Longing - The Sequel

by DiamondsandPearls51

A/N: Hello there! When last we saw our darling and adorable Gilligan, his heart had been broken, and he was crying bitter tears over the woman he loved. Since I absolutely love the character of Gilligan, I could not leave him in such a terrible state of agony. We must remember, however, that the characters we care about, have their trials and disappointments to face, just like we do. That's why we can relate to them so easily when they hurt. I know I wrote 'The End' at the bottom of the page in the first story. But baby, it ain't over 'til it's over! I do not own Gilligan's Island. I only own the characters I made up for this multiple chapter sequel.Enjoy! : )

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The End

The End! Of course it was The End!

The End...The End...at least it may as well have been...The End.

It was The End of his smiles, The End of his laughter, The End of butterflies and rainbows and coconut cream pies...

It was The End of daydreaming about being her husband and bringing her tea and rubbing her feet while she sipped it...

It was The End of fantasizing about snuggling up next to her in bed and inhaling the sweetness of her perfumed hair.

It was The End of hoping that she would one day soon write him a letter where she would break down and confess her great love for him, which she had been keeping a secret from him all these years.

It was The End of believing in true love.

It was The End of ever having a chance at forever with this doe eyed farm girl!

It was The End of everything he cared so dearly for.

How he longed to be back on the island! He never thought he would miss being stranded on it. He could have been hiding out in a cave right now or fishing down at the lagoon to try to block out all thoughts of her from of his mind.

He could have been frolicking with Gladys, his favorite primate. How he missed her so! She always helped him take his mind off of anything unpleasant with her silly playfulness.

Everything was in shambles now! Why go on? Nothing else mattered, now that he had lost Mary Ann. It was official. She was in love. She wanted to shout it from the rooftops! Where was there a pistol when he needed one? Ugh! He had to pull himself together quickly and try not to allow his thinking to travel into that dark place...that dark, permanent place.

He didn't need that.

What he needed was that cry...it was good for him. Thank you, Mary Ann, he thought, with a mock smile on his face. All that pent up stress, fear, doubt, anger at himself for failing to confess his love for her back then on the island, and the frustration of not being able to hold her for all of these months...were all washed away in his torrent of tears. It was like an inner cleansing for him...a purge, so to speak.

Finally, that annoying lump was gone from his throat! "Thank you Mary Ann," he said it aloud this time. His voice was barely above a whisper. "I've been trying to swallow that stupid thing for the longest, and your note helped me to get rid of it."

He had just awaken from a deep sleep. His continuous weeping had calmed him into a peaceful slumber. He knew his eyes were almost swollen shut. God...I must be a sight! The emotionally exhausted sailor ran his hands through his soft, sweat matted hair. The heat coming from his radiator was high. He felt like he was suffocating.

"How long have I been asleep?" When Gilligan came in earlier, the sun's rays were pushing hard against those gray stubborn clouds. Now, from where he sat, he could only see the darkness of the world outside his apartment. It was dusk. He had been out cold for hours.

All was still.

Occasionally, he heard the sound of the evening spring breeze blowing. Ugh! The mere thought of rising from the couch to stroll over to the window and open it for some fresh air, gave him a dull headache.

He didn't care if his head exploded, or if he cooked in that heated space, or if the sofa he lazily lounged upon became a part of his body! He didn't care...he didn't care...he didn't care! After all, it was The End!

She belonged to another, and nothing else mattered to him now!

Suddenly, a single tear rolled down his pink cheek as his blood shot eyes fell on that wretched, ticking clock. Tick...toc...tick...toc...tick...toc...

1: 20 a.m.

All he could do was just sit silently in the darkness of that room and stare into nothingness.

So,...this is what death must feel like, he mused.

He was numb all over. At length, he stretched his stiffening arms out and yawned. Then he heard a crumpling sound when he shifted his body. The sailor then realized he had fallen asleep on top of all his mail. The envelopes became crushed, and wrinkled under his weight. Even the one that had been written with her "poisoned" pen did not escape becoming marred.

Just then, an impish grin came across his tired face when he noticed the wedding invitation was not spared either, as he snoozed upon it. He almost let out a painful laugh. His chest ached.

Gilligan still couldn't bring himself to finish reading her note, or the invitation.

He then had a sudden urge to spring to his feet, stomp into his kitchen with the disgusting correspondence which caused his heart to shatter, turn on the stove, and set the pieces of paper on fire!

But he remained where he was.

How on earth was he going to cope and function in everyday life after receiving this awful and heartbreaking news? How on earth was he going to concentrate on his well paying job as a tractor-trailer driver?

It was important for him to keep his mind on his work while on the roads driving those huge eighteen wheelers. But, he knew he could still manage. All he wanted to do just then was cease to breathe.

BOB.

Really, Mary Ann? Bob is all you could come up with?

BOB...who the heck was this BOB? Where did he come from? She never mentioned anything to him about a BOB in all the months they were keeping in touch! If he didn't trust her well enough, he'd say she made this man up just like she made up a...what was that character's name she invented while they were marooned?

She wanted everyone to think she had a boyfriend waiting for her at home. Wow, that did not sit too well with him either! He felt he had to compete with someone he never met. Thank goodness the guy was only a figment of her imagination! What a relief that was for the heart sick sailor.

What was that imaginary clown's name again?...

He wracked his throbbing head trying to remember. "Was it, Herbert or Shubert or Perv... Horsefeathers...Hillbillie...Hippopotamus...Aw shucks, I can't remember!"

It wasn't important anyway.

Poor Gilligan was irate now. He truly hoped this doctor guy was a real person so that he could size him up.

If he were to go challenge this guy, he would be going up against a doctor...a doctor!

Ugh! Let me relax! He's probably not even a real doctor. He's probably fooling her just to win her heart. Perhaps he's nothing but a big fake! By the way, what did they call fake doctors, again?

Was it..."quacks?"

Gilligan chuckled. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Quack!" He tried to stifle a laugh from escaping his lips by placing a hand over his mouth.

A fire was suddenly beginning to ignite within him. He felt like he was slowly coming back to life. He now found himself determined to get to the bottom of this charade, or whatever it was!

"Please let this guy be made up too like her last boyfriend!" The sailor prayed hard.

He then remembered his letter that he mailed to her earlier. She too would be in for a shock!

But he felt free because he poured out his entire soul to her. Now, all he had to do was wait for her response. He was curious, to say the least, to find out how she was going to react to what he had written. Who knew? He probably still had a chance at love.

Suddenly,... it didn't seem like The End after all.