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Everyone sat in Gilligan and Skipper's huts, wrapped up in towels and blankets from the rain. It was still lightning and thundering outside. Gilligan and Mary Ann sat huddled in a corner, trying to warm each other up. Professor and Ginger were in another corner, as were the Howells. Poor Skipper was all by his lonesome, as he sat, shivering.

"Sk-Skipper, y-you c-c-can c-come o-over here if you w-want," Gilligan offered.

Skipper didn't hesitate as he walked over and sat next to the Gilligan and Mary Ann. It was nice and peaceful in the hut, as they all sat quietly, trying to get warm. Everybody was still worried about Gilligan. He didn't say much after he got down from the hut with Mary Ann. Offering Skipper a seat beside them was the first thing Gilligan said in forty-five minutes.

"Are you all right, little buddy?"

Gilligan nodded yes, but continued to shiver. Whether it was from the cold or from something else, nobody knew for sure. Mary Ann had her arm wrapped around him, and he felt very tense. She ran her hand soothingly up and down Gilligan's back, trying to get him to relax. It seemed to work a little bit.

"Gilligan, it's going to be okay. Kinkaid's gone."

Again, Gilligan just nodded. Skipper sighed impatiently, but decided not to say anything else. Not until Gilligan was ready to talk.

After ten more minutes of silence, Gilligan started to sniffle, and then surprised everybody by breaking out into hysterical sobs.

"Oh, Gilligan, dear," Mary Ann said, as she pulled him closer to her and rest his head against her chest, rocking him.

The others all gathered around him, trying to make him feel better. Mr. Howell reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his teddy bear, handing it to Gilligan.

"Let Teddy sleep with you tonight, dear boy. He's very good at keeping the nightmares away."

Gilligan wiped at his eyes, and said, "Thanks, Mr. Howell."

"Don't mention it, my boy. You're worth it."

Wow! What a compliment. Especially from Mr. Howell. Gilligan's eyes widened in shock.

"I mean it, son. I know I haven't exactly been the nicest person to you. I've taken advantage of you, done all kinds of things that I regret every single day. Me and Lovey were never able to have children of our own, and it broke our hearts. I actually think being stuck on this island has been a blessing in a way. You're like the son we've always wanted. That will never change. I can promise you that."

It was Ginger's turn to speak now.

"Gilligan, you're like my little brother. I love you. All those times I've scared you, I really am sorry. You're the only guy I know who has ever been scared of me. I know you're not anymore, though. Honey, we know you've been through a lot these past few days, but we're here for you. Okay?"

Gilligan nodded yes. Tears continued to pour down his cheeks, but they were happy tears now.

Soon, the others were all saying how much he meant to them, and how much they loved him.

"Little buddy, we've all made a deal. We're not going to be so rough on you anymore. You'll still do your chores like the rest of us, but I won't be so mean to you whenever you goof up. Everybody goofs up, and it's wrong the way we've blamed you over everything that's happened even when it wasn't your fault. The fact that we caused you to want to harm yourself, tears us all up inside. You're our best friend, and we promise to always be there for you, and to not be so hard on you."

Everyone else nodded in agreement. They all meant every word they said. From now on, Gilligan was going to get treated with respect.

"I love you guys, too, and your words sure do mean a lot to me. I'm sorry for what I've done to myself. It wasn't just because of you guys, though. It's just- I miss my parents. My brother, Mark. My friend, Skinny Mulligan. I miss going to the movies, and eating ice cream, and- I just miss it all."

"We miss home, too, Gilligan," the Professor said, patting Gilligan's shoulder.

"But for now, this is our home," said Mary Ann, giving Gilligan a kiss on the cheek. "We'll get home some day, you'll see. At least we have each other."

"That's right, little buddy, and we're going to stick together no matter what."

Gilligan smiled and nodded, feeling much better.

"Thanks, you guys."

They all hugged Gilligan, and they all decided that tomorrow they would throw a party to celebrate Gilligan being alive, and just for being there with them. The party was going to be just for him.

Professor decided to turn on the radio to listen to some music, when the newsman said something that shocked all of the Castaways. It was about Jonathan Kinkaid. Apparently, he had been shot and killed while on a hunting trip. Someone had mistaken him for a deer, and shot him, killing him on the spot.

Everyone, except Gilligan, cheered happily. Mrs. Howell was the first to notice the sad look on Gilligan's face.

"What's the matter, dear boy?"

"It's just- I feel bad that he's dead. I mean, I'm glad that he's never coming back, but I don't want him dead! I-I know he was trying to kill me, but-"

The others understood Gilligan perfectly. To be honest, they weren't happy to hear that he had been killed, but they were happy to know that he would no longer be a threat to them or to anybody else.

The party the next day made Gilligan feel a whole lot better. Mary Ann had baked him a cake, and they all danced, drank wine, and ate lobster that Skipper and Professor caught at the lagoon. Gilligan's arms were healing up nicely, and he had made a promise to never do anything foolish like trying to hurt himself ever again.

After a couple of more days, Gilligan was over his ordeal with Kinkaid, and was happier than he'd been in years, thanks to his friends, and the love of his life, Mary Ann.

"Remember, little buddy, when the going gets tough, you'll always have six shoulders to cry on."

THE END