This is my first Ginger/Professor story and only my second Gilligan's Island story. Not sure I like the ending, but I'm currently watching G.I. and wanted to finished this story up real quick. Hope you like it. Enjoy!
Professor yanked on the fishing wire, arching a single eyebrow when Mary Ann came stumbling out of the bushes, her cheeks flushing as tried for an embarrassed smile. "Alright, where's Ginger?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked about at everyone gathered around him.
Mary Ann frowned, looking around. "I don't know. When I left I thought she was still sleeping."
Professor frowned. "You mean she wasn't the one who helped you hook the case?" he asked in confusion. When she quickly shook her head, he looked even more confused. "But then, if Ginger didn't help you, who did?"
"I did," came a voice from the bushes. Out walked Gilligan to stand by Mary Ann, looking uncertain as to what he should do. When Mary Ann reached out to gently squeeze his hand, but not let go. He glanced at her and both smiled a little, still a little uncertain about their new relationship.
Professor looked around confused. "Then what was Ginger doing here if not trying to distract me so someone else could get the briefcase?" he asked, looking around at everyone else. "Come on, speak up. Who was she helping?"
Everyone shook their head, which caused him to be even more confused.
"Then why was she here?" he asked himself. When he couldn't come up with an answer, he shook his head and picked up the briefcase, turning toward the jungle.
"Say, where are you going, Professor?" Mr. Howell called out after the retreating professor.
"To find Ginger!" he called back over his shoulder.
After the professor had hidden the briefcase someplace where no one would be able to find it, he started off towards Ginger's shared hut with Mar Ann to talk to the red head and see what he could get her to tell him.
"Oh, Professor!" Mrs. Howell cried out in fear, rushing out of the hut when she spotted him. She looked ready to cry as she frantically waved her handkerchief in the air. "I came over to see if Ginger was here, because Gilligan asked Mary Ann to go on a walk with him, and when I got back she wasn't here! Her bed was made up with pillows so that it looked like she was sleeping!"
"I'll find her," he told Mrs. Howell before sending her off and turning his back to her disappearing figure.
Professor turned to look out over the jungle, scanning the area around them with worry. If anything happened to Ginger because of what he'd said to her, he'd never be able to forgive himself. He just had to find her before it was too late. She could be anywhere!
He rushed through the jungle, half way to a panic. He wasn't sure why, not being very adept with emotions, but he was afraid of never seeing Ginger again, of having chased her away.
"Ginger!" he called out in worry.
It wasn't much longer that he heard a sniffling, quietly but there none the less. Making as little noise as possible, he slipped through the trees and bushes, listening as carefully as he could and following the soft sound.
There, in the middle of a small opening, Ginger sat on a fallen log. Face in her hands, she cried softly to herself, as if to keep everyone else from seeing and coming across her.
"Ginger, are you okay?" he asked, moving into the clearing to kneel next to her.
Ginger glanced at the professor before, with an angered glare, she spun away from him and to her feet, putting some distance between them. "Just go away, Professor! I never want to speak to you again!" she cried out, both hurt and angry.
"What did I do?" he asked in confusion.
"What did you do?" she spun on her heel, sending him her most deadly glare yet. "What do you mean, 'what did I do?' How can you not know what you did?" she sneered irritably. "I finally show up at your hut, in the middle of the night as a matter of fact, to tell you how I've felt over at these months, these years, and you accuse me of being there to steal that stupid briefcase from you! What would I want with that crummy old thing? All it probably has in it is boring papers, nothing at all interesting!"
Professor moved a little closer, understanding dawning on him. "Are you saying you weren't there for the briefcase, but to see me instead?" he asked slowly.
"Yes!" she snapped. Staring at him, tears formed in her eyes just before she turned away from him. "Please, just leave me alone. I want to be left by myself for a while."
Professor moved forward, reaching out to lay a hand on her shoulder. When Ginger pulled away from him, he reached out again to twist her around to face him before pulling her closer to him. After he had her against his chest, she struggled for a little while before finally giving in and crying into his shirt.
After several minutes, Ginger calmed down enough to shove the professor away. While she'd always been able to accept his comfort but she couldn't accept his offer of a strong shoulder now. He'd hurt her, pushed her away, denied her and accused her of using him. She just couldn't let him get to her.
"Oh, leave me alone," she groaned sadly, turning her back on him once more.
"Ginger, I'm sorry. If I'd known why you'd been there, I never would have sent you away," he pleaded, moving after her once more. "Everyone else was trying to steal the case; I just naturally assumed that you were after it too. It was the only logical assumption."
"Logical! All you ever talk about it 'logical' and just you tell me how logical emotions are," she snapped.
Professor stared at her for a moment, thinking it over. "I guess you're right, Ginger. Emotions aren't logical."
Ginger glanced at him. "No, they're not. Now, will you please go away?" she asked.
"No," he replied, stepping forward and reaching out to take her by the arm. He pulled her closer, staring into her eyes. "I'm not leaving because we're going to talk about this. I'm sorry for what I did, but I just didn't realize exactly why you were there. You're an actress, Ginger. How was I supposed to know that you weren't just acting so someone else could take the case?" he asked.
Ginger stared at him. "Couldn't you have just trusted me?" she asked in return.
He frowned, sending her a dubious look. "Now, Ginger, you've tried to use those womanly wiles of yours on me many times before, how was I supposed to trust you? With as many times as you've attempted to trick me, to get something out of me, I wouldn't have known if you were faking it or not."
She thought about it for a moment. "I guess you're right. I am such a great actress that you may not have known that I was being serious. But that still didn't give you the right to be so mean and send me away because you thought I was there for the wrong reasons."
"I am sorry, Ginger," he said quietly, slipping his arms around her, holding her gently. He leaned in to kiss her cheek. "I'm sorry," he whispered before kissing her other cheek. Slowly, he peppered her face with kisses, saving the best for last. "I'm sorry and I love you, Ginger."
Ginger sighed when the professor pressed his lips to hers. She'd just started to give in to his kiss when it dawned on her what, exactly, he'd told her. "Professor!" she cried, pulling back from him enough to stare into his eyes. "Did you say what I think you said?" she asked breathlessly.
"I said I love you," he replied, a slow smile curling his lips.
"Oh! I love you too!" she cried happily, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his, kissing him passionately. Pulling back she smiled, happier than she could ever remember. "So very, very much."
He smiled in return. "As do I," he said, just before he started to laugh. "And this all started because of a misunderstanding about that briefcase."
She laughed as well. "Yeah, that silly old briefcase." With that said she decided to ignore any more words and just kiss him again.