Okay, I taken a long time, but I kind of quit writing for about half a year and now I'm back in it, and I knew I had to end this (finally.) It's been too long, and for that I apologize, but sometimes strange things happen and you have no strength or will to do what you love but you always hope it'll return. Anyway, here is the end of my GI series: After the Credits.

First, though, my thanks. To Tabitha12 for betaing every chapter and giving me some sound advice. Next to Callensensei, not just for all the beautiful reviews, but for challenging me to do this project. Last, to everyone who read and reviewed, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

"It was a joke, Skipper!" Gilligan cried as he ran around the small hut and then disappeared out the door.

"I'll joke you, Gilligan!" Skipper yelled and took chase. As usual, though, Gilligan was faster. Skipper gave up a few minutes later and watched the young man tear through the jungle.

Gilligan ran for another five minutes, and then collapsed against a very tall banana tree to catch his breath. The run made him hungry, so he scampered up the tree for some of the fruit. He ate a few, dropping the skins below, but his fifth one hit a person rather than the ground.

"I seen falling bananas before, but usually they had the fruit attached," she said as she took it off her head. Gilligan chuckled and she looked up to him. "Should have guessed it was you," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Sorry, Mary Ann," he answered, and climbed down. He took the peel from her and threw it in the bushes.

"It's okay - so what are you doing out here?" she asked, and Gilligan looked sheepish. She smirked at him and folded her arms. "When will you learn Gilligan?" she scolded. Gilligan shrugged in response.

"Hey, I thought royalty wasn't supposed to live with 'commoners'," he said, and laughed at her confused look. He quickly explained and she rolled her eyes again.

"I think the rule only applies to real royalty, not young men who play dress up," she said, and Gilligan laughed. "Well, it was worth a shot," he said sheepishly.

Mary Ann giggled at her naive, funny, sweet and very handsome best friend.

"Well since you are in hot water again, want to hang out with me?" she asked, and he nodded.

"Sure, are we doing chores?" he asked, and she shook her head. "I've got everything done, I was just taking a walk." she answered.

"I guess I'll walk too," Gilligan said, and they began to walk. He took in a deep breath, admiring the clean sweet air. The island was nice when it wasn't in a storm or trespassed by unwanted and often cruel visitors.

"You know it's funny, I do want to get off this island, but…" he started, and trailed off.

"I know, I feel the same way," she answered to his surprise. When he gave her a shocked look she shrugged.

"I do want to go home, I do Gilligan, but this place is just so calm and pretty when it's not so crazy," she confirmed.

"I think we've had more crazy then calm."

Both turned at the new voice, who blushed. "Sorry, didn't mean to kill the mood," Ginger apologized.

They both stopped; realized they were holding hands for some reason, and let go.

"What mood, Ginger? Can't two friends just take a walk?" Mary Ann asked, in an accusing tone, and Ginger held up her hands.

"Hey, I'm not pointing fingers!" she defended herself, and Gilligan raised a brow.

"I'm confused - I thought we were just taking a walk, now were in a mood?" he asked.

Ginger chuckled and patted his cheek. "Forget it, Gilligan, I shouldn't have interrupted, I'll leave."

Gilligan grabbed her arm. "Why, Ginger? There is enough room for us all to go walking!"

Ginger nodded. "Okay, well then, I'll come, I guess," she agreed, and Gilligan nodded.

The three walked for a bit in silence and then Gilligan started to whistle. By the time the three got back to camp they were singing a silly song they made up.

"Well if it isn't the royalty? I though you weren't hanging with commoners anymore?" Skipper quipped as he saw the three come over.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but a famous movie star is no commoner," Ginger said, and walked away in a huff.

"I didn't mean that Ginger! Gilligan!…" Skipper called; he hated it when the beautiful redhead was angry with him. "Oh! See what you caused!" Skipper yelled at Gilligan and stormed away as Ginger ignored him.

Mary Ann shrugged at him. "Well, I think you were sweet to walk with me – thanks," she said, and walked off.

By dinnertime, the Skipper had managed to get Ginger to forgive him and everyone was chatting gaily.

Gilligan stood and tapped his glass. "Look, I'm sorry our rescue failed again, but I do want to say I am glad we're all still friends, and hope till we get off this island we will always be friends," he announced.

Everyone agreed to that, clanked glasses and continued to chatter happily. It was just the way they handled their disappointment. They may not be off the island but least they were together and safe.

XXX

That night, Gilligan was restless and he slid out into the cool air to write and clear him mind.

Dear Diary,

Almust got of the ilind. Cours we did nut. I wus ruyultee tho. A wite goddis und I tryd to keek skipper out. He dud nut lik my ida. But lest I steel got my frends. I hop we get rescued, diary, but tell we dooo I hop we nevr stup beng frends.

Gilligan

XXX

That's it - the chronicles are over. Wow, it took a longer than I thought it would, but then real life took over, but they are done now, and I couldn't be prouder the way it all turned out. I really hope everyone enjoyed each and every tag written from my heart. I hope I kept your favorite castaways the way they were on screen. Above all I hope that you keep coming back whenever you want to see what I think what should have happened the end of your favorite episode.

Thank-you, and God bless you all - and everyone who was a part of GI.