A/N: Thanks for those who reviewed my story (and those awesome compliments!)! I have never written an IDOJ story before and wasn't sure how this would go.

I would like to dedicate this chapter to all those people who are taking the time to read it, and also to the lovely Barbara Eden herself (isn't she just as awesome and beautiful as she was back then?)

I actually got the idea of this story from Barbara's 1972 movie 'The Woman Hunter'. If you are a fan of hers, this movie is a must see.

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The first thing Jeannie was aware of was the pain. She had never experienced anything quite like it in her whole two thousand odd years of life. Why would anyone want to be mortal if this was what you had to suffer through?

She had absolutely no idea where she was, and her eyes seemed too heavy to even want to open.

A groan escaped her lips involuntarily when the pain really started to register. What had even happened to her? All she remembers is a blinding light coming towards her, then nothing. And where was Tony? Was he ok?

Suddenly, Jeannie felt her hand being squeeze by a much larger hand. She knew that hand. Another groan left her lips.

Tony had been true to his word of not taking his eyes off her. He had sat in the uncomfortable hospital chair by her bed, not even leaving the room when Roger, along with Dr. and Mrs Bellows arrived to check on Jeannie. They insisted he leave, get something to eat, a coffee perhaps, and even offered to take his place of watching over her for any change while he got some sleep in the said chair. He refused, of course. How could he possibly get any sleep when his wife had to be sedated against her will in order for her body to start recuperating? He honestly didn't think he could get any sleep even if he wanted too, he knew he'd be plagued with nightmares of the nights events. After insisting he was not going to give into their requests, they soon left, promising to return in the morning, and assuring Tony to take as much time as he needed to help Jeannie.

Tony thought his eyes were playing tricks on him when he saw Jeannie's fingers twitch slightly, shortly followed by her eyelids in the early hours of the morning. That was until a painful groan escaped her lips. She was awake!

'Jeannie! Come on, Jeannie, open your eyes, darling. You're ok,' Tony said as he leaned over his wife, willing her to open her eyes. He took her hand and squeezed it, hoping this would encourage her to come back to him. At his touch she groaned again.

Tony gently let go of her hand and quickly raced out to the nurses' station to alert the nurses that she was awake, and then raced back before the nurses had even moved to be back at his wife's side.

He saw Jeannie still had yet to open her eyes, but he could see she was trying. It was hard to see her as the happy-go-lucky genie he had picked up on the beach not five years ago, when she was in such a state.

'That's it, come on Jeannie, it's me, Tony. Open your eyes for me.' He begged, as one of the nurses came in to check on her.

'Mrs Nelson, can you hear me? Just give us a little nod to let us know you can hear us.' The nurse explained.

At first, nothing happened. Tony wondered if she was still not conscious enough to realise what was happening around her. Then, Jeannie slowly nodded her head in response to the nurses' request, though it looked as if that in itself took all the effort she could muster.

While Jeannie was trying to finish waking up fully, the nurse did a quick check on her patient, gave her some more pain relief, checked her chart, then after assuring Jeannie was doing just fine, left Tony to welcome his wife back in privacy.

After what felt like ages, Jeannie opened her eyes. To say Tony was relieved was an understatement.

'Darling, how are you feeling? You gave everyone quite a scare.'

Jeannie moved her mouth, but no sound came out.

'Here, I'll get you some water.'

Tony quickly poured her some cool water from the jug on her bedside table, and then slowly brought it up to her lips. She took a couple of small sips, groaning when she had had enough.

'What happened?' She croaked out.

'You don't remember?'

She shook her head, only to wince when the movements made her head pound.

'You were in a car accident. We were at the Bellows house for a dinner party, remember? You left early because you weren't feeling well, and I stayed at the party a bit longer,' Tony explained, pushing aside the guilty feelings he was having for now and focusing solely on his wife.

Jeannie's mind was going into overdrive, which in turn was starting to give her a slight headache.

Suddenly, Jeannie was no longer in the hospital room with Tony, but in the car. She relived how, before the accident, she was going through an intersection, then was blinded by a bright pair of headlights, shortly followed by the sound of metal colliding with one another.

'Jeannie? Jeannie!' Tony's far off voice said, snapping her out of the flashback she had just had. Now she knows what happened, though she wished she hadn't.

'Are you ok, darling? What's wrong?' Tony's concerned face looked at her.

'I remember what happened,' Jeannie said softly. 'I'm sorry about your car, Anthony, I was trying to be careful, I really was. When I get my powers back I will fix it.' Jeannie said, her eyes downcast and fast gathering tears.

'Jeannie, dear, I don't care about the car! All I have been able to think about is you. I was so afraid when I got that phone call. I have never been so afraid in my life. You are the most important thing to me, and you always will be. I love you with all my heart, Jeannie.'

At this, tears quickly escaped her eyes, with more gathering in their place.

'Don't cry, darling, don't cry.' Tony swiped his thumbs underneath her eyes to clear up the escaped tears. Gently, he pulled her in for a hug, needing to feel her in his arms.

Only after Jeannie's tears had dried up and she was only sniffling, did he pull back to kiss her gently on the lips.

'Jeannie, there's something you need to know.' He said hesitantly as she looked at him expectantly. He did not want to bring this conversation up, but he needed to tell her himself, before anyone else was able to.

'The doctors found out why you were sick before the accident. They had to do standard tests when you were brought in. Jeannie,' He paused. 'The accident gave your body a big shock, and it couldn't handle the trauma it sustained, so when you were involved in the accident, you also miscarried. You were pregnant, Jeannie.' He said softly. 'I'm so sorry, darling.'

For the longest time, Jeannie said and did nothing. He had expected her to start weeping, grieving for the child they never knew they had, and will never get to meet. That was why it was surprising to Tony when she rolled over on her side, facing away from him, immediately terminating the conversation, and instantly worrying her husband.