someone who only has coconuts to cook with day in and day out...although I wouldn't mind having a nice big juicy steak..."

" Why thank you Skipper, I try. Without me, you and Gilligan would have to do all the cooking." She made a sideways glance over at Gilligan, who sat across from her, and showed a slight smile.

"Yes, that's right or Ginger..." stated the Professor, then he let his thoughts wonder to the firery red head of the group. " By the way, where is Ginger? has she taken ill?"

" Yes, she hasn't been feeling at all well over the last day or two, she says she thinks it was her attempt to bake a pie...I'm thinking she didn't cook the eggs all the way though."

" I'll drop by the hut after we finish eating...now what are some of her symtoms? "

Before Mary ann could answer his question the music on the radio turned into an announcer

*RADIO*

Hello out there, this is Friendly Henry with a specail news bullitin...The three Kippawakees tribe members that were being held at the scientific lab in North Dakota for tribal customs and observations---


Professor then interjected, " Why, they can't do that! It's inhumane, unnessesary, and completly barbaric--"

*RADIO*

Oh, but they have...and now the Kippawakees have escaped, if you have any information please contact the S.O.T (science of tribes) These men are very dangerous, and if you are to run into one all you have to do--

Just then our man Gilligan, who was trying to get seconds on the 'mush' knocked Friendly Henry right off the table. The reamaing castaways then look at him and just stare....(they have found this more effective than yelling)
"Sorry everyone."

"Oh, that's alright Gilligan my boy... even though it would be our luck that those cannabals will land here and do away with us all!" said Mr.Howell starting out quite, he then croscendoin.g(got louder)

"Oh, how dreadful! But Thurston, what does one wear to a mascre?"

Skipper, as if coming out of a daze says," and a whole bottle of A1 sause..."



Ok, so tell me what you think...i'm worried about staying in charactor, so tell me if i ever stray!...sorry it took me so long to post this, my computer was going to shut down in 30 seconds so...yeah...--Jilly

[JWood201]

Hehe. Nice. Keep it going!

[Short 'N' Sweet]

ok, i'm not going to continue writing unless i get like 1 or 2 more replys, i have another page or 2 to post, but i wont post it untill i get somemore feedback, so that way i know it wasn't a big waste of time...by the way my friend is writing a MAG fic but her writing style is......different should we say.... but anyway i hope to hear from SOMEONE soon, so i can continue, cuz i really hate starting something and not finishing it....
that's all for now--Jilly

[Gilligan Jillian]

Hey! This is cool. Keep going. By the way, I'm Jillian too.(doi-hence the sn)

[JWood201]

Seriously, Jilly, post even if you don't get a whole lot of responses after every post. I know that I read a lot of fan fics but don't necessarily reply after every section. I kinda like to read the whole thing before commenting. But that's me. Anyway, don't think that just because not so many people reply, that they're not reading it. Farthest thing from the truth. I just don't wanna be left hanging. Haha. Keep going!

[Short 'N' Sweet]

Wow, let fate guide us Jillian (how bout you be Jillian and I be Jilly, less confusement) But if you guys thought that the last post was a cliffhanger...try this....


After breakfast, and the startling news on the radio, all the
castaways resigned to do thier daily activities. All exept two,
Ginger lying in bed with a terrible illness of some sort, and the
Professor, who decided to help Mary ann on the dishes. Thinking to himself that Mary ann and Ginger, although he never really recalled seeing Ginger do much, did all the work on the island, and with her sick, he decided to do his good deed for the day and help Mary ann out, he also wanted to get as much information out of Mary ann of Ginger's illness, he was concerned about her naturally. But yet something was eating away at him, he really can't be sure what this thing is, but it's this horrid knawing at the pit of his stomach, he quickly assured himself that it was just worry that one of his friends on the island was sick, and that he wasn't sure he could cure the thing, whatever it was, and make her be back to her Hollywood-self that he had grown to love. His thoughts turned to the what if's...what if he had no cure...what if something goes wrong in the medications that he gives her....or most of all, what is he has to watch her slowly die, right infront of his eyes?
Mary ann watched her friend stare blankly into space, absent mindedly drying the same dish he was five minutes ago. What's he thinking about now, she thought.
" Ummm, Professor, you ok?"
"Hmm? Oh, yes, yes, I'm fine, why do you ask Mary Ann?"
"Well, to be completly honest Professor, you look like your about to cry."
" Do I now?" He lets out a sigh, trying to let all his worries go along with it. " I' ve been thinking about Ginger, how ill is she?"
" Oh, just the stomache flue I guess, but she's having this weird pain in her side...but I think it's just that womanly th--" He suddenly took her arm and looked straight into her eyes. " Does she have a fever?" " I don't know, I haven't checked yet." Mary ann looked at the dish with all the suds on it, thinking you were a nurses assistant in high school, and you didn't even think to take her temperature? Tearing away from her thoughts she managed to say, in a soft whisper," I..umm...does it matter?"
" Yes, a great deal as a matter of fact." " What are you saying Professor? Is, what you think she has, dangerous?"
"To her it may be...Mary ann, if she has a fever, there's a nine out of ten chance that it very well could be appendicitus." (the thing where your appendix ruptures and you could die)


I know I know, really short, but that's how I work, I'll have more in a few days, but to me it will seem like a Gillasecond, but to you an eternity....(dunno just guessin') Please reply--Jilly

[Julie the GI girl]

oooo! i like. poor Ginger. but....Proffy will take care of her! keep going!

and yeah, what Courtney says is true. i'm like that as well....i don't always reply after each section, i prefer to read it all and then comment. so keep going anyway, we're still reading.

[TheOtherMovieStar]

It's good. that's so cute with Proffy so concerned for Ginger. I hope you write some more.

(MHP Who?)

[Short 'N' Sweet]

Knock knock! "Hey Ginger, may I come in?"

No response...."Ginger, are you alright?"

He took his chances at her not being decent and opened the door. What he saw startled him, he had never seen Ginger like this, so lifeless...it made him want to reach

out and hold her until all her pain went away.

He walked over to her 'bed' and gently shook her shoulder.

"Ginger, it's me, the Professor. I've come here to possibly diagnose you, but I'm sure it's nothing."

"Professor?" -

-" Yes?"

---"You don't have to worry about this, I just feel tired and sick to my stomache...that's all."

--"Well, nonetheless it would ease my mind if I could measure your bodily heat in farie--uh, take your tempurature...just humor me."

He then took uot his thermometer and stethescope.....to keep her calm he talked to her, but as much to tire her.

"So, you have stomach pain, does it have the charactoristics of influenza... um, the stomache flue, or is abdominal pain?"

----"Look, Professor,it's very sweet of you to worry like this, but all I am is tired, and I feel like I need to upchuck...and I feel cold. Now please, let me rest."

---But Ginger I...." He sighed again,"I'm just concerned about your well-being." He did something that was unlike him, he reached out and touched her face for a brief

moment, then pulled back.

What's gotten into me?

" Get some rest Ginger, oh, and one more thing, open your mouth so I can swab it with this cotton ball...that's it...thank you. I'll be back in before lunch today, so zi'll tell

you your diagnoses...take care." The Professor gathered his things, and fled the girls hut to conslut his books, and do some lab tests on Ginger's swab.

[TheOtherMovieStar]

Aww, poor Ginger, but atleast she has the Professor to care for her. Keep posting, i'm interested to see where this is going.

(MHP who!)

[Short 'N' Sweet]

hey , sorry i haven't posted anything lately, but i've had dance competition and band and games, and everything....so i haven't had time!!! and this time i'm actuall gunna have a lot of it writen, so yeah, next time i post there will be a lot more than wat i usually post....yippy!---Jilly

[Rory Michelle]

what do ya play in band? i play percussion.

[Julie the GI girl]

ah, the days of band. makes me miss high school. i'm a trumpet nerd, myself. rock on, band geeks!