Okay, I finally did it. I always loved the idea of Mary Ann and the
Professor. I hope y'all enjoy. Feedback is always welcomed… :)
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"Professor?" Mary Ann peeked into the hut, not wanting to disturb.
"Come in, Mary Ann," the Professor said. "What can I do for you?"
"Lunch is ready," she said as she took a step inside. She walked over to the table he was sitting at, and glanced curiously at what he had been working on. "What's that?"
"Well, I heard you and Ginger talk about how dull your hut looks, so I thought you might like this."
Mary Ann looked at the unusual object, and then turned her questioning gaze onto the Professor. "How does it work?" she asked.
The Professor cleared his throat. He always lost his train of thought when she looked at him with wide-eyed curiosity. She was the only one who actually seemed interested in what he was saying, and didn't get that bored expression that he saw in everyone else on this island. "It's very simple, actually. You just move this switch."
As he did so the object started to rotate, pieces of it coming out like wings. "You place a candle in the middle, and the light will shine through the different patterns," he explained.
Mary Ann's eyes lit up. "It's beautiful! Gee, Professor, you didn't have to go to so much trouble."
"No problem at all, Mary Ann. I like keeping busy."
Mary Ann smiled. She had noticed that about him. He was always reading one of his scientific manuals or figuring out a way to get them out of the trouble Gilligan created. He wasn't like anyone she'd ever met before. She realized she was starting at him and quickly said, "Well, thanks. I'm sure Ginger will love it, too."
He smiled, glad that she had liked his gift. "We should probably go eat before everyone gets impatient."
"You mean the Skipper," Mary Ann laughed.
They both moved their hands to turn off the switch. The Professor's hand grazed Mary Ann's, and they both froze.
Mary Ann blushed, the fluttering in her stomach growing stronger each second that passed with his hand touching hers.
He would never know what made him do it, but the Professor couldn't resist taking Mary Ann's hand and placing a soft kiss on it.
The kiss that came after was more intimate, as their lips touched tentatively.
"Professor, the Skipper says--" Gilligan stopped mid-sentence, his jaw dropping. He raised both hands to cover his eyes. "Uh, I didn't see anything. No, no one was kissing, nope." He turned and walked, bumping into the table. He was still covering eyes, and couldn't see where he was going.
Mary Ann and the Professor pulled apart quickly.
"Gilligan!" the Professor exclaimed.
"Uh, I should go," Mary Ann said at the same time.
"No, you don't have to go, I'll go," Gilligan said, eyes uncovered, but still not looking at them.
"Gilligan," the Professor said sternly. "You mustn't say a word."
"A word? A word about what? I didn't see anything, how could I say a word?" Gilligan shook his head for effect. "I just came to tell you both that Skipper says he wants to eat sometime this century so… that's it." Gilligan had slowly been walking backwards, until he was outside the hut.
The Professor and Mary Ann sighed as Gilligan disappeared from sight, both wondering how long it would take him to not say anything about what he hadn't seen.
And wondering what they were going to do once he did.
To be continued?
*****
"Professor?" Mary Ann peeked into the hut, not wanting to disturb.
"Come in, Mary Ann," the Professor said. "What can I do for you?"
"Lunch is ready," she said as she took a step inside. She walked over to the table he was sitting at, and glanced curiously at what he had been working on. "What's that?"
"Well, I heard you and Ginger talk about how dull your hut looks, so I thought you might like this."
Mary Ann looked at the unusual object, and then turned her questioning gaze onto the Professor. "How does it work?" she asked.
The Professor cleared his throat. He always lost his train of thought when she looked at him with wide-eyed curiosity. She was the only one who actually seemed interested in what he was saying, and didn't get that bored expression that he saw in everyone else on this island. "It's very simple, actually. You just move this switch."
As he did so the object started to rotate, pieces of it coming out like wings. "You place a candle in the middle, and the light will shine through the different patterns," he explained.
Mary Ann's eyes lit up. "It's beautiful! Gee, Professor, you didn't have to go to so much trouble."
"No problem at all, Mary Ann. I like keeping busy."
Mary Ann smiled. She had noticed that about him. He was always reading one of his scientific manuals or figuring out a way to get them out of the trouble Gilligan created. He wasn't like anyone she'd ever met before. She realized she was starting at him and quickly said, "Well, thanks. I'm sure Ginger will love it, too."
He smiled, glad that she had liked his gift. "We should probably go eat before everyone gets impatient."
"You mean the Skipper," Mary Ann laughed.
They both moved their hands to turn off the switch. The Professor's hand grazed Mary Ann's, and they both froze.
Mary Ann blushed, the fluttering in her stomach growing stronger each second that passed with his hand touching hers.
He would never know what made him do it, but the Professor couldn't resist taking Mary Ann's hand and placing a soft kiss on it.
The kiss that came after was more intimate, as their lips touched tentatively.
"Professor, the Skipper says--" Gilligan stopped mid-sentence, his jaw dropping. He raised both hands to cover his eyes. "Uh, I didn't see anything. No, no one was kissing, nope." He turned and walked, bumping into the table. He was still covering eyes, and couldn't see where he was going.
Mary Ann and the Professor pulled apart quickly.
"Gilligan!" the Professor exclaimed.
"Uh, I should go," Mary Ann said at the same time.
"No, you don't have to go, I'll go," Gilligan said, eyes uncovered, but still not looking at them.
"Gilligan," the Professor said sternly. "You mustn't say a word."
"A word? A word about what? I didn't see anything, how could I say a word?" Gilligan shook his head for effect. "I just came to tell you both that Skipper says he wants to eat sometime this century so… that's it." Gilligan had slowly been walking backwards, until he was outside the hut.
The Professor and Mary Ann sighed as Gilligan disappeared from sight, both wondering how long it would take him to not say anything about what he hadn't seen.
And wondering what they were going to do once he did.
To be continued?