"Gilligan's Acres" Update; Finally!
Title: "Gilligan's Acres"
Chapter 5
Author: Karen/kirsdarke
Pairings: Ginger/Professor, Mary Ann/Gilligan
Rating: PG
Summary: They end up owning a farm. I'm getting to it, I promise.
Disclaimer: Sherwood Schwartz owns it, not me. Trust me.
Note: Unbeta-ed, un-edited. Sorry.
Chapter Five
Hello, Hawaii
When the U.S.S. Schwartz arrived in Hononlulu the next morning, there was a mob awaiting them. Hundreds of people had come out to witness the castaways' return.
"Wow, Skipper," Gilligan said. "They must really love the Navy."
"Gilligan," the Professor said. "I believe they're here for us."
Gilligan's eyes went wide. "Oh, wow," he said.
The police kept the crowd back as the castaways hurried to a limosine that Mr. Howell had waiting. They made their way through the streets of Honolulu to the Howell Resort. When they pulled up to the building, the entire staff was waiting in the lobby for their boss's return.
"Oh, Lovey, look at that," he said happily. "They missed me."
"Of course they did, darling," she said.
The castaways filed out of the limousine and into the lobby. The concierge stepped forward and happily shook Mr. Howell's hand.
"Welcome home, Mr. Howell," he said.
"Thank you, Patrick," he said. "It's good to be back. Get our bags, will you?"
"Of course."
"Good man."
Gilligan walked backwards through the sitting room of the suite, looking up at the ceiling. Seeing what was coming, Skipper grabbed his suitcase and pulled it out of the way so Gilligan could fall over the footstool instead.
"Gilligan, will you watch where you're going?" Skipper said in annoyance.
"Sorry, Skipper," Gilligan said, picking himself up off the floor. "This sure is a big room."
"Yes, it is."
"It sure was nice of the Howells to let us stay here."
"Yes, it was."
"I'm sure gonna miss them."
"Me, too."
"And Mary Ann," Gilligan said. "And the Professor, and Ginger. And you, Skipper."
The Skipper did a quick double take.
"Me?" he asked. "I'm not going anywhere."
"I know. I just didn't want you to feel left out."
Skipper felt he should be annoyed, but wasn't.
"Thanks, little buddy."
After an afternoon of shopping and pampering, Mrs. Howell took Ginger and Mary Ann back to her suite to enjoy their own little tea party.
"Thank you for everything, Mrs. Howell," Mary Ann said.
"It's my pleasure, darling," Mrs. Howell said. "You two look absolutely lovely."
"I'm going to miss you."
"So will I," Ginger said. "You've always been so kind."
"It's true," Mary Ann said sadly.
"Oh, I'll miss you, too," Mrs. Howell said, her voice beginning to break. "You girls have been like my own daughters."
"You've been like a second mother to me," Mary Ann said, beginning to cry.
"And a third mother to me," Ginger said, joining in with her own tears.
The three women broke into tears and sobs. The door of the suite opened and Mr. Howell and Mr. Friedman walked in. They looked at the women in surprise.
"At least they're not throwing things in the harbor," Mr. Friedman said. "Yet."
"Lovey," Mr. Howell said, hurrying to his wife's side. "Girls, what's the matter?"
"Nothing," Ginger said through her sobs.
"We're having a wonderful time," Mary Ann forced out.
"Obviously," Mr. Friedman said.
"Thurston," Mrs. Howell wailed. "I don't want to lose my girls."
"You know, legally, they're not exactly yours," Mr. Friedman said gently. This just made the women cry harder. Mr. Howell hit him on the arm and then put an arm around his wife's shoulders.
"What he meant to say, Lovey," Mr. Howell said. "It that we're not losing them. They're just going home. We'll know exactly where they are."
"He's right," Ginger said, collecting herself a little. "I'll be in New York. That's not far from you."
"Exactly, and Mary Ann will come visit when she gets the chance."
"And you can come see me in Kansas," Mary Ann said.
"Right, and she can come visit," Mr. Howell repeated.
Mrs. Howell dried her eyes.
"You're right, Thurston," she said. "We're being silly."
"Well, problem solved," he said happily. "Ooh, sandwiches."
He reached for one, but Mrs. Howell slapped his hand away.
After dressing for dinner, Mary Ann walked into the sitting room of the girls' suite. Ginger sat on the couch, putting on her make-up, wearing a sexy black dress. She looked up at her younger friend. Mary Ann looked very pretty, wearing a little white dress that was perfect for her, very Mary Ann-ish.
"You look great," Ginger said. She finished her make-up, then stood up. "How do I look?"
"Like you're going to make every woman in there jealous," Mary Ann said. Just as she expected, Ginger gave a chesire-cat grin.
"Perfect," she said. "Let's go."
Down in the resort's dining room, the castaways (well, former castaways) were waiting, milling around the bottom of the staircase. Gilligan was fidgeting with the tie that Skipper had made him put on. He always hated dressing up.
Mary Ann appeared at the top of the staircase and began walking down. She was dressed up, made up and her hair was curled. She looked as pretty as Gilligan had ever seen her. His mouth fell open a little. The Skipper calming pushed it shut.
"Hi, Skipper," Mary Ann said. "Hi, Gilligan."
"Hello, Mary Ann," Skipper said. "You look lovely."
"Thank you."
"Where's Ginger?"
"She ran into a friend and stopped to talk. Are we the last to arrive?"
"No, the Howells haven't gotten here yet," Skipper said.
"Hi, Mary Ann," Gilligan finally managed to say.
"Hi, Gilligan," Mary Ann said.
"Gilligan, why don't you show Mary Ann to our table?" Skipper said knowingly.
"Okay, Skipper," Gilligan said. Mary Ann took hold of his arm and he led her to the table in the back where Mr. Friedman was already sitting. He stood up to greet them.
"Miss Mary Ann," he said happily. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"
"Oh, are you having trouble with your eyes, Mr. Friedman?" Gilligan asked worriedly.
"Oh, no. It's a figure of speech, my boy."
"Oh..."
"I was just saying how lovely Mary Ann looks."
"Thank you, Mr. Friedman," Mary Ann said with a smile.
A few moments later, the Professor and the Skipper showed Ginger to the table and took their seats. The Howells were the last to arrive and complete the group.
"Wrongway Feldman!" Mr. Friedman repeated the name in amazement. "I haven't thought about him in years. He was on your little island?"
"Oh, we had a lot of visitors," Mary Ann said.
"What was the name of that painter?" Gilligan asked.
"Dubov," Mr. Howell said. "Alexandri Dubov."
"Yeah, him. He was there."
"The President of Euacuarico was exiled to our island," the Professor said.
"Erika Tiffany Smith stopped by, too," Ginger said, giving the Professor a sly smile.
"Good lord," Mr. Friedman said. "You should have charged them. You would have made a killing."
Mr. Howell hit the table in frustration.
"Why didn't I think of that?" he asked himself.
"Darling, don't think about it," Mrs. Howell said. "Come dance with me."
"Yes, of course, darling."
They both got up from their seats and he led her onto the dance floor. Ginger watched them with a smile.
The Professor saw Ginger looking at the dance floor. One dance wouldn't hurt, would it?
"Ginger," he said. She looked at him. "Would you like to dance?"
She smiled.
"Of course," she said. She got up, took his hand and led him away.
Mary Ann turned to Gilligan.
"Gilligan?" she asked carefully.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Do you want to dance?"
He choked on the bite he'd just taken.
"You wanna dance with me?" he asked.
"Why not?"
"I can think of two reasons. They're both left feet, and they're both mine."
Mary Ann smiled patiently and got up from her chair. Gilligan smiled and got up, too, and followed her to the dance floor. Mr. Friedman watched them, then looked across the table at the Skipper.
"Captain-"
"No," Skipper said firmly.
"All right, then."
"Thurston, look," Mrs. Howell said, looking at Gilligan and Mary Ann self-conciously dancing together. "Isn't that darling?"
"Yes, the boy does seem to be making progress," Mr. Howell said. He winced as he saw Gilligan accidently step on Mary Ann's foot. "Ooh. He'll have to work on that."
"Thurston, don't they remind you of someone?"
"I was a better dancer than that, Lovey."
"Of course you were, darling."
"Of course it helps when you have a good partner," he said with a smile. "Of course, I had the best."
"Oh, darling. You're such a romantic."
"Well, shh. Don't let it get out."
"Did you say that you were going to New York?" the Professor asked.
"Oh, I didn't tell you?" Ginger said excitedly. "I ran into a friend of mine, a producer. He has a shower started on Broadway, a modern version of Romeo & Juliet, and he wants me to play Juliet."
"That's wonderful," Professor said with a smile.
"I know. I can't wait."
"I'm sure you'll be a fantastic Juliet."
"Remember, you promised to come see me," she said teasingly.
"I wouldn't miss it."
"Sorry," Gilligan said as he stepped on Mary Ann's foot again.
"It's all right," Mary Ann said.
She looked down at their feet, and he looked at her. After four years of seeing her every day, he didn't know when he would see her again after tonight and that scared him. Even if he could get up the nerve to talk to her, like Ginger said he should, what was the point?
"Mary Ann?" he said. She looked up at him. "You look really pretty."
She smiled.
"Thanks, Gilligan."
For those of you who are interested, the dresses the ladies wore to dinner: Ginger's, Mary Ann's and Mrs. Howell's.
Comments are great. Sorry it took so long. I'll try to get the next update up sooner.
<3
Chapter 5
Author: Karen/kirsdarke
Pairings: Ginger/Professor, Mary Ann/Gilligan
Rating: PG
Summary: They end up owning a farm. I'm getting to it, I promise.
Disclaimer: Sherwood Schwartz owns it, not me. Trust me.
Note: Unbeta-ed, un-edited. Sorry.
Chapter Five
Hello, Hawaii
When the U.S.S. Schwartz arrived in Hononlulu the next morning, there was a mob awaiting them. Hundreds of people had come out to witness the castaways' return.
"Wow, Skipper," Gilligan said. "They must really love the Navy."
"Gilligan," the Professor said. "I believe they're here for us."
Gilligan's eyes went wide. "Oh, wow," he said.
The police kept the crowd back as the castaways hurried to a limosine that Mr. Howell had waiting. They made their way through the streets of Honolulu to the Howell Resort. When they pulled up to the building, the entire staff was waiting in the lobby for their boss's return.
"Oh, Lovey, look at that," he said happily. "They missed me."
"Of course they did, darling," she said.
The castaways filed out of the limousine and into the lobby. The concierge stepped forward and happily shook Mr. Howell's hand.
"Welcome home, Mr. Howell," he said.
"Thank you, Patrick," he said. "It's good to be back. Get our bags, will you?"
"Of course."
"Good man."
Gilligan walked backwards through the sitting room of the suite, looking up at the ceiling. Seeing what was coming, Skipper grabbed his suitcase and pulled it out of the way so Gilligan could fall over the footstool instead.
"Gilligan, will you watch where you're going?" Skipper said in annoyance.
"Sorry, Skipper," Gilligan said, picking himself up off the floor. "This sure is a big room."
"Yes, it is."
"It sure was nice of the Howells to let us stay here."
"Yes, it was."
"I'm sure gonna miss them."
"Me, too."
"And Mary Ann," Gilligan said. "And the Professor, and Ginger. And you, Skipper."
The Skipper did a quick double take.
"Me?" he asked. "I'm not going anywhere."
"I know. I just didn't want you to feel left out."
Skipper felt he should be annoyed, but wasn't.
"Thanks, little buddy."
After an afternoon of shopping and pampering, Mrs. Howell took Ginger and Mary Ann back to her suite to enjoy their own little tea party.
"Thank you for everything, Mrs. Howell," Mary Ann said.
"It's my pleasure, darling," Mrs. Howell said. "You two look absolutely lovely."
"I'm going to miss you."
"So will I," Ginger said. "You've always been so kind."
"It's true," Mary Ann said sadly.
"Oh, I'll miss you, too," Mrs. Howell said, her voice beginning to break. "You girls have been like my own daughters."
"You've been like a second mother to me," Mary Ann said, beginning to cry.
"And a third mother to me," Ginger said, joining in with her own tears.
The three women broke into tears and sobs. The door of the suite opened and Mr. Howell and Mr. Friedman walked in. They looked at the women in surprise.
"At least they're not throwing things in the harbor," Mr. Friedman said. "Yet."
"Lovey," Mr. Howell said, hurrying to his wife's side. "Girls, what's the matter?"
"Nothing," Ginger said through her sobs.
"We're having a wonderful time," Mary Ann forced out.
"Obviously," Mr. Friedman said.
"Thurston," Mrs. Howell wailed. "I don't want to lose my girls."
"You know, legally, they're not exactly yours," Mr. Friedman said gently. This just made the women cry harder. Mr. Howell hit him on the arm and then put an arm around his wife's shoulders.
"What he meant to say, Lovey," Mr. Howell said. "It that we're not losing them. They're just going home. We'll know exactly where they are."
"He's right," Ginger said, collecting herself a little. "I'll be in New York. That's not far from you."
"Exactly, and Mary Ann will come visit when she gets the chance."
"And you can come see me in Kansas," Mary Ann said.
"Right, and she can come visit," Mr. Howell repeated.
Mrs. Howell dried her eyes.
"You're right, Thurston," she said. "We're being silly."
"Well, problem solved," he said happily. "Ooh, sandwiches."
He reached for one, but Mrs. Howell slapped his hand away.
After dressing for dinner, Mary Ann walked into the sitting room of the girls' suite. Ginger sat on the couch, putting on her make-up, wearing a sexy black dress. She looked up at her younger friend. Mary Ann looked very pretty, wearing a little white dress that was perfect for her, very Mary Ann-ish.
"You look great," Ginger said. She finished her make-up, then stood up. "How do I look?"
"Like you're going to make every woman in there jealous," Mary Ann said. Just as she expected, Ginger gave a chesire-cat grin.
"Perfect," she said. "Let's go."
Down in the resort's dining room, the castaways (well, former castaways) were waiting, milling around the bottom of the staircase. Gilligan was fidgeting with the tie that Skipper had made him put on. He always hated dressing up.
Mary Ann appeared at the top of the staircase and began walking down. She was dressed up, made up and her hair was curled. She looked as pretty as Gilligan had ever seen her. His mouth fell open a little. The Skipper calming pushed it shut.
"Hi, Skipper," Mary Ann said. "Hi, Gilligan."
"Hello, Mary Ann," Skipper said. "You look lovely."
"Thank you."
"Where's Ginger?"
"She ran into a friend and stopped to talk. Are we the last to arrive?"
"No, the Howells haven't gotten here yet," Skipper said.
"Hi, Mary Ann," Gilligan finally managed to say.
"Hi, Gilligan," Mary Ann said.
"Gilligan, why don't you show Mary Ann to our table?" Skipper said knowingly.
"Okay, Skipper," Gilligan said. Mary Ann took hold of his arm and he led her to the table in the back where Mr. Friedman was already sitting. He stood up to greet them.
"Miss Mary Ann," he said happily. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"
"Oh, are you having trouble with your eyes, Mr. Friedman?" Gilligan asked worriedly.
"Oh, no. It's a figure of speech, my boy."
"Oh..."
"I was just saying how lovely Mary Ann looks."
"Thank you, Mr. Friedman," Mary Ann said with a smile.
A few moments later, the Professor and the Skipper showed Ginger to the table and took their seats. The Howells were the last to arrive and complete the group.
"Wrongway Feldman!" Mr. Friedman repeated the name in amazement. "I haven't thought about him in years. He was on your little island?"
"Oh, we had a lot of visitors," Mary Ann said.
"What was the name of that painter?" Gilligan asked.
"Dubov," Mr. Howell said. "Alexandri Dubov."
"Yeah, him. He was there."
"The President of Euacuarico was exiled to our island," the Professor said.
"Erika Tiffany Smith stopped by, too," Ginger said, giving the Professor a sly smile.
"Good lord," Mr. Friedman said. "You should have charged them. You would have made a killing."
Mr. Howell hit the table in frustration.
"Why didn't I think of that?" he asked himself.
"Darling, don't think about it," Mrs. Howell said. "Come dance with me."
"Yes, of course, darling."
They both got up from their seats and he led her onto the dance floor. Ginger watched them with a smile.
The Professor saw Ginger looking at the dance floor. One dance wouldn't hurt, would it?
"Ginger," he said. She looked at him. "Would you like to dance?"
She smiled.
"Of course," she said. She got up, took his hand and led him away.
Mary Ann turned to Gilligan.
"Gilligan?" she asked carefully.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Do you want to dance?"
He choked on the bite he'd just taken.
"You wanna dance with me?" he asked.
"Why not?"
"I can think of two reasons. They're both left feet, and they're both mine."
Mary Ann smiled patiently and got up from her chair. Gilligan smiled and got up, too, and followed her to the dance floor. Mr. Friedman watched them, then looked across the table at the Skipper.
"Captain-"
"No," Skipper said firmly.
"All right, then."
"Thurston, look," Mrs. Howell said, looking at Gilligan and Mary Ann self-conciously dancing together. "Isn't that darling?"
"Yes, the boy does seem to be making progress," Mr. Howell said. He winced as he saw Gilligan accidently step on Mary Ann's foot. "Ooh. He'll have to work on that."
"Thurston, don't they remind you of someone?"
"I was a better dancer than that, Lovey."
"Of course you were, darling."
"Of course it helps when you have a good partner," he said with a smile. "Of course, I had the best."
"Oh, darling. You're such a romantic."
"Well, shh. Don't let it get out."
"Did you say that you were going to New York?" the Professor asked.
"Oh, I didn't tell you?" Ginger said excitedly. "I ran into a friend of mine, a producer. He has a shower started on Broadway, a modern version of Romeo & Juliet, and he wants me to play Juliet."
"That's wonderful," Professor said with a smile.
"I know. I can't wait."
"I'm sure you'll be a fantastic Juliet."
"Remember, you promised to come see me," she said teasingly.
"I wouldn't miss it."
"Sorry," Gilligan said as he stepped on Mary Ann's foot again.
"It's all right," Mary Ann said.
She looked down at their feet, and he looked at her. After four years of seeing her every day, he didn't know when he would see her again after tonight and that scared him. Even if he could get up the nerve to talk to her, like Ginger said he should, what was the point?
"Mary Ann?" he said. She looked up at him. "You look really pretty."
She smiled.
"Thanks, Gilligan."
For those of you who are interested, the dresses the ladies wore to dinner: Ginger's, Mary Ann's and Mrs. Howell's.
Comments are great. Sorry it took so long. I'll try to get the next update up sooner.
<3