AN: Again thank you for all your reviews they are appreciated and loved. A bit of a warning that there is some graphic detail in the beginning of this chapter, but it shouldn't be too bad. Try to enjoy this chapter, I know it won't be easy.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Sherwood Schwartz.


In the middle of the night a boat rowed ashore and the man that got out grinned evilly as he headed towards the cluster of huts. He approached silently and unsheathed his hunting knife as he entered the first hut, smiling at who he saw sleeping. He savored this moment watching his quarry snore in his hammock and wordlessly slit the Skipper's throat before moving to the sailor in the white cap.

"Finally, you're mine."

Gilligan mumbled something in his sleep and the man quickly slit his throat as he chuckled.

"Sweet dreams forever."

He moved to the next hut and found the women asleep, well, one of them was because the other half of his quarry was awake. He could sense her fear and he laughed. She jumped and sat up noticing he filled the entire hut with his dark presence.

"Ginger, wake up!"

The redhead didn't stir.

"Ginger, please, wake up!"

The man advanced on the actress.

"Ginger!"

He grinned wickedly at the brunette as he kissed the redhead's cheek and she caught the glint of the blade off the light of the moon.

"GINGER!"

Too late, he slit her throat as she slept peacefully and now he turned to Mary Ann who backed up until she fell off her bed. Her eyes darted around for escape, but she had backed herself into a corner and now he hovered over her.

"GILLIGAN!"

He let her scream his name in vain.

"He's dead."

"No, you're lying!"

He threw his bloodstained white cap at her and she cried, hugging it to her. He raised the bloody knife to her and she put her arms up to defend herself as she pleaded for someone to save her.


She awoke crying and screaming, rolling off her bed as she was trying to defend herself. She noticed a figure looming and she cowered as it came closer. She crawled under her bed not knowing what to do as she curled up into a fetal position and the figure crouched down reaching out to her, but she backed up into the wall barely out of reach as she sobbed. Another figure shuffled in and crouched down trying to reach her, but she remained out of reach. Gilligan glanced at Ginger in concern as the rest of the Castaways watched from outside since Mary Ann's screaming had woken them up.

"You weren't kidding, Ginger, this one was a bad one."

"I tried to wake her when she screamed my name, but she was panicking. All I could do was get you and wait for her to wake up, but she hasn't snapped out of it."

He reached out for her again, but she recoiled and whimpered.

"Is she reliving what happened with Kincaid?"

"Maybe."

"What'll we do?"

"Stand back, I have an idea."

Ginger got up and moved towards the door as Gilligan got on his knees. He got underneath the bed as Mary Ann screamed and he slowly pulled her out as she struggled to be free from his grip. He scooped her up as she beat her fists against him and he nodded to Ginger to open the door. He carried her to the shower and the Skipper understood what his little buddy was up to. He held her under the bucket and the Skipper pulled the cord making cold water dump on the pair. She yelped in surprise and clutched onto Gilligan as she sputtered water from her lips.

"Gilligan, what are we doing out here and why are we wet?"

"I'll tell you after we change into dry clothes."

He carried her out of the shower and she noticed the others waiting in anticipation. She gazed up at him and realized what had happened as she buried her face into his chest. He carried her back into her hut and set her down in the chair behind the privacy screen before exiting to his hut to change. Ginger went in and helped her friend change into another shirt the Professor had given the girls to sleep in. Gilligan returned and the others went back to bed knowing Mary Ann would be okay now. Ginger had helped Mary Ann to the bed by letting her use her as a crutch and Gilligan entered.

"Do you want some privacy?"

"No, you can stay, Ginger."

"Okay, but if he gets frisky I'm throwing him out."

They laughed and Ginger rolled over facing the wall. He sat down on her bed and hugged her close to him.

"What happened, Gilligan?"

"You had a pretty bad nightmare waking everyone up that you didn't even recognize Ginger or me."

"I didn't?"

"Nope, even though you were awake."

"I probably thought I was still dreaming."

"You were hiding under your bed and wouldn't let anyone get near you. I had to pull you out of there with you beating me up."

"I'm sorry, Gilligan."

She hugged him to make up for hitting him.

"It's okay, just remind me never to anger you because you throw some pretty good punches for a girl."

Ginger suppressed her giggles as she eavesdropped on the pair and Mary Ann giggled.

"I am truly sorry for scaring all of you."

"We understand."

"I just wish I could turn it off."

"I know what you mean."

She stared at him expectantly.

"I'm having nightmares of Kincaid, too."

"You are?"

"I dream that he finds us and..."

He can't bring himself to say it and she understands as she hugs him.

"I've been dreaming he comes back and he finishes the hunt. He does it while we're sleeping and helpless."

"He'll never come back."

"How do you know? He was determined to kill us even when time was up."

"I don't know, but I have a feeling he wouldn't dare come back because of embarrassment since he couldn't shoot us. Remember, he said he never missed, he always won."

"He could've cheated."

"I don't think so, but it doesn't matter he's gone and never coming back."

He squeezed her tight to reassure her.

"Will you stay with me again?"

"Of course."

"And try not to roll us off the bed like what you did this morning."

He chuckled as she laid down and scooted over making room for him. He laid down beside her, wrapping his arms around her protectively and she snuggled into him resting her head near his heart. She smiled, drifting off into sleep feeling his lips kiss her forehead and his fingers running through her hair.

"I love you, Gilligan."

It had been barely audible, but he heard it.

"I love you, too."

He whispered it in her ear and she grinned as did Ginger who was still awake.