Okay so I decided to take back what I said about stand alone, I'm making this into a long story and will talk about the seven castaways dealings in their 'real' world. So this is my first non one-shot story then yay.

Redid the note for chapter 1 just to be safe.

Anyway from what I saw in movie I don't think any of them was truly happy being back. It's funny but it's true, you never appreciate something till its gone forever.

Hope you enjoy this chapter. Will finish chronicles soon but I am taking small break its only ten left and I don't want it to end just yet but I promise it will be done by 2011.

Oh one more thing I'm using Tina Louise's Ginger not the idiot from the movie. I hate Ginger from movie. This one will be Gilligan's tale from his days home. I used the names from my chronicles for his siblings. They are Mark and Mary. Oh and I can't remember but I think I made Mary oldest.

In pilot of chronicles, I made Mark and Willy a year apart so keeping that.

Gilligan and Mary Ann kept their arms around each other as they walked back through their home once again.

They both knew every step, every bush they moved past. It all felt so cozy again. The two were happy and yet it felt wrong least to the other five who scowled when they saw them.

"Oh look, Mary Poppins found tweedle deum" Ginger said.

"Deum?" Mary Ann quipped and Gilligan shrugged. "Yeah Tweedle dee and dum the two idiots from the book Alice in wonderland, only Gilligan is both of them" she declared.

"He is not Ginger!" Mary Ann said fiercely. Ginger folded her arms.

"Then why are we back Mary Ann?" she asked and cut in before Mary Ann could answer.

"Lets see same reason as fifteen years ago, Gilligan somehow messed up a little cruise" she said.

Gilligan looked sheepish. "I…I didn't mean to Ging…" he began and Mary Ann cut him off.

"Don't apologize Gilligan…to her or the other four, I for one am thrilled to be back here" she said.

"You liar! You aren't happy Mary Ann, come on didn't you love being home?" Ginger asked and Mary Ann shrugged.

"Yes and no…sure seeing my family was nice but then having to almost marry someone I didn't love wasn't…face it we don't belong their anymore" she said.

"That's not true…sure we all had problems but being on here doesn't solve anything" Professor said and the others agreed with him.

"We didn't come here to convince you of that Professor, Gilligan and I though are happy to be home and if you all are going to be mean to us about it we'll go find a new place to live" Mary Ann said.

Gilligan nodded. "Yeah, what she said" he agreed. The two had never let go of each other the five noticed now.

"Wait…are you two a couple now?" Skipper asked and the two nodded.

"We're going to try it after all we're both not that young anymore and we figured we love each other and so…" Mary Ann said and Gilligan once again agreed with her.

"So you made it work, that's so sweet" Mrs. Howell gushed. She got up and ran to them.

"It only took fifteen but you have to admit I was right about you two" she bragged and the two laughed and nodded.

They broke apart long enough to hug and kiss the woman. "You did try Mrs. Howell we were just too young to listen but now we see what you meant" Gilligan offered as the two linked again.

"Anyway not to avoid subject, we'll be off to find our home now" Mary Ann said remembering her words.

"Now hold it you two, I can't let you just go and do something that reckless and dangerous" Skipper said.

"But…Skipper…we just don't want to be a problem" Gilligan whined and Jonas Grumby shook his head.

"Gilligan, after fifteen years of living with you, did you really think I'd not forgive you?" he asked and Gilligan smiled.

He let go of Mary Ann again and went to Jonas holding out his hand. Jonas took it firmly and shook it.

"Okay enough of the blame game, point is folks were back to stage one but this time we know the land and how to build huts" he said taking charge.

Gilligan saluted. "Yes sir Skipper, I'll do what it takes to get us all shelter" he said enthusiastically.

Skipper nodded.

"Wait a second, before we go running off and making huts, am I bunking with him now?" Ginger called out. She realized quickly staying angry was no longer an option so she decided to be useful.

Skipper looked at the two as well now. He hadn't thought of it.

"No…we're taking it slow Ginger but we'll be together more often if that's okay" Gilligan said.

"Yeah, but we do hope someday to have a child if that's all right" Mary Ann added.

"A little Gilligan who will probably like to cook" Mr. Howell mused and everyone winced but then laughed.

"Sounds like a plan, my little buddy a father someday" Skipper said with a big grin.

"But say little buddy do I get to be the boy or girls grandfather?" he asked and Gilligan nodded.

"All of you would be the child's family and he or she would have wonderful aunts, uncles and grandparents" he said and they all smiled.

"All right folks we better get busy now if we want dinner at all tonight" Professor said looking at the sky.

"The way I see it, if we start now we may finish by late tonight and we should have a campfire and discuss our days out in the real world" he added and everyone agreed.

"Sounds great professor wait till you see my 3 nieces and my nephew" Gilligan agreed pulling out his wallet. In the wallet were small photos.

"Later Gilligan right now we need shelter" Skipper said and Gilligan saluted.

It had been around early afternoon when they started and so was pretty late when everything was set up. Everyone was exhausted from the six to seven hour work they put in but least their homes were up.

"It's a good thing we over packed again" Ginger said when they all were together by the fire.

"Yeah, guess you all know me to well…look I'm really sorry for…" Gilligan said and Mary Ann hushed him.

"Forget it sweetheart, we're alive and together, the family we were fifteen years ago, somehow that's all that matters" she said.

Gilligan nodded. "It was neat at first being home…after we all separated, Skipper gave me a week off and I went in search of m family" he said.

Everyone turned to him, intrigued to hear his tale.

"I mean…sorry didn't mean to jump in first" he said but no one scolded him.

"Go on my boy, how was your family" Mr. Howell urged.

Gilligan nodded. "Everyone is great Mr. Howell, I found my parents home after looking it up in a phone book…mom kind of fainted when she saw me so I carried her in, Mark was there looking for something and he grabbed a gun and almost killed me but I got him to put it away" he went on.

Gilligan closed his eyes as he spoke and the image swam through his mind.

"I hope this is the place" Willy Gilligan said as the taxi parked in front of a house.

The mate was nervous as he was all alone now for a week as the Skipper told him to go home and see his family as he would find his friends and family too for a week.

"This is the directions you gave me kid" the man said and Gilligan nodded and paid him.

Mr. Howell had given everyone a few hundreds to help out for the time being and Gilligan was glad as he had barely enough to pay without it.

He fixed his hat and shirt as he got out and walked to the door. Gilligan took a deep breath to calm his nerves. It was funny, he could survive anything on the island but was now terrified to see his family.

He pushed the doorbell and waited. He hoped they were home.

Thankfully the door opened and a woman in her late fifties stood there.

"He…" she started to greet him but stopped as she took in the site. "Oh my goodness…those clothes…why would you dress like that you animal…to mock my son's death?" she asked enraged.

She stepped out and hit her son with every word. Gilligan started to take it but then grabbed her arms.

"Mom! It's not a joke I swear, It's really me, your youngest son Willy" he cried.

Shelly Gilligan did stop hitting him. He nodded and she fainted. Gilligan grabbed her halfway and then scooped the woman up in his arms.

"Oh mommy" he swooned. He kicked the door open and then closed with the same foot never stopping till he had his mother on the couch.

He gently patted her cheeks unaware a man was behind him. A young man -only a year older than Willy- had heard the commotion.

He silently crept into the room behind him and took out his fathers revolver from a hidden safe on the wall.

"All right you, step away from my mother and I might spare your life" he said menacingly when he had the weapon.

Gilligan stood, put his hands up and turned around. He studied the man and quickly recognized his older brother. Now he just had to convince Mark not to shoot him!

"Okay Mark, I know we didn't get along a lot, but don't you think killing your brother is a bit harsh?" he asked.

Mark's eyes bulged as he took in the clothes, face and voice. 'No, it can't be' he thought. He decided to test it.

"W….Willy?" Mark sputtered the name like it belonged to a ghost.

"Yes bro it's me…sorry I kinda got lost on a deserted island for fifteen years" he said.

"An island?" he asked more like repeating the words in a daze.

"Yes Mark…remember when I left home fifteen years ago? We caught an unannounced storm and landed on an island and lets just say we never could get off it" he said.

Mark just stared at him but his finger had released off the trigger though he was still in disbelief.

Gilligan took a calm step towards him and touched the gun. "Easy Mark, trust me you don't want to kill someone anyway, not a good choice" he said soothingly.

Mark nodded. Gilligan took the gun and put it on the coffee table.

"You look good big brother, I missed you" he said putting his hands on his shoulders. Mark gasped and then his arms went around Willy's waist and hugged him hard.

Willy smiled as he hugged back. A feeling he thought he'd never get back.

Shelly by then groaned and gasped as she saw the embrace. "Mark? Is it? Can it really be?" she asked.

Mark let his brother go and nodded. "Yes mom, our boy came home, I have to go call dad and Mary…they must come here immediately" he said and hurried off to do the calls.

Willy helped his mother up and brushed a tear off her face.

"I'm so sorry mom for worrying but I been okay, Skipper and the others have been good to me" he said. Shelly nodded as the tears fell before she embraced her son. The embrace lasted a few minutes as neither could let go.

Willy soon let himself cry and both wept and held each other tightly.

Gilligan stopped in his story to wipe tears as he cried again. "I missed her so much" he said.

Mr. Howell took out his handkerchief and gave it to him. Gilligan accepted it and noticed the other six were wiping their own eyes with their hands.

"Go on Gilligan…or should we call you Willy now?" Skipper asked and Gilligan chuckled.

"Whichever you want, my mother named me William Henry Gilligan and called me Willy when I was a boy and it stuck but a lot of people called me Gilligan too and that stuck" he said.

"I like your name very sweet" Mary Ann said and kissed his cheek.

"Thanks, I like it too" he agreed.

He then closed his eyes and continued the story.

The two eventually broke apart and sat to talk. They didn't have much chance though as Mark came back a few minutes later.

"Mary will come by and bring the van so my wife and children can come…Willy get ready to meet your three nieces and my son, your nephew Tommy" he said.

Willy smiled. "I'm guessing one is Karen right? She was born right around time we left" he said and Mark nodded.

"Yes and she'll be fifteen this year, Mary then had Caitlin who will be thirteen this year and Tommy is turning ten and the littlest one Abigail will be eight" he said.

Willy smiled at that but it was a little forced. How was he supposed to act around them? He was a stranger and he was pretty sure the children and teens would not be impressed.

Mark saw that and told them he ordered the children to behave. Gilligan nodded and forced a smile. 'Yes because behaving and acting nice to someone is the same as loving them' he thought.

"You're right"

Gilligan stopped the story again at the voice. He looked at Mary Ann who blushed. "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt but when you said you thought it'd be awkward, I realized none of us had realized times had changed" she said.

Gilligan nodded. "Yeah and really I'm done with my story, I mean my sister and father came home, I was hugged some more but after that it was awkward…I think for everyone anyway" he said.

Everyone nodded, each having their own say in that.

Gilligan took out the photos again. "I looked at these faces and felt happy and sad at the same time…I don't think I'll ever feel like part of their family, I think I feel closer to you six then my own family" he said.

Skipper and Mary Ann who was seated by Gilligan both put an arm around him.

"Well anyway I don't have much else to add, the rest of the week I talked about the island and you all and they told me about their lives but I know now it's just been too long and way too hard to get it back which is why I'm glad to be back here with you all" Gilligan said.

"Me too…" Mary Ann agreed.

"Okay Mary Ann, since you seem so relieved why don't you go next?" Ginger asked.

"Who me? Nah that's okay" she said waving it off but then Skipper and Gilligan urged her on.

"Come on Mary Ann, I want to know about that man Skipper and I saved you from" Gilligan said and Skipper nodded.

"Okay…his name was Herbert…also my almost biggest mistake if not for you two" she said and smiled at the Skipper and Gilligan.

"No problem Mary Ann, we'd never let you go through with something you didn't wanna do" Gilligan said.

"And I thank you…" she said and he interrupted."What I don't get is why you never mentioned him" he said.

"What do you mean? You don't know everything about me Gilligan" she asked and he nodded.

"I know but I mean if you knew about Herbert why did we mail those bottles to Horace Higginbotham?" he asked and Mary Ann chuckled.

"Because I didn't want to marry Herbert ever?" she questioned and he folded his arms.

"Okay, what's the story?" he asked and Mary Ann smiled.

"All right, you deserve the truth…you all do" she said and began.

And that will be revealed next. Hee love cliffhangers. Hope you don't mind I take this further. I love doing GI it's so much fun.