Gilligan was in trouble. He swallowed as the three headhunters tied him down to a fallen tree log. The bigger one grinned wickedly as he put his hand over the sailor's mouth to keep him from calling for help. Another ripped apart his pant leg and ran his hand over the flesh.

"Meat good. Boy lean. Strong legs."

Fear gripped him and he screamed as a piece of his flesh was carved off. Tears fell from his eyes as the third heartless headhunter raised a gleaming machete as the first one tilted Gilligan's head back to expose his neck.

He shut his eyes as the blade came down...but instead of darkness he heard a clang! He opened his eyes and stared as another machete was being held as if it were a sword.

The wielder? A very very very very pissed off Professor Roy Hinkley!

Gilligan stared in awe as Roy fought off the headhunters and he got a picture in his head of the man as a knight as he battled all three at once.

When Roy wounded the biggest one he turned to the other two. "Leave with your chief or I will kill you all!"

Whether it was the look in his eyes the tone of his voice Gilligan didn't know but to his relief they listened and ran to their boats taking their wounded with them!

The scholar then whirled around and chopped the vines before helping Gilligan sit up.

The sailor wrapped his arms around him shaking with fright at what had nearly happened. He felt hose familiar strong arms return the embrace and stroke his back soothingly.

"Are you alright Will?" Roy asked and Gilligan heard the tremble in his voice.

"Y-yeah….my leg…"

Roy looked down and swallowed when he saw the exposed muscle. He stood up and looped the sailor's arm around his shoulders before helping him back to camp. Once there the others helped to get him settled in Roy's hut.

Skipper ordered the others out as he helped the Professor clean and bandage the wound. Both of them hated to see the painful grimace that they knew was hiding a lot more pain.

The hand marks nearly cracking Roy's bed proved that.

Once done Skipper stood up. "I'll go make you a crutch so you can walk around Little Buddy."

"Not for a few days he's not!" Roy said sternly making both sailors grin knowingly before Skipper left.

Roy knelt down beside him and ran a gentle hand through the first mate's hair. Gilligan smiled softly at him. "My hero…"

Roy smiled back as he leaned down and kissed him. "I'm glad you're ok."

"Me too Roy….that was amazing! You were so brave!"

"Only for you My Love," Roy said chuckling. "Rest now. I'm going to collect some ingredients for some medicine."

He nodded as his eyes slid closed in rest.

All throughout his recovery Roy stayed by his side and cared for him. Gilligan was quick to recover under his lover's tender care.

When Gilligan felt better he picked a bouquet of colorful flowers and put them on top of the cot with a small note.

When Roy found the gift he smiled with a small blush!

"To my Hero and True Love,

These flowers don't compare to your beauty.

Will"

He was never going to let this one get away!