Summary: Set sometime in season 5. Jeannie has just gone through a severely traumatic event and is starting to suffer emotionally because of it. Tony wants to help her, as it is clear she is not herself.

'Jeannie, darling, are you almost ready to go? We're going to be late if we don't leave now.'

'I'm coming, Anthony!' Jeannie replied, as she descended the staircase. 'It is much harder to get ready without my powers you know. Do I look ok?' Jeannie asked as she twirled around for her husband.

'You look absolutely stunning! Do you know when your powers will be back?' Tony asked as he took his wife by the arm and led her out the door towards the car.

'They should be back soon, now that I am feeling better. I don't know why my powers must disappear when I am sick.'

'Because, darling, whenever you do get sick, your powers give us more trouble than they normally do. You agreed it was best for you to get Haji to take them away when you were feeling unwell.' He reminded her.

'I know, darling, but I only did it to make you happy. I hope my powers return soon!'

'They will, Jeannie. Let's get going,' Tony said as he helped Jeannie into the car. 'I don't think Dr. Bellows would appreciate us being late to his dinner party.'

Much later in the evening, the men had retired to the living room of Dr. Bellows house to discuss business, while the woman sat at the dining room table having a coffee and catching up on the local gossip (this was, of course, Amanda Bellows favourite activity).

'Mrs Bellows, if you do not mind, I might excuse myself for the night to head home. I have not been feeling well lately and I am feeling rather tired at the moment.' Jeannie explained.

'Well of course not dear! You go on home and rest! I do hope you feel better soon, and do call me if you need anything.' Amanda insisted.

'I will. Thank you Mrs Bellows.' Jeannie promised her. She said goodnight to the rest of the women at the table, then apologised to the men as she took Tony aside.

'What is it, Jeannie, are you feeling alright?' Tony asked concern.

'I am feeling fine, Anthony, but I'm getting a little tired. Would you mind if we left now?'

'I can't leave now Jeannie, we are in the middle of an important meeting.' Tony apologised. 'I tell you what, why don't you take the car? I can catch a lift home with Roger.' He said as he handed Jeannie the car keys.

'Are you sure? You usually do not allow me to drive your car.'

'Yes, I know Jeannie, but it is only a few blocks away and I've taught you how to drive and you did fine.' He assured her.

'Well if you are sure, I will see you when you get home.'

'Ok Jeannie, and drive safely please.'

'I will.' Jeannie promised, as she leaned up to catch a quick kiss before she left.

As she was driving home, Jeannie was trying her best to concentrate on the road. She did not want to have another disaster with the car. She wanted to do Tony proud, as he had shown confidence in her driving home by herself for the first time.

She stopped at the lights, just as it turned red. She looked around as she waited for the lights to change to green. It was no where near late, in fact, it was only 9pm, and there was still quite a bit of traffic around.

When the light changed to green, Jeannie slowly took off, almost nearing the house.

Before Jeannie got more than halfway over the intersection, however, she was blinded by headlights coming to the left of her, and fast! Before she knew what was happening, there was a deafening crash, and all she could feel was pain. She could feel a liquid running down the side of her face. Disoriented, she tried to undo her seatbelt, but found it was stuck, and the more she tried to force it to relinquish its hold on her, the more painful it was. The last thing she saw before darkness overtook her was the people she assumed who had been nearby when the accident had happened, trying desperately to keep her awake and released her from the car.

It was nearly 10pm that evening when Tony had finally arrived home. After bidding Roger goodnight, Tony entered the house. Rather than having Jeannie barrel into him, kissing and hugging him, there was nothing. Nothing but silence. The house was dark, as if no one had been here all night.

Tony turned the main house light on, and then proceeded to go to the bedroom, expecting to see Jeannie sleeping in the bed, as he knew she was still feeling a bit unwell. Still nothing.

'Jeannie?' He called, thinking it was odd she was no where to be found.

Receiving no answer, he checked her bottle, just in case. Sometimes she still liked to hang out in there, even though they had been married for almost a year. He guessed that it was something of a security blanket to her – after all, that had been the one constant in her long life as a genie, it was like her home. Still nothing.

Just then, the phone rang.

'That's odd. Who would be calling at this late hour?' He wondered.

'Hello?'

'Hello, is that Major Anthony Nelson speaking?'

'Yes it is.'

'I'm calling from the Cocoa Beach hospital. I'm afraid your wife, Jeannie Nelson, has been in a car accident. She was just brought in ten minutes ago.'

'What?! Is she alright? Is it serious?' Tony asked frantically.

'I can't discuss much of it over the phone, Major, but I can tell you she is relatively fine. She has a minor concussion, a few cracked ribs and is fairly shaken. We had to give her a sedative to calm her down. She is currently asleep.'

'I'll be there as soon as I can.' He said before hanging up.

Picking up the phone once again, he dialled Rogers number.

'Roger, I need you to come back here and pick me up. Jeannie has been in an accident and I need to get to the hospital.'

'Is she alright?' Roger asked, concerned for his good friend.

'I'll fill you in on the way Roger, just get over here fast!' He said, once more hanging up.

Tony collapsed, burying his head in his hands. How could this happen? If only he had taken Jeannie home himself, maybe none of this would have happened.

'I'm coming Jeannie, just hold on.'