I am SO sorry, I just have a lot of work and homework in my life... not to mention my boyfriend has had all my writing on his computer for awhile. Therefore a long awaited chapter four... I'm sorry, I'm not gonna change what the original plot line was even though some of you have great ideas.

Roger stood in line looking deeply into the centre of a dark red jello square debating placing it on the already growing platter of food he was bringing to his best friends wife. He shook his head and re-evaluated his relationship with Jeannie, it wasn't true. She wasn't just his best friend's wife, but someone just as dear to him as Tony.

He thought back on fonder times when no one knew of Jeannie except for he and Major Nelson. He thought back to when she used to stride around the Cape Kennedy house in her harem costume and bat her eyelashes in a desperate fawning of her master. If he could have predicted the future he would have told his best friend to stop pretending she was nothing to him more then a servant and finally admit his reciprocated love. But instead, they wasted time playing their flirtatious game, beating around the bush before finally settling down and marrying.

If they had been married sooner Jeannie might have been left with some children, or Tony may have been promoted or even transferred. He may not have gone on such a mission, even when no one knew how ominous the consequences were.

Then he thought about the times that Jeannie had got them in trouble over the last five years. How they always had to work their way out of a mess with Dr. Bellows, and she would always end up saving their hide.

Oh god Tony, what had happened? How did they get into this mess? It was a routine flight, nothing more or less. He wasn't supposed to be in that bed upstairs with Jeannie, being the obedient loving wife who sat by his side. Did she understand how dire the circumstances were? Roger pondered.

Slowly he moved along in the line and added random stacks of food to place on the tray. He suddenly felt cold and grabbed her some soup, wondering if she felt a breeze. Poor Jeannie, he couldn't even begin to imagine how she felt, sitting there, patiently waiting for Tony to open his eyes, or even to pass on. But she did it, not only because she was his Genie but also because she loved him, she was devoted to his well being and cherished him, just as he had begun to demonstrate with her in the last year or so.

"Will that be all?" the Cafeteria worker asked Major Healey politely. He looked up at all the food he had arranged on the tray. There was enough food there for a small petting zoo, yet he didn't mind. He would just eat with Jeannie and they would save the rest for later. He wanted to get up there and be with her as fast as possible. It wasn't fair for her to be going through, it wasn't fair for Tony to be lying there unconscious.

He hoped he could persuade her to go home and get some rest for she needed it. She was looking paler and more worn out these days, if it was even possible. She was, after all immortal so the aging she had been experiencing seemed to be all in Roger's imagination. He took the tray and slowly began his trek towards the elevator. He balanced the tray on his arm as he pressed the button to the second floor. Taking the tray in both hands he felt a sudden jolt upwards and he let out a small sigh. He wondered if Mrs and Dr. Bellows had gone home yet, and his question was answered when the elevator doors dinged open and revealed a sleeping Amanda Bellows holding a reading Dr. Bellows hand. Dr. Bellows was reading the newest issue of Reader's Digest and yet he seemed to be having trouble concentrating, since Roger caught him staring at the wall ahead of him a few times.

"Hello sir... would you like anything to eat?" Roger asked passing his superior and friend. He had realized that if Jeannie had not eaten, nor himself that it was highly likely that the Bellows had not had the oppurtunity either.

"Um..." Dr Bellows said inquisitively and quietly. "The muffin looks tempting... and can I have the orange for when Amanda wakes?" he asked politely with a pained expression.

"But of course sir, though I think it's best if you went home. You need sleep as does your wife." Roger noted looking at the slumpering women on Dr. Bellow's arm.

"This is true, but I'm not leaving till there is an improvement in Major Nelson's condition. Through all the trouble I have given you two over the years, Major Neslon is like a son to me, and that young lady who is sitting in there needs all the support she can get."

"Jeannie, yes sir... she is a trooper. I should go bring her this food now I suppose." Roger said remembering his original mission and straightening up so that he could make his way down the hall.

"That's a good man Major, you're a good friend to Major Nelson and his wife. You make sure she eats some of that."

Forcing a sound from his throat that might of resembled a chuckle Roger muttered a promise of her consumption of food and slowly walked down the hall to Tony's room.

When he opened the door, he gasped and dropped the platter, the resounding crash of food and dishes echoed down the intensive care ward drawing attention to the room. Amanda Bellows woke and proceeded to get up with her husband and jog over to the room as well as nurses and a doctor.