Hello everyone! I know it's been a LONG time since I last posted anything, but I've been super busy trying to keep up with two jobs and I hardly have any free time to even turn my laptop on anymore! But I HAVE to get my imagination up and running again, so I've finally decided to come up with a story based on my favorite show The Monkees. Let me just say from the start that I may get inconsistent with my updates, but I will try my best to post at least every week or sometimes every other week. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the first installment of my I Dream of Jeannie/Monkees crossover and let me know what you think! :)

Two figures walked slowly arm in arm on one of the private beaches in Malibu, California. The man was dressed in slacks and a blue uniform jacket was slung over his arm due to the warm beach weather. The woman, who was shorter than the man wore a light pink summer dress and carried her heels in her other hand.

"Oh, Master! This vacation is just what you've needed!" Jeannie exclaimed happily as she leaned into Major Anthony Nelson's shoulder lovingly. The man smiled and looked around at the very few people scattered on the beach.

"It's not really a vacation, Jeannie. You know we're just staying for a few days until Roger gets here for the meeting this weekend." He said softly. Jeannie looked up at him, her eyes bright.

"I know that, Master." She giggled. "But none of the other astronauts left this early to get here for the meeting."

"Well, I know how sentimental you are of the beach." Tony murmured with a smirk. Jeannie's face brightened even further and she giggled again.

"Aww Master!"

Tony smiled to himself as Jeannie stood on her tiptoes to plant a quick kiss on his cheek. They stopped walking for a moment as a group of boys out in the ocean started shouting excitedly. Jeannie watched them climb onto their surfboards as they caught a large wave to ride back to shore on. One of the boys wiped out and dove to the side into the water while the other few continued their weaving ride on the wave. A few moments later, the remaining three boys skidded to a stop in the shallows of the ocean and the one that had dove off of his board was also dragging his board behind him as he swam to shore.

"Oh, that looks like fun!" Jeannie laughed, tugging on Tony's arm in her excitement. Tony chuckled lightly as Jeannie watched the boys laugh and talk amongst themselves.

"Yeah…I used to try my hand at surfing back when I was a kid." He said, smiling at the memories.

Jeannie suddenly gasped excitedly and Tony's smile slowly faded as he realized that Jeannie had formed an idea in her head. He glanced down at her bright blue eyes and curtly shook his head before she even said anything.

"No…"

"Oh but Master…this is your vacation!" She prodded him with a wide smile on her round face.

"It's not a vacation – I said no!" He rapidly shook his head at her, dreading the moment when she would blink him out into the ocean on a random surfboard on the largest wave imaginable.

"You said it would be fun!" She pleaded with him again, slipping her arm out of his and crossing her arms over her chest. Tony held up his hands quickly and she tilted her head to the side at his sudden silence.

"I did say it would be fun, Jeannie. But…look at me. Look at you. We're not really in our beach attire at the moment…and I don't…"

As soon as the words had spilled out of his mouth, he knew she would have an immediate response for him. Her arms folded smartly in front of her, Jeannie nodded her head once and blinked. Tony suddenly felt that his uniform and jacket were gone, replaced with swimming trunks and a beach towel slung over his arm in place of his jacket. Jeannie wore a stunningly bright pink one-piece swimsuit and when she noticed his reaction she clapped her hands excitedly.

"All taken care of, Master!" She giggled triumphantly. She pointed behind him and as he turned, he noticed a sparkling dark blue surfboard, shined and ready for his use standing straight up in the sand.

"Right…" Tony murmured and Jeannie bounced energetically with her excitement as Tony carefully pulled the board out of the deep sand.

"I'm sure you are wonderful at surfing, Master! You are at everything else you do!" She said supportively as he handed her the beach towel that had appeared over his arm. He tucked the surfboard under his arm and headed for the water, Jeannie gently pushing him to make him go faster.

"Now, Jeannie, do you know how long it's been since I've done this?" Tony tried again as he waded out to his waist in the ocean. Jeannie who had followed him out a little ways smiled at him teasingly.

"Anthony darling, this is your vacation. Take some time to have fun!" She smiled her bright smile up at him and he felt himself give in slightly as he turned and paddled out into the deeper water where the waves formed.

Jeannie turned around and waded her way back up to the shore to watch him, laying out the beach towel and blinking a picnic basket into existence in the sand beside her. She blinked once more and a pair of bright pink sunglasses appeared on her face, matching perfectly with her bathing suit. She pulled a cherry flavored popsicle from her magic basket and popped it into her mouth, grinning as she glimpsed her Major Nelson climbing unsteadily up onto his board out in the ocean. She blinked abruptly and turned the average oncoming wave he had been waiting for into an immensely larger one, and she could distantly hear his surprised cries as he struggled to stay on top of the surfboard for the ride.

Jeannie glanced curiously over to her right where the group of young surfers had almost reached the shore, laughing and joking around in the shallows. There were four of them in all, one of them a great deal shorter than the other three. Even from the distance she was from them, Jeannie could see their long hair plastered to the backs of their necks and from their body language, she could tell they were very good friends.

As she studied them curiously, one of the boys noticed her and lifted his hand in a friendly wave. Surprised, Jeannie took the popsicle out of her mouth and waved back at them quickly. Their voices rang out down the beach and Jeannie smirked as she popped the popsicle back into her mouth, turning her attention back to her Major Nelson. He was crouched down low over his own surfboard, holding onto its slickly polished sides in a last attempt to stay on top of it.

The wave Jeannie had blinked was near to running its course, and she smiled excitedly as Tony shakily balanced upright on the board once more. Jeannie leaned forward expectantly and then giggled as Tony, seeming to give up on his surfing attempt at last, threw himself to the left and flopped into the rushing ocean.

Jeannie looked down the beach to where the four teenage boys were still talking in loud, arguing voices among themselves. As she watched them, one of the taller boys snatched what looked like a hat off one of the other boys' heads, starting a chase down the beach towards where Jeannie was sitting. Major Nelson who was struggling to swim after his board out in the ocean was completely forgotten to Jeannie for the moment as she registered the boys' approach. She straightened as the shorter of the four boys dashed straight past her, clutching a blue hat in his fist. He was quickly followed by the other three teens who were shouting after him, narrowly swerving around Jeannie where she sat on her blanket in the sand.

The last boy, brown hair drying in frizzy curls on top of his head, stumbled in his attempt to stay caught up with his friends and kicked over Jeannie's magic picnic basket as he ran past. Jeannie gasped in surprise and blinked reflexively, up righting the basket before its contents could spill into the sand around it. The tall curly haired boy stopped hurriedly and turned back to Jeannie, his eyes wide and apologetic.

"Hey, I'm…I'm sorry – I couldn't stop and I…" He trailed off, having knelt down to pick up what he thought was the overturned picnic basket. When he spotted the basket Jeannie had blinked out of the way, he paused and stared at it quizzically before looking at Jeannie's equally surprised face.

"Oh, it's no problem. As you see, there was no harm done." Jeannie said sweetly, looking between the red popsicle in her hand to the boy's befuddled expression. He scratched the back of his head and shrugged, standing back up to his full height once more to look after his friends.

"I'll uh…Then I guess I'll see you around!" He said lightly as he jogged away from her after the other three boys. Jeannie let out a heavy sigh of relief when the boy had gotten out of earshot. She bit her lip worriedly as she glanced at the picnic basket and then after the boy. That had definitely been a close call.

Jeannie hastily finished her popsicle in time to leap to her feet and meet Tony as he dragged himself out of the shallow waves, his surfboard already washed up on the shore a few yards down the beach.

"Oh Master you were wonderful!" Jeannie squealed excitedly, throwing her arms around him and leaping into his arms. He laughed lightly and then gently put her back down onto the sand with a worried look on his face.

"Now Jeannie…you really need to be more careful whenever you're blinking things like that. Somebody could've noticed that big wave that came out of nowhere." He said seriously.

Jeannie slowly raised her gaze back to Major Nelson and cringed slightly at his stern expression, the popsicle stick she had been fidgeting with in her hands snapped in half and she dropped it to the sand.

"I'm sorry Master…I guess I just got carried away again…" She apologized quietly. She threw her gaze back to where the large beach towel still lay spread out behind them in the sand, the picnic basket lying beside it. "…We could just sit here on the beach for now if you'd like?"

"No, Jeannie…I think we'd better go back to the hotel. I don't want you getting any other wild ideas out here today. Next thing you'll have me doing is parasailing or something." Tony said in what Jeannie knew to be a lighthearted scolding. She tilted her head to the side questioningly and peered up at him from behind her sunglasses.

"What is parasailing, Master?" She asked curiously. Tony threw her a warning look and she shrugged lightly as she turned to blink the picnic basket and beach towel out of existence. She hooked her arm into Tony's waiting elbow and stared down the beach at the group of boys who were now tackling each other, each of them covered in sand and laughing uncontrollably. Making sure that no one noticed the two of them, Jeannie blinked once more and both she and her master disappeared from the beach.