Chapter 1
"It's going to be a beautiful day today and early tomorrow, but by tomorrow evening expect the chances of a heavy storm."
"Anthony Nelson was sitting on the couch watching the news when he heard a crash from the kitchen. Usually when people hear something like that, they run in to see what had happened. But he waited until the next commercial was on to go in. It wasn't that he didn't care what was going on in his house, but he had a good idea as to what or who, it was.
Walking in Tony saw something he didn't expect. A beautiful blonde girl wearing a pink harem outfit was sitting on the floor with some broken dishes next to her.
"Jeannie?" He walked over to help her up. "What happened?"
"I'm not sure master. I suddenly felt dizzy." She explained and almost fell again, but this time Tony was there to support her.
"You had better lay down." He said, leading her to the couch.
"Oh no master, I am fine. I just had a dizzy spell, that is all." Jeannie was trying to get up but Tony wasn't listening or letting her go. Giving up she just sat there and watched as her master sat next to her.
"Jeannie how long have you been feeling this way?"
"It just started while I was in the kitchen master, and I told you I just had a spell, that is all."
Tony looked at his sick genie and noticed she was looking pale.
"How do you feel now?" He asked, worry creeping into his voice.
"A little weak master."
He sighed and put his hand on her forehead. His own face almost went pale as his hand felt like it was resting on a warm stove.
"Jeannie you're on fire." He put his hands on her shoulders to gently push her down. This time she didn't argue as her head hit the pillow. Closing her eyes, she fell asleep.
Tony was now extremely worried about Jeannie. He wanted to get a doctor for her, but she's a genie. He couldn't risk the doctor finding something abnormal about her and start asking questions. He sat on the edge of the couch and watched her sleep as he tried to think of a solution.
He didn't even realize anyone was knocking at the door until it opened.
"Tony? You home?"
"In here Rog." Tony called from the living room.
"Hey I was wondering if you," but he stopped short as he saw Jeannie lying on the couch.
"What's the matter with Jeannie?"
Tony was going to answer but Jeannie started to get restless so he motioned for Roger to follow him into the kitchen.
"I don't know Rog. Earlier today I heard a crash in the kitchen and when I went to check on it Jeannie was sitting on the floor with broken dishes. She told me she had a dizzy spell so I led her to the couch so she could lie down. Then I noticed he temperature was high."
"I think she's sick Tony." Roger said and looked at his friend who just gave him a 'no kidding' look.
After a few moments of silence where both men thought about what to do next Tony decided to make some coffee.
"Hey Tony?"
"Yeah?"
"What are women like when they're pregnant?"
The question almost made him drop his coffee maker.
"Why would you ask me that?"
"Well you know, maybe Jeannie,"
"Roger how could you think that?"
"You don't have to get upset about it. I was just wondering that maybe if she went on a trip or something. . ."
"She hasn't been on a trip! Roger, just stop thinking that before you make me sick."
"Sorry Tony." He said then both men heard Jeannie crying from the living room.
When Tony got by her side, Jeannie was sitting up, holding her knees to her chest.
"Jeannie?" Tony said quietly and sat down next to her so she could rest her head on his chest.
"Master, I am so. . . so sick." She said and started to cry again. That was the one thing he couldn't stand.
"Don't cry Jeannie." He said and gently held her to him.
She wanted to stop, but her body wouldn't allow it. Jeannie was so uncomfortable she cried some more.
"Tony?"
He turned his head and looked at Roger.
"I'm leaving, take care of Jeannie."
"Don't worry Roger, I will." He said and heard Roger leave.
For the next few hours Tony was oblivious to anything but his genie. She would shake uncontrollably, and at times would just start crying. At about four o'clock he realized he hadnt ate anything all day and with Jeannie finally asleep again, he decided to get up. Moving slightly he carefully moved her off him then moved her damp hair out of her face. He hadnt noticed how sick she looked. She was sweating and looked so uncomfortable he wanted to wish it away, but he knew he couldn't.
While he was eating, Tony remembered the last time Jeannie was sick. It was something he would never forget. Jeannie would have disappeared forever into limbo if they wouldn't have traveled to Mecca. Maybe that is what was happening now. As that thought crossed his mind, Tony jumped up and ran back into the living room where Jeannie had woken up.
"Jeannie, is this the same thing that happened before when you started to disappear?" He asked, then regretted it when Jeannie answered.
"No master, I'm just sick." She said weakly and tears welded in her eyes.
"Don't start crying Jeannie," he said softly and sat down on the couch next to her. She sat up briefly to situate herself so she could lie in his arms.
When she was comfortable Jeannie just relaxed. The house was so quiet Jeannie could hear her master's heart beating, and the continuous rhythm put her to sleep.
For the rest of the day Jeannie only woke up to eat. Tony would stay with her until ten o'clock when he went to bed.
"Jeannie?"
"Yes master?"
"I'm going to bed now, call me if you need anything." He said looking her in the eyes so she knew he was serious.
"Okay master I will."
"You promise?"
Jeannie smiled at him for the first time that day.
"I promise."
Tony sighed and went to his room. He changed into his pajamas, set his alarm clock and lay down. Since the next day was Monday, he would have to leave Jeannie alone. And he didn't want to. He eventually fell asleep thinking about different excuses to give Dr. Bellows for not going to the base tomorrow. He thought of a few good ones, but none that he felt would convince the doctor.
Back in the living room, Jeannie felt her fever breaking. She had an idea as to what was happening, though she knew her sickness was wearing off, she was afraid of what her master would do. Or say.
"It's going to be a beautiful day today and early tomorrow, but by tomorrow evening expect the chances of a heavy storm."
"Anthony Nelson was sitting on the couch watching the news when he heard a crash from the kitchen. Usually when people hear something like that, they run in to see what had happened. But he waited until the next commercial was on to go in. It wasn't that he didn't care what was going on in his house, but he had a good idea as to what or who, it was.
Walking in Tony saw something he didn't expect. A beautiful blonde girl wearing a pink harem outfit was sitting on the floor with some broken dishes next to her.
"Jeannie?" He walked over to help her up. "What happened?"
"I'm not sure master. I suddenly felt dizzy." She explained and almost fell again, but this time Tony was there to support her.
"You had better lay down." He said, leading her to the couch.
"Oh no master, I am fine. I just had a dizzy spell, that is all." Jeannie was trying to get up but Tony wasn't listening or letting her go. Giving up she just sat there and watched as her master sat next to her.
"Jeannie how long have you been feeling this way?"
"It just started while I was in the kitchen master, and I told you I just had a spell, that is all."
Tony looked at his sick genie and noticed she was looking pale.
"How do you feel now?" He asked, worry creeping into his voice.
"A little weak master."
He sighed and put his hand on her forehead. His own face almost went pale as his hand felt like it was resting on a warm stove.
"Jeannie you're on fire." He put his hands on her shoulders to gently push her down. This time she didn't argue as her head hit the pillow. Closing her eyes, she fell asleep.
Tony was now extremely worried about Jeannie. He wanted to get a doctor for her, but she's a genie. He couldn't risk the doctor finding something abnormal about her and start asking questions. He sat on the edge of the couch and watched her sleep as he tried to think of a solution.
He didn't even realize anyone was knocking at the door until it opened.
"Tony? You home?"
"In here Rog." Tony called from the living room.
"Hey I was wondering if you," but he stopped short as he saw Jeannie lying on the couch.
"What's the matter with Jeannie?"
Tony was going to answer but Jeannie started to get restless so he motioned for Roger to follow him into the kitchen.
"I don't know Rog. Earlier today I heard a crash in the kitchen and when I went to check on it Jeannie was sitting on the floor with broken dishes. She told me she had a dizzy spell so I led her to the couch so she could lie down. Then I noticed he temperature was high."
"I think she's sick Tony." Roger said and looked at his friend who just gave him a 'no kidding' look.
After a few moments of silence where both men thought about what to do next Tony decided to make some coffee.
"Hey Tony?"
"Yeah?"
"What are women like when they're pregnant?"
The question almost made him drop his coffee maker.
"Why would you ask me that?"
"Well you know, maybe Jeannie,"
"Roger how could you think that?"
"You don't have to get upset about it. I was just wondering that maybe if she went on a trip or something. . ."
"She hasn't been on a trip! Roger, just stop thinking that before you make me sick."
"Sorry Tony." He said then both men heard Jeannie crying from the living room.
When Tony got by her side, Jeannie was sitting up, holding her knees to her chest.
"Jeannie?" Tony said quietly and sat down next to her so she could rest her head on his chest.
"Master, I am so. . . so sick." She said and started to cry again. That was the one thing he couldn't stand.
"Don't cry Jeannie." He said and gently held her to him.
She wanted to stop, but her body wouldn't allow it. Jeannie was so uncomfortable she cried some more.
"Tony?"
He turned his head and looked at Roger.
"I'm leaving, take care of Jeannie."
"Don't worry Roger, I will." He said and heard Roger leave.
For the next few hours Tony was oblivious to anything but his genie. She would shake uncontrollably, and at times would just start crying. At about four o'clock he realized he hadnt ate anything all day and with Jeannie finally asleep again, he decided to get up. Moving slightly he carefully moved her off him then moved her damp hair out of her face. He hadnt noticed how sick she looked. She was sweating and looked so uncomfortable he wanted to wish it away, but he knew he couldn't.
While he was eating, Tony remembered the last time Jeannie was sick. It was something he would never forget. Jeannie would have disappeared forever into limbo if they wouldn't have traveled to Mecca. Maybe that is what was happening now. As that thought crossed his mind, Tony jumped up and ran back into the living room where Jeannie had woken up.
"Jeannie, is this the same thing that happened before when you started to disappear?" He asked, then regretted it when Jeannie answered.
"No master, I'm just sick." She said weakly and tears welded in her eyes.
"Don't start crying Jeannie," he said softly and sat down on the couch next to her. She sat up briefly to situate herself so she could lie in his arms.
When she was comfortable Jeannie just relaxed. The house was so quiet Jeannie could hear her master's heart beating, and the continuous rhythm put her to sleep.
For the rest of the day Jeannie only woke up to eat. Tony would stay with her until ten o'clock when he went to bed.
"Jeannie?"
"Yes master?"
"I'm going to bed now, call me if you need anything." He said looking her in the eyes so she knew he was serious.
"Okay master I will."
"You promise?"
Jeannie smiled at him for the first time that day.
"I promise."
Tony sighed and went to his room. He changed into his pajamas, set his alarm clock and lay down. Since the next day was Monday, he would have to leave Jeannie alone. And he didn't want to. He eventually fell asleep thinking about different excuses to give Dr. Bellows for not going to the base tomorrow. He thought of a few good ones, but none that he felt would convince the doctor.
Back in the living room, Jeannie felt her fever breaking. She had an idea as to what was happening, though she knew her sickness was wearing off, she was afraid of what her master would do. Or say.