This is it! A big thank you to everyone who's read and commented! It's
been really fun writing this, I hope y'all enjoy the end. :)
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Mary Ann and the Professor sat at the table in his hut, where it had all began. They had the few herb samples they'd picked on it, just in case someone walked in on them, yet again.
"Ginger and Gilligan almost found us kissing," Mary Ann said. She couldn't help but blush at the memory.
"Yes," the Professor said thoughtfully. "Perhaps we should rethink our decision to maintain our relationship a secret. In an enclosed space such as this, it will not be long until everyone knows."
Mary Ann smiled widely. She had been thinking the exact same thing. "I think you're right. And I don't like lying to our friends."
"Neither do I."
"I think they'll be happy for us, don't you?"
"I am sure of it," the Professor agreed. "Although I can't imagine it would be that much of interest to any of them."
*****
"Gilligan! Will you watch where you're going?" the Skipper held out his hand. "Here, let me help you up." He easily lifted Gilligan off the ground.
Gilligan let out a breath of relief.
"Are you okay?" the Skipper asked, his voice gruff, but with concern.
"Yes, Skipper."
"Yes, yes, the lad is all right," Mr. Howell said impatiently. "Now, Gilligan, back to the business at hand."
"Business?" the Skipper asked. "What business?"
"Well, you see..."
As Mr. Howell explained, Gilligan tried to slowly -- and quietly -- get away from the group, but Skipper caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and reached out his large hand to grab Gilligan's shirt and pull him back.
"Going somewhere, Gilligan?"
"Uh, just going to get a banana," Gilligan replied lamely. It was the best he could come up with the Skipper staring at him.
"Mr. Howell says you know a secret."
"Yes," Gilligan answered.
The Skipper waited for Gilligan to elaborate, but Gilligan said nothing. "WELL?" the Skipper bellowed.
"It's a secret, Skipper."
"Gilligan..." the Skipper warned. He crossed his arms over his chest, and looked down at Gilligan with the familiar threatening glare.
I'm dead, Gilligan thought glumly.
"Hi, everybody," Mary Ann's sweet voice startled everyone. They looked around guiltily, all of them mumbling a greeting, except Gilligan, who said a loud "Hi!" and took a large step away from the nosy group.
"Mary Ann and I have an announcement to make," the Professor said.
The group fell silent, each of them leaning in closer to make sure not to miss a word.
"We -- Mary Ann and I, that is -- have decided to pursue a romantic relationship."
For a few long seconds, no one said a word. They stood staring at the smiling couple, and then looked at each other. Then they all spoke at once.
"Oh, how lovely!" Mrs. Howell beamed. "Congratulations!"
"Cheers!" Mr. Howell smiled.
"It couldn't have happened to two nicer people," the Skipper said sincerely.
"Wow," Ginger said. "Just... wow."
"Well, Gilligan," the Skipper looked at his little buddy. "Aren't you going to say something to the Professor and Mary Ann?"
Gilligan opened his mouth to demand to know why he'd kept the secret for nothing. But he wasn't one to hold a grudge, and simply grinned, "When's the wedding?"
*****
The Professor proposed to Mary Ann a month later. Mary Ann and Roy Hinkley were married by the Skipper soon after. Ginger was the maid of honor, and wedding coordinator, of course. Gilligan served as best man. The ceremony was, as Mrs. Howell would say, lovely. Mr. Howell, that old softie, even gave the newlyweds a honeymoon trip to another part of the island as a gift.
They quite enjoyed it.
There was a rumor that there was some hanky panky going on during the reception between a certain redheaded moviestar and an endearing first- mate, but that's another story altogether....
~The End~
~*~
Mary Ann and the Professor sat at the table in his hut, where it had all began. They had the few herb samples they'd picked on it, just in case someone walked in on them, yet again.
"Ginger and Gilligan almost found us kissing," Mary Ann said. She couldn't help but blush at the memory.
"Yes," the Professor said thoughtfully. "Perhaps we should rethink our decision to maintain our relationship a secret. In an enclosed space such as this, it will not be long until everyone knows."
Mary Ann smiled widely. She had been thinking the exact same thing. "I think you're right. And I don't like lying to our friends."
"Neither do I."
"I think they'll be happy for us, don't you?"
"I am sure of it," the Professor agreed. "Although I can't imagine it would be that much of interest to any of them."
*****
"Gilligan! Will you watch where you're going?" the Skipper held out his hand. "Here, let me help you up." He easily lifted Gilligan off the ground.
Gilligan let out a breath of relief.
"Are you okay?" the Skipper asked, his voice gruff, but with concern.
"Yes, Skipper."
"Yes, yes, the lad is all right," Mr. Howell said impatiently. "Now, Gilligan, back to the business at hand."
"Business?" the Skipper asked. "What business?"
"Well, you see..."
As Mr. Howell explained, Gilligan tried to slowly -- and quietly -- get away from the group, but Skipper caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and reached out his large hand to grab Gilligan's shirt and pull him back.
"Going somewhere, Gilligan?"
"Uh, just going to get a banana," Gilligan replied lamely. It was the best he could come up with the Skipper staring at him.
"Mr. Howell says you know a secret."
"Yes," Gilligan answered.
The Skipper waited for Gilligan to elaborate, but Gilligan said nothing. "WELL?" the Skipper bellowed.
"It's a secret, Skipper."
"Gilligan..." the Skipper warned. He crossed his arms over his chest, and looked down at Gilligan with the familiar threatening glare.
I'm dead, Gilligan thought glumly.
"Hi, everybody," Mary Ann's sweet voice startled everyone. They looked around guiltily, all of them mumbling a greeting, except Gilligan, who said a loud "Hi!" and took a large step away from the nosy group.
"Mary Ann and I have an announcement to make," the Professor said.
The group fell silent, each of them leaning in closer to make sure not to miss a word.
"We -- Mary Ann and I, that is -- have decided to pursue a romantic relationship."
For a few long seconds, no one said a word. They stood staring at the smiling couple, and then looked at each other. Then they all spoke at once.
"Oh, how lovely!" Mrs. Howell beamed. "Congratulations!"
"Cheers!" Mr. Howell smiled.
"It couldn't have happened to two nicer people," the Skipper said sincerely.
"Wow," Ginger said. "Just... wow."
"Well, Gilligan," the Skipper looked at his little buddy. "Aren't you going to say something to the Professor and Mary Ann?"
Gilligan opened his mouth to demand to know why he'd kept the secret for nothing. But he wasn't one to hold a grudge, and simply grinned, "When's the wedding?"
*****
The Professor proposed to Mary Ann a month later. Mary Ann and Roy Hinkley were married by the Skipper soon after. Ginger was the maid of honor, and wedding coordinator, of course. Gilligan served as best man. The ceremony was, as Mrs. Howell would say, lovely. Mr. Howell, that old softie, even gave the newlyweds a honeymoon trip to another part of the island as a gift.
They quite enjoyed it.
There was a rumor that there was some hanky panky going on during the reception between a certain redheaded moviestar and an endearing first- mate, but that's another story altogether....
~The End~