The Skipper's lawyer was a man by the name of Oliver Vanderbrock. And the moment he arrived, Skipper could tell he had bad news for him.
That did not turn out to be completely true. The news turned out to be more hopeless...
"Professor Hinkley, I am very happy to meet you. Now would be a perfect time to prep you for your testimony."
"I plan to help the Skipper in anyway possible." Professor replied, shaking his hand. But Skipper interrupted.
"Did you find out anything, Mr. Vanderbrock?"
Oliver signaled to the maid to bring them drinks, before sitting down. Skipper and Professor sat as well.
"Yes and no." was his answer.
"You found something but you didn't?" Skipper asked, confused.
Oliver sighed before speaking.
"Tell me, gentleman: do either of you know a Dr. Balinkoff?"
Skipper and the Professor looked at one another, then stared at Oliver, shaking their heads.
"No, not that I know of." Skipper said.
"I can't say that I do." the Professor replied.
"This man is kind of...well...crazy. Maybe crazy is too strong a word. Eccentric might be a better characterization. He has a house on an island near the one you were shipwrecked on."
Skipper slowly stood up!
"Is he that crazy doctor that dresses like a magician?"
"He is wearing a top hat in his mug shot." Oliver confided.
"Mug shot?" Professor asked slowly. "For what? Not that I should be surprised. He lured us to his island and tried to experiment on us."
"Yes, well we have found evidence that suggests that after Eva Grubb left you all on that island, she ended up on THAT island with Dr. Balinkoff. "
The Professor frowned. Something else came to mind. The sheer coincidence of two people, that had essentially been very unhelpful towards them, with regards to their rescue, knowing one another. Something about it made the Professor wonder just how much of a coincidence it was really?
"What are you saying, Mr. Vanderbrock? That Eva was seeing him while she was married to me?" Skipper asked.
"I think it is a possibility," Oliver said, "considering that a few months before you married Ms. Grubb, Dr. Balinkoff escaped from custody and has not been seen since."
"Escaped from custody?" Professor asked. "Why was he in custody?"
"For performing illegal scientific experiments and kidnapping."
"That sounds about right." the Skipper murmured.
"But you never saw this man while you were living with Ms. Grubb?" Oliver asked. Skipper shook his head.
"Mr. Vanderbrock, that doctor, if you can call him that, was out of his mind! He lured us to his home, on some island, claiming he just needed to get supplies for our voyage. But he held us there, switched us around so that we were in one another's bodies and in the end, we turned him and his assistant into a cat and dog. I wonder how he became normal again? Eva must've done something." Skipper theorized.
The Professor noted the skeptical look on Oliver's face and spoke up.
"I take it by the look on your face, that it would not be wise if any of us said that in open court?"
Oliver stood up now.
"Professor Hinkley, when I asked you that question about knowing this man, I did not expect that answer. No, it would not be wise to even mention him at all now. A jury will never believe anything like that. It could hurt more than help. And actually, that brings me to someone else. Mary Ann Summers."
Skipper and Professor exchanged a look, before focusing back on the lawyer.
"What about her?" Skipper asked.
"I doubt she would make a very good witness either." Oliver replied.
"May I ask why?" Professor asked dryly.
"Because there are people that don't believe that she doesn't 'remember' how she was rescued before all of you. And there are many that think that Ginger Grant's statements against her, after your rescue, do hold some water. I'm sorry. But she would hurt more than she would help as well."
The Skipper suddenly pursed his lips, staring at something behind Oliver Vanderbrock. The Professor's breath caught in his throat as well.
Thurston had just returned with Gilligan and Mary Ann. And they had heard the last statement. Mary Ann turned on her heel and marched out of the room! Gilligan shook his head at the three of them!
"I'll go after her!"
"No, Gilligan," the Professor said quietly, "let me. I have amends to make."
Somehow, Mary Ann found herself on the Howell grounds near a split rail fence. She watched some horses out in a pasture and began to relax. The sight reminded her of Kansas.
Clearly, Skipper's lawyer did not think she would be helpful in court. It stood to reason that there was no point in her staying here. She would return home. The more she thought about it, Mary Ann realized that it wasn't even so much that lawyer's words that had bothered her.
It was the sight of the Professor. Being around him in just those few moments was already hard. Mary Ann clearly wasn't up to any of this. She turned from the horses to go back to the house, and collided with the Professor's chest!
"Mary Ann, I'm sorry! I didn't mean..."
"It's fine. I was just headed back." Mary Ann said shortly attempting to move around him. But the Professor rested his hands on her shoulders to keep her still.
"Mary Ann, we have to talk. I know I allowed things to go unsaid between us. No more. I am headed back to the island to help with some government research. I have to tell you how I feel before I leave."
Mary Ann pulled out of his grip.
"You're going BACK to the island? Why? I know you said it was research, but surely someone else can go?"
The Professor sighed tiredly.
"It has to do with the alien. There is a faction of the government that is very aware of how you were returned to civilization."
Mary Ann stared at him for a long, long while.
Then she spoke.
"Then you were aware of it as well? And you didn't come to my defense when Ginger smeared me to the tabloids? None of you did, really...except for the Howells. I'm glad you realize that I did not just leave you all. Now I'm going home." Mary Ann said coolly. Once again, she tried to move around him, and once again, the Professor blocked her way!
"Do you really think that my behavior towards you had ANYTHING to do with your being returned home? I know you were with that alien look alike! One word from you about how he forced you or how he abducted you...or..."
"Or what, Professor? You gave me no reason to believe that what happened between us was anything more than a moment. That Gilligan look alike, alien or not, made me feel wanted and cared for. And his returning me home was an act of kindness. Not done the best way, obviously, but I'm sure he meant no harm!"
"You're defending him?!" Professor snapped. "His people abducted Gilligan! The REAL Gilligan! Did this alien confess that to you?"
"No. Gilligan did. The alien saved me from vicious head hunters."
"And made love to you." Professor said coolly. Mary Ann sighed.
"I don't want to fight with you. We've been at cross purposes, I guess. I didn't know you cared. At all. I have spent a year alone, wondering where my friends were. I can't just go back to..."
"We are not friends, Mary Ann. Not anymore. I don't know what we are because you won't let go of your anger towards me. I know I was wrong. I more than know it. I know I shouldn't have acted as if what happened between us meant nothing more than my easing my grief over Miss Smith. I am telling you I am sorry. I am telling you that I want to continue where we should have left off on the island. Before other things came between us."
Mary Ann said nothing to that. She turned back towards the horses and the Professor turned in the opposite direction and headed back towards the house. He had said what he needed to say. Whether Mary Ann would give him a chance at forgiveness and something else, was yet to be determined.
Mary Ann heard his retreating footsteps and shook her head. She couldn't think about anything with the Professor now. But everything felt ruined. And she could not shake the feeling that they would all be in better places, as the friends they used to be, if they hadn't started becoming involved with one another in the first place!
A hand suddenly trailed up and down her back. Annoyed, Mary Ann turned to confront the Professor. But instead found herself looking at Gilligan!
"Oh. It's you. Look, I can't go back inside. Skipper's lawyer doesn't want me to..."
Mary Ann realized Gilligan had changed clothes. They looked better on him. Mr. Howell probably gave him something proper to wear.
"Testify," Mary Ann continued, "and seeing the Professor was harder than I thought it would be. So I'm going back to Kansas."
Gilligan said nothing to any of that. And that was when Mary Ann slowly began to realize, that she wasn't looking at Gilligan!
"Oh my God," she whispered, "it's you!"
Alien Gilligan reached out to caress her face, but Mary Ann stepped backwards!
"Oh my God! Oh my God! What are you doing here? Where did you go? Do you know how crazy I looked suddenly showing up out of nowhere?"
"But you did get home? That was what you wanted?" Alien Gilligan asked calmly, undeterred by her distress.
"It's what we ALL wanted! Why didn't you take all of us?"
"Because I only cared about you." Alien Gilligan said firmly, leaning in for a kiss. But Mary Ann moved away again.
"I thought you were Gilligan! That is the only reason I allowed what happened between us, to happen!"
Alien Gilligan smiled patiently.
"You thought I was Gilligan? That idiot? You knew, deep down, that I was not. And what you felt was pleasure when we were together. I want you to come with me now. If you do, then I will tell you who murdered Skipper's wife."
Mary Ann gasped!
"You know who did it?"
"Mary Ann...we have been watching all of you. We especially watched all of you on that island. I wanted you from the moment I first laid eyes on you. And you sensed I was not Gilligan and I made you forget the Professor."
"I never 'sensed' you were not Gilligan!" Mary Ann huffed, shaking her head. " I just thought..."
"It does not matter," Alien Gilligan said, taking her hand, "my ship is in the woods on this property. Come with me."
Mary Ann tilted her head.
"If you wanted me so much, why did you leave? Why haven't I seen you in a year?"
"Did you want to see me?" he challenged.
Mary Ann pulled her hand from his.
"Tell me about the Skipper."
"Come with me and find out." Alien Gilligan repeated, before his eyes strayed from hers and looked at something behind her.
The Professor had returned. Alien Gilligan's eyes ran over his form carelessly. Mary Ann glanced over at him but said nothing.
"Clearly," the Professor said, "you are not Gilligan, since I just left him with the others. I heard some of what's been going on here. You have information that could help the Skipper. You also have information about how that virus began on the island."
"I do. The price for that information is Mary Ann. I was ordered to stay away from her because I was married. With a family. That is no more, for reasons I cannot get in to. Just know that they are no longer in existence. And when that happened, I came back for you. THAT is why I have been gone a year." he said, looking into Mary Ann's eyes meaningfully.
Mary Ann was suddenly overwhelmed! In just the short time she had been on the Howell estate, the Professor had revealed his true feelings for her and this alien...she didn't know what to feel with regards to him. He was an alien in disguise using a body that looked like Gilligan's. She could not say she felt nothing during her lovemaking with him, a year ago. But he was an alien. One that had tinkered with their lives and could possibly be responsible for a plague to mankind.
The Professor walked up to him, standing between Mary Ann and the alien.
"Leave now." he said simply.
Alien Gilligan looked around the Professor at Mary Ann.
"If you want answers..."
"If we want answers, then given them to us! But no more deals! Tell us what we need to know to help Skipper!" Professor snapped.
Alien Gilligan stared into the Professor's eyes with utter contempt, before just disappearing! Mary Ann gasped and looked around. The Professor clenched his jaw.
"What were you getting ready to do?" he asked in a low voice before turning back to her. Mary Ann ignored him, running around his form and into the nearby woods! The alien had said his ship was nearby! The Professor had ruined their chances of ever helping the Skipper now!
Suddenly, Mary Ann felt her arm being seized! She whirled around to face an angry looking Professor!
"Did you not hear me? What were you getting ready..."
"Anything I had to, Professor!" Mary Ann yelled. "Tell me that Skipper's lawyer can get him out of this? Tell me he knows who really killed Eva?"
"He is working on some theories!" Professor yelled back. "Did you know that Eva may have been involved with that mad scientist that we fell prey to that one time?"
Mary Ann was stunned by that reveal! She looked away from the Professor, then back into the woods. She then looked back at the Professor again. He released her arm.
"That's right. So there is no need to offer yourself to that...that...whatever he is! What would I have found if I had come back a moment later?"
"Probably this, Professor!" Mary Ann said and pulled his lips towards hers for a long, arduous kiss, that he immediately responded to.
Lovie and Ginger arrived and Ginger could not help but note that Oliver Vanderbrock looked at her with starstruck admiration.
Gilligan looked at her with disgust.
Skipper didn't look at her at all. Thurston made his way over to them.
"Lovie, darling, thank you for returning with Ginger. Ginger dear, how are you?"
"Playing opposite of spiders, darling." Lovie answered, shaking her head. She then walked over to Gilligan.
"How are you, Gilligan? Did you bring Mary Ann?"
"Yes but the Professor had to run off and find her. Mr. Vanderbrock upset her."
Lovie frowned at Oliver Vanderbrock, who tore his gaze from Ginger and explained.
"Mr. and Mrs. Howell, you are paying me good money to provide the Skipper with the best defense. Mary Ann Summer's very credibility as to how she really returned to civilization, has been questioned by many. I cannot have her testifying."
"She has nothing to say anyway, I'm sure." Ginger purred and sat down. Gilligan gave her a look of pure loathing.
"Your running your big mouth to the newspapers, is why!" he snapped. But Ginger didn't look fazed.
"Better that I say what I said, Gilligan, than the truth. Obviously that alien took her home. I was protecting Mary Ann by offering up an alternate theory. Was it nice? No. But everyone would've thought she was nuts if she told the truth." Ginger said. Oliver ignored that bit about the 'alien',
Now Skipper looked at her.
"Why are you here?" he asked coldly. Ginger stood up and faced him.
"Mrs. Howell convinced me of the error of my ways. I'll help all I can. Though, this isn't easy for me. I mean you married a woman that looked like me, just because you couldn't have me..."
"Alright," Thurston said, clearing his throat, "let me see if I can round up the Professor and Mary Ann and then we can get down to business. Oh and Mr. Vanderbrock, you will listen to whatever Mary Ann has to say."
Gilligan looked around at everyone in the room. If Ginger had just helped them in the first place, none of this would have happened. But he would put aside his doubts to help the Skipper.
Professor Roy Hinkley was a man of many things: intelligence, science and keen insight. But none of those things had prepared him for this moment. One so erotic and sensual, that his senses soared wildly,
He and Mary Ann had shed their clothing and he sat on a tree stump, as Mary Ann sprung tirelessly up and down on his rigid member. She held on with both hands, to a tree branch that hung from a nearby tree above, as she continued her tireless compressions.
The Professor hands cupped her young breasts from behind, hefting them one at a time like an erotic juggler. This was good. This was right. This was proof that there had been something between them on the island, probably long before the plague erupted.
Mary Ann did not know what was happening. She did not know where this burst of passion came from. Especially for a man that she had sworn never to allow in to her heart, or body, again. They had went from sitting on a tree stump, to her bracing herself against a tree, as the Professor's throbbing member squelched inside of her delivering short, quick, confident thrusts. Both of his hands were glued to the indention of her waist for support. Mary Ann's own breasts bounced with staccato efficiency.
By the time the Professor was lying on the ground, with Mary Ann swiveling on his cock, he had decided that he was going to do, was what he should have done when they were rescued.
He was going to ask Mary Ann to marry him.
That thought alone made him groan loudly, as Mary Ann continued her passion strained ministrations on his sex. The Professor's hands glided up her sides until they stopped right below her breasts. He soon matched her movements until their earthy anguish reverberated throughout the forest.
When it was over and they began to dress, Mary Ann looked embarrassed.
"This was wrong. Again. We will never get back to where we are if we keep doing this!"
"We're not going back to where we were, Mary Ann. Ever. Now we should get back." Professor said. Mary Ann nodded and didn't fight his unyielding arm that enclosed around her waist, as they walked back. She briefly glanced back behind her, to see if she could spot any signs of Alien Gilligan. Seeing nothing, she returned her gaze forward and relaxed against the Professor's fixed hold around her middle.
