Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original seven castaways… they belong to someone else…. Sadly…

This is a sequel to "I Don't Know Why I Love You But I Do", which was the sequel to "All is Confusing in Love and War".

I hope you enjoy! Please Read and Review! Thanks!

Chapter One: And Then There Were Eight

"Well?" Gilligan asked apprehensively as the Professor appeared from the supply hut turned temporary maternity ward.

"Gilligan, I'm pleased to inform you that you are the father of a very healthy baby boy," the Professor answered, smiling.

Gilligan stared blankly for a moment before stammering, "C-can I go in to see him now?"

"Why certainly; after all, he is your son," the Professor replied.

Eagerly, Gilligan leapt up from his seat and hurried past the Professor and entered the hut.

"Hi Mrs. Howell; hi Ginger," he said in an offhanded manner.

"We'll be going then dear," Mrs. Howell told MaryAnn.

"We'll be back later to see if you need anything," Ginger assured her, turning to follow Mrs. Howell outside.

Willy walked over to the bed in which his wife was sitting up-right in, holding a tiny, squirming, bundle of life.

"MaryAnn…" Willy breathed softly in admiration and overwhelming exuberance.

"He looks like you," MaryAnn smiled.

Carefully and gently, Willy bent down and picked up the small infant who wriggled momentarily.

As the child saw his father's face for the first time, he smiled cutely.

Willy tried to speak but he seemed to have forgotten how. "MaryAnn… his eyes… they're just like yours…" Willy finally managed to get out. "How, do you feel?"

"I've felt better," MaryAnn responded truthfully, "But never happier."

"But… are you sure you're okay?" Willy asked nervously, still cradling his son lovingly.

"Yes… I'm fine… I just had a baby that's all. All I need is some sleep," she assured him wearily.

At that moment, they heard a knock on the door and the Professor entered. "MaryAnn, I just brought some medication that should help with the pain," he announced.

"Oh thank you Professor," she replied, as he injected the medicine into her arm with a needle.

"But what you really need, is rest," the Professor informed her.

"Yes… I'm, so... so… tired…" she managed before her eyelids closed slowly.

As quietly as possible, the Professor led Gilligan out of the hut so MaryAnn could get some well-earned rest.

"Oh dear, he does rather look a lot like you Gilligan," Mrs. Howell announced after peering closely at the tiny child her husband was holding.

"Yes, the resemblance is uncanny," Mr. Howell agreed.

"What's so bad if he looks like me? Gilligan asked in a would be offended voice. "At least he doesn't look like MaryAnn."

"Oh dear, I don't thing that was a very nice thing for Gilligan to say," Mrs. Howell whispered to Mr. Howell.

Upon hearing this, Gilligan went slightly red with embarrassment. Hastily, he explained, "What I mean is, it wouldn't be good for him to look like MaryAnn, because she's a girl."

"So?"

"Well gosh Ginger, I'd think you'd know the difference between a boy and a girl," Gilligan said, shaking his head.

"Oh Gilligan, there is such a thing as genes and genetic makeup," Ginger responded.

"What's wrong with the pants he has on now?" Gilligan asked in confusion.

"Never mind…" Ginger replied rolling her eyes. "I just hope he doesn't look like you in here," she added, pointing to the infant's bald head.

"What are you going to name him?" Mr. Howell asked, passing the child back to Gilligan.

"Well, MaryAnn and me decided on the name Jacob Jonas Gilligan. The middle name is for my big buddy," Gilligan added with a smile.

The Skipper was positively beaming. "Oh Gilligan, you shouldn't have done that."

"Oh. Well we could always change his name if you don't like it."

"Never mind Gilligan. What I meant was that, well it was an awful nice thing for you to do," the Skipper said with a smile.

"Gilligan," the Professor said as he walked onto the scene, "your wife would like to see you and Jacob."

Gilligan took his son from Mr. Howell and walked towards the hut MaryAnn was in.

"Hi MaryAnn," Willy said as he sat down on a crate next to the bed MaryAnn was resting in. "Skipper liked the name."

"Oh, that's great Willy," she replied with a smile. She knew how much Willy looked up to the Skipper.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked softly, handing her Jacob carefully.

She smiled as her son's tiny fingers wrapped around her pinky. "Much better. I don't know what any of us would do without the Professor."

Willy brushed a strand of hair away from MaryAnn's face that had escaped one of her ever present pigtails. "I love you," he said gently, leaning over to kiss her forehead.

"I know," she said, looking down at her son, and then back at Willy, "I love you to."

Later that evening, thoroughly tired, but unable to get to sleep, the Skipper was in his hammock, starring at the ceiling of his lonely hut. Ever since he had become the only single person on the island, everything seemed lonelier. He didn't resent the two couples he had married in the slightest for this feeling of solitude. But still, life on the island was different when he knew he was no longer his little buddy's favorite person.

Oh well, he thought, there isn't much I can do about the situation after all.

Slowly, he drifted off into an uneasy sleep. His dreams hopped around from the time Gilligan told him he liked MaryAnn. And then to both of the marriages he had presided over on the island. Finally, his dreaming reflected memories further back in time.

He was parked in the back row of the drive in movie theatre with his arm around the girl of his dreams, Donna Green. The movie got steadily more frightening until Donna was clinging to him with all of her strength. The younger Skipper was scarred to; but not of the movie but of having Donna this close to him. She hid her pretty face in his shirt as the monster attacked the next village or something; he wasn't really paying the movie much attention… The smell of her perfume mixed with her shampoo was making his mind go a little fuzzy. Slowly, Donna lifted her head to face Jonas's and gave him a sheepish grin.

"I always get scarred when that happens," she said with a laugh, referring to the movie.

"Yeah, me to," Jonas agreed… but he wasn't talking about the movie.

Slowly, as if an invisible force was pooling them together, their lips met and they kissed…

Then the dream changed to the next scene.

He was older now, and in his Navy uniform. Jonas was talking easily to an attractive woman in a nurse's outfit. She had bewitchingly beautiful blue eyes, long dirty blonde hair, lips the color of a rose, and a petite, but still gorgeous, figure. He felt so lucky to be talking to her! She, the object of every man on this ship's dreams…

"So what brings you here Grumby?" the woman asked in a professional, yet caring manner.

"I… um, well it's just that, um, I think I might be coming down with a fever…" Jonas replied, knowing full well it wasn't the fever that was making him dizzy as the nurse pressed her hand against his burning forehead.

The scene changed but the same woman was with him in the same room.

"Oh, hello Grumby, shouldn't you be asleep?" the nurse asked quizzically.

"I couldn't sleep until I told you something," Jonas replied eagerly.

"Oh… what might that be?"

"I love you…" Jonas said softly, taking her hand.

They leaned in to kiss and…

The Skipper awoke with a start, breathing quickly. He looked around his hut as though thinking the nurse would be standing next to him. It seemed so real he could have smelt the lavender lingering in the air that he always associated with her mixed with the heavy, ever present smell of sterilizing alcohol. …He wouldn't think about that. He pushed the memories of that beautiful nurse out of his mind and tried desperately to go to sleep once more.