A/N This will most likely be a short story. A few chapters. Just a light-hearted love story about Pinger.
Hope you like it. I had written a previous story awhile back about the Professor hitting his head called Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow. After watching Forget Me Not in which the Skipper got clonked on the head and had amnesia I wondered about how the Professor would act.
Now I decided to sort of apply that concept to this story only this time it's Ginger and well...just read.
The Professor was bursting with excitement. He could not wait to present her with his latest gift. She was certain to love it. He knocked on the hut door and a voice from inside stated for him to enter.
He walked in finding Mary Ann making up her bed. She smiled and said hello as she went back to her work. The Professor's eyes then went to the lovely red head sitting at her table brushing her red silky hair.
"Good Morning Ginger." He said to her.
"Morning Professor." She replied running the brush through her locks. "Did you want something?
"I have something for you." He replied proudly.
Ginger set her brush down and turned in her seat. "For me?" She said astonished. "Again? Professor you don't need…."
"I heard you say that you were running low on perfume so I made a bottle for you." He said holding the glass container out for her.
The actress smiled. "Professor, the other day you came bursting in here with new blue eye shadow, the day before that you gave me some new skin cream, now you are bringing me perfume?"
Mary Ann grinned. "I think someone likes someone." She remarked before walking out.
The academic turned slightly red. "I uh just…I thought you would need…I mean you said…"
Standing up, Ginger placed her hands on his shoulders. "Darling you don't have to keep bringing me gifts. I know you love me. I love you too." With that she pressed her lips against his and they were lost in a passionate kiss.
The Professor tried with all his might not to wake up but it was of no use. He did.
Another dream of that gorgeous redhead. He loved her so much it hurt. Why he was not telling her this was not something he had yet to acknowledge to himself. All Roy Hinkley knew was that he loved Ginger Grant and longed for the day he could hold her in his arms for real, tell her how beautiful he believed her to be. What he would not give to kiss her elegant neck. His mind recalled that time he had the chance to do such a thing.
Rushing in, taking a hold of her and nuzzling her to sniff her perfume. Somehow, someway he restrained himself from doing so. The scholar did note how Ginger was not the least bit upset with him when this occurred. In fact she seemed delighted by it.
At the time he chalked it up to her just being used to men…accosting her, he supposed was the word, but maybe it wasn't.
At any rate he had no idea if she actually cared for him or not. Sure she had kissed him several times. However acting was involved each time. That's what he told himself.
The time in the jungle tricking Duke, the movie and he was not going to forget the kissing lesson when he had foolishly allowed himself to get involved with Erika Tiffany Smith. Why he even bothered with that woman he was not sure. He felt nothing when he was with her. When he was around Ginger he felt things he did not know a human was capable of feeling. That could be why he ran to her to help him. A part of him was hoping deep down that Ginger would declare she was in love with him and state he did not have to marry a woman he did not love, he could marry her.
Roy Hinkley threw the covers back and decided to put it out of his mind. No use on dwelling on it. He probably was never going to actually catch the attention of such a beautiful being like Ginger Grant.
Instead he went through his normal routine of washing up and dressing. After which he packed up some supplies and decided to head out to the other side of the island for some exploration.
Jungle
Ginger sang softly to herself as she hung the laundry on the line. She was feeling happy. One would not think a person would be happy being stuck on an island with no ability to contact anyone but she was. She had gotten used to their way of life and was not starting to mind it too much. It was peaceful and also could be very beautiful.
As she sang her tune little did she know a coconut was about to fall from a tree.
It shook and shook and then just like that, it was released and hit the actress hard on top of her head. All went black and she fell to the ground dropping the red dress of Mary Ann's she was about to hang on the line.
Just then that very farm girl appeared in the jungle clearing and gasped when she saw her redheaded friend laying on the sand unconscious.
Quickly she ran over to her. "Ginger." She said worriedly. "Ginger…Ginger." She patted her hand hoping to wake the starlet. "Ginger…"
The movie star started to come to and opened her eyes. She squinted at Mary Ann and rubbed her head. "What happened?" She asked.
The brunette noticed the coconut by Ginger's side. "I think you got hit with this." She said picking it up.
"Oh." Ginger said touching her head.
"You okay?" Mary Ann said taking her hand and helping her up.
"I guess so." She replied. "Whoa.." Ginger started to feel dizzy.
The brunette then called out for Gilligan and Skipper as she knew they were nearby at the lagoon catching fish and checking the lobster traps.
The two sailors came rushing into the jungle. "What happened?" The Skipper asked.
"Ginger got hit with a coconut." Mary Ann explained.
"Goodness! Is she alright?" asked Skipper concerned kneeling down by the actress helping her stand up again.
"I think so but maybe the Professor should check to make sure." Mary Ann replied.
It was then the academic came walking by.
"Professor." Mary Ann called to him. "We need your help over here."
The academic quickly put his pack down and rushed to the group. "What happened?" He asked asked the brunette.
"Ginger got hit on the head with a coconut." She explained. "I found her here passed out."
The movie star looked over the academic. He's cute.
"Can you tell me who you are?" The Professor asked of starlet.
"I'm Ginger." She replied.
"And do you know who these people are?" He asked gesturing to the others.
"Yes. That's Mary Ann." She said pointing to the pigtailed girl with the pink shirt and shorts. "And Gilligan is over there." She gestured to the skinny sailor in the red shirt. "He is the Skipper." The redhead indicated to the large male in the blue shirt.
Ginger again allowed her eyes to drift over the Professor. "You are Professor Roy Hinkley. And you are cute." She smiled.
The academic was flustered at this not knowing what to say. He could only stammer. "Um..Uh…."
The starlet moved closer to him. "I bet you are my husband." She said softly.
Husband? The Professor was shocked. Ginger thought…Husband?
"I would most definitely be married to someone as cute as you are." The movie star purred at him draping her arms over his shoulders.
The man of science was too stunned to speak. No words came. He was rendered totally speechless.
The Skipper nervously removed his cap and scratched his head and then placed his cap back. He didn't know what they were supposed to do. Should they tell Ginger the truth or not?
Mary Ann was as unsure as the sea captain. How were they supposed to handle this?
She remembered when she had hit her head and thought she was Ginger. The Professor had stated they had to go along with her belief. The truth may have been too confusing for her. It was true when she had observed Ginger dressed as her hanging laundry with Gilligan. She had thought she was seeing herself. It was all strange. Would this be the same case?
Gilligan looked unsure himself. He too recalled when Mary Ann had hit her head and how they had to be careful. Should they do the same with Ginger?
True it was not the same. Ginger did know she was Ginger. She did not think she was Mary Ann or anyone else. She just had the belief she was married to the Professor.
What a nightmare this was going to be!