DISCLAIMER: I do not own Three's Company or any of the characters involved in this story.

A/N: About a month or so ago, I watched the documentary "Unauthorized Story of Three's Company." And while I was previously aware that Suzanne Sommers originally left the show because there were problems behind the scenes, that documentary really brought things into light for me. What I didn't know, was that Suzanne's husband, Alan Hamel, actually went to ABC producers near the end of the run and made a serious pitch to try to convince them to have Suzanne come back as Chrissy Snow and be Jack's love interest as the series ending and spun off to "Three's a Crowd."

Of course as we all know, the producers rejected the idea and we wound up getting Jack and Vicky for the spinoff.

Now, I'm a huge fan of the show, Three's Company. It definitely ranks in my top 10 shows of all time, maybe even top 5. But I must admit, I did not like the way the show ended. Now I know the majority of TC fans out there think Jack should have winded up with Janet. And I tend to agree, Jack and Janet did have a great chemistry. But when I got to thinking about it, I think a Jack/Chrissy story, while maybe not as good as Jack/Janet, would have been a world better than Vicky. I just flat out didn't like the character of Vicky. And I just didn't see what the big attraction was between her and Jack. And the way the series ended, well, I just think the show could have done better. And apparently I'm not alone, because Three's a Crowd apparently never really went anywhere.

I always thought Jack and Chrissy had some amazing chemistry. The comedic genius of the late great, John Ritter combined with the way Suzanne Sommers perfected the character of the dimwitted Chrissy Snow made for some really funny and also really heartwarming scenes in the first four seasons. When Chrissy left, the focus became more on Jack and Janet. But Jack and Chrissy did have some great chemistry in the early seasons.

So here is my take on the alternate timeline. The ABC producers, after much thought, accepted Hamel's proposal and have brought back Chrissy Snow to be Jack Tripper's love interest as Three's Company is coming to its series ending. This first chapter takes place on the flight home where in the series, Jack met Vicky. However this time, he has an unexpected reunion with his former roommate. Vicky is in this chapter, but only as a minor character.

This is my first attempt at writing comedy, as I've been doing drama. And it is basically impossible to write the kind of prat falls and physical comedy that the late John Ritter was such a genius at. That kind of humor just can't be written out, only performed. But I do my best. So I hope you enjoy.

Jack's eyes are wide. His breathing continues to get faster and faster as he walks up the jetway bridge to the door of the airplane. Sweat glistens off of his forehead and cheeks. The sound of loud airplane engines outside is only increasing the panic that is rushing through his body as the thought of flying on an airplane is terrifying him. It was only a short flight from San Francisco back to Los Angeles. But for Jack, every second aboard that jet would feel like an eternity.

It had already been a horrible day for him. He hated the chef's convention because of the horrible food that was there. He had left his wallet in a taxi. He missed his original flight. And he fell down on the moving walkway at the airport while staring at a pretty young girl causing everyone around to laugh at him while he stumbled and bumbled back to his feet.

He was heading back home after attending a chef's convention, where unbeknownst to him yet, Janet had big news that she had just gotten engaged to Phillip. Terri already knew, and had talked to Jack on the phone earlier that day. But she didn't say anything because Janet wanted to be the one to break the news to Jack.

As he hands his ticket to the flight attendant, a short brown haired woman named Vicky, he begins to breathe so hard that he almost feels like he's hyperventilating.

"Your seat's right back there, sir." Vicky replies to him. "Welcome aboard. Have a good flight."

"Uhm, excuse me. How long is this flight?" Jack asks.

"About an hour and a half, sir." Vicky replies.

"An hour…..an hour and a half?" Jack replies in a wild and crazy tone with a shocked look on his face.

"Yes sir." Vicky replies in a polite and friendly manner.

"You mean as in ninety minutes?"

"Well, unless there is another hour and a half I don't know about." Vicky replies. "If you please, sir, take your seat."

Jack starts to walk back, but then stops again. He is right in the middle of the door way and the people in line behind him are starting to get irritated and annoyed that he is holding up the progress.

"Excuse me, miss. I'm just wondering is the pilot any good?" Jack asks.

"I beg your pardon?" Vicky asks.

"The captain, you know the guy flying the plane. Well, do you know him? Is he any good?" Jack asks.

"Well he must be." Vicky replies.

"Oh good." Jack responds.

"He graduated from flight school last month at the top of his class." Vicky says. "He's very excited about his first flight."

Jack begins to walk back again, but puts on the breaks as he eyes grow wide again and the look on his face turns to sheer panic.

"FIRST FLIGHT!?" Jack screams. "You mean he hasn't done this before? Hold on, let me see if I can't find another pilot." Jack says as he turns around and tries to walk back off the plane before Vicky grabs him by the shoulder.

"Hey buddy, do you mind? We'd like to get to Los Angeles sometime today." says the guy standing in line behind Jack who is visibly frustrated that he's holding up the line.

"Sir, we have a very long line. Can you please take your seat?" Vicky asks again, in a polite but clearly growingly impatient tone of voice.

"My seat?" Jack asks, looking confused at first. "Oh right, my seat." he says in a geeky kind of chuckle that those who knew him well had become accustom too. He slowly, yet nervously makes his way to the coach section of the airplane where he spots his seat. After putting his suitcase in the luggage compartment he takes his seat as the rest of the passengers continue to board.

He begins to feel himself panic as the only thing he can think about is how terrified he is of flying. He grabs the arm of the chair, not realizing that the older gentleman sitting next to him is already resting his arm on it. Jack grabs the arm in a death grip. The man sitting next to him, who was reading a magazine, looks over at him.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" The man asks as he leans over to talk to Jack. An already edgy Jack screams as he jumps up out of his seat. He is so on edge that any little thing just sets him off.

"I beg your pardon?" Jack asks the man as he catches his breath.

"My arm. You were squeezing my arm." The man replies.

Jack adjusts his collar and flashes an uncomfortable smile at him. "Oh, I apologize." he says as he sits back down. "I'm sorry. I'm just a little jittery right now."

"Really? You don't say." The man replies. At this point, Jack tries to make up for it by engaging him in polite conversation.

"You know, you never know what kind of crazy people you're going to run into on these flights." Jack says.

The man, in a business suit, ducks his head and gives Jack a glare over the top of his eye glasses. "I quite agree." he replies, making an indirect jab at Jack who immediately picks up on it. Jack chuckles slightly and looks in his seat pocket and begins rummaging through the contents before finding the vomit bag.

"Excuse me, what's this?" Jack asks the man sitting beside him.

"It's the vomit bag. In case you get sick." The man says.

"Oh good. I just hope it's going to be big enough." Jack replies as he puts the bag over his mouth and begins to breath into it. The bag expands and contracts like a balloon as Jack continues to breathe heavily. The man looks at Jack in an uncomfortable manner and scoots in his seat as far away from Jack as he can, turning his shoulder away from him.

Jack sits there, feeling like his heart is about to jump out of his chest. He tries to focus on his breathing to calm his nerves.

As Jack focuses on his breathing with his mouth glues to the inside of the vomit bag, he suddenly out of nowhere hears a familiar voice that he hasn't heard in over three years.

"You know, when someone earlier asked me if I'd seen a skycap I told them that I didn't know the sky needed to wear a cap. But then I started to think, even the needs to keep the sun out of its eyes." the voice says, followed by several loud snorts.

At first Jack smirks slightly at the joke and it doesn't initially register to him just who it is. But then he hears that very same voice speak up again.

"You really should tell somebody at the airport that they need to change their signs. I saw one that said for a baggage carrousel. And I looked and I looked, but I didn't see a merry-go-round for bags anywhere." the voice says.

At that point, Jack suddenly realizes where that voice is coming from. It's from three seats behind him on the other aisle. Jack unfastens his seat belt and stands up and turns around to look.

Sure enough, there she is in her golden blonde hair with her one side ponytail and her short city shorts who is talking to one of the flight attendants. Jack rubs his eyes once just to make sure he's seeing things right. When he looks again, he knows for sure it's her.

It's Chrissy Snow, his old roommate, the original blonde one when he first moved into the apartment. He hadn't seen her in nearly three years since she returned home to Fresno. Initially both he and Janet thought it was going to be a temporary visit. But it wound up being a permanent stay. After a few phone calls, they soon lost touch as Jack went about the business of working for Mr. Angelino and opening Jack's Bistro. He never even got a chance to say goodbye to her. This is all stuff he is just realizing now as he looks over at her.

"Chrissy?" Jack says to himself as he stares at her for a moment. He can't believe his eyes. There, just three seats back on the other side of the aisle was the girl he shared an apartment with for four years. And suddenly, just like that, he wasn't panicked anymore. He was smiling for the first time as a hoard of good memories came flooding back to him.

Jack starts to walk over to her to say hi. But before he can make it, he is grabbed on the back of the shoulder by Vicky.

"I'm sorry, sir. But you must take your seat. We'll be taking off at any moment." Vicky says.

"Taking…T-t-t-t-taking off. As in, going up in the air?" Jack stutters.

"Yes. That is the idea." Vicky says masking her disbelief with a friendly smile. "Now you are going to have to take your seat at once."

"Yeah, but I just want to say hi to that girl back there." Jack says. Vicky, losing her patience gets much more assertive.

"Sir, take your seat, now!" she says as she pushes Jack in the direction of his seat. Jack falls over the arm of his seat and falls into the lap of the man who was sitting next to him as his legs go flying above his head and he winds up in a precarious position on the floor. Jack screams as he falls, causing the entire plane, including Chrissy to look in his direction.

"Are you crazy?" yells the man as he jumps up. Jack slowly makes his way to his feet.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm really sorry." Jack says.

"More like you're clumsy." The man replies. At that point, Chrissy sees Jack and recognizes him immediately.

"Jack?" Chrissy says as she unfastens her seat belt and goes rushing over to him. "Jack Tripper! Oh my God!" Chrissy screams as she cups her hands over her nose and mouth with excitement.

"Chrissy!" Jack says with excitement and joy on his face as the two embrace in a touching reunion hug.

"Jack, what are you doing here?" Chrissy asks.

"You know this idiot?" asks the man who was sitting next to Jack.

"Know him? I lived with him for four years." Chrissy says.

"Where, in a mental ward?" The man asks, taking a verbal jab at Jack. At that point, Vicky cuts in.

"Listen, I hate to break up this little reunion, but everyone needs to take their seats immediately so we can take off.

"Oh my, uhm, stewardess. I think I left my wallet in the bathroom. Can I go look, please?" Jack says, looking for an excuse to get off the plane, as he suddenly comes back to where he's at.

"Oh no you didn't, Jack." Chrissy replies as she looks at his back pocket. "You're wallet's in your back pocket, silly." Chrissy says as she laughs and snorts in typical Chrissy Snow manner.

Jack looks at Chrissy, his face white with fear. She can immediately tell that something's wrong. "Jack, is everything all right? You look upset." Chrissy asks. Jack leans in to whisper to her.

"Chrissy, I'm more than upset. I'm petrified. I'm afraid of flying." Jack whispers to her and then bites down on his knuckle. Chrissy begins to worry about him.

"Oh, uhm, excuse me. Would you mind switching seats with me? I'd really like to catch up with my friend and…." Chrissy starts, getting cut off in mid-sentence.

"Gladly!" The man exclaims as he wastes no time accepting Chrissy's offer so that he doesn't have to sit next to Jack the entire flight. Chrissy goes and grabs her carry-on back and takes a seat next to Jack as the man goes and sits in the seat Chrissy was originally in.

A nervous Jack fastens his seat belt as he stares straight ahead. Chrissy takes the seat beside him. Within minutes, the plane starts to taxi out onto the runway as the captain comes over the intercom.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we thank you for flying with us today. At this time, we request your give your full attentions to the flight attendants at the front of your cabin as they will demonstrate the safety features aboard the aircraft." The captain announces.

"Safety features?" Jack whispers to Chrissy.

"When the seat belt light illuminates, please make sure your seat belt is firmly fastened. There are several emergency exits located at the front and rear of this aircraft. Please take a moment to locate the exit nearest to you." The captain announces as Jack gulps.

"Chrissy, why do we need to know where the emergency exits are? Is he expecting an emergency?" Jack asks.

"Shhh. It's all right, Jack." Chrissy whispers as she squeezes Jack's arm for reassurance.

"In the event of a water landing, your seat cushion acts as a floatation device…."

"W.w.w.w.w..w. landing? Chrissy? What water landing? Are we going swimming on this flight?" Jack says while stuttering as he begins to sweat like a pig.

"Shhhhhhh." Chrissy replies. Jack can feel his heart beat faster and faster as he continues to listen to the safety announcements.

"Oxygen and air pressure are constantly monitored. In the event of decompression, an oxygen mask will automatically drop in front of you from the ceiling….." The captain says and continues the instructions on how to place the oxygen mask over your nose and mouth. At this point, Jack totally cracks.

"OH MY GOD, WE'RE GONNA DIE!" Jack screams out loud as he tries to get out of his seat, but the seat belt has him glues to the seat. This results in a comical squirm as Jack flails his arms and legs to try to get out. Everyone in the cabin turns to look at him as he makes a scene.

Chrissy chuckles as she sees that Jack hasn't changed. He's still the same comical, overdramatic, funny guy that she lived with for four years.

Twenty minutes later, the plane is in full flight. Jack remains glues to his seat. Sweat is pouring off of his forehead, and the fear is etched on his face as he is frozen in his seat like a statue. Chrissy continues to sit in the seat next to him, looking over at him every few seconds with concern on her face.

"Jack?" Chrissy speaks out. He doesn't answer but instead continues to stare straight ahead. "Jack?" Chrissy says again a little louder, still no reply. At that point, she becomes worried and reaches over and lightly shakes his shoulder.

"Bahhhhhh!" screams a startles Jack, simultaneously scaring Chrissy. Jack comes out of his fearful looked trance and looks over at her, adjusting his shirt and wiping the sweat off his face.

"Yes?" Jack replies, in a high pitched voice as he clears his throat. "Uhm, yes."

"I was just going to ask how Janet and Larry are." Chrissy says.

"Who?" Jack asks, the high stress getting to him.

"Janet and Larry. You know, your roommate and your best friend." Chrissy says, correcting him.

"Ohhhh, ha ha." Jack chuckles with an embarrassed look on his face. "That Janet and Larry. I thought you were talking about, oh never mind." Jack says. "They're great, fantastic, couldn't be better."

"Really? They're really doing great?" asks Chrissy.

"Yes. Why wouldn't they be?" Jack says. "They're on the ground."

Chrissy laughs, snorting slightly as she does. She always did laugh as Jack's jokes, regardless of how funny they were or weren't.

"And you're doing fine?" Chrissy asks.

"Me? Oh yeah. I'm doing great. Did you know I opened up my own restaurant?" Jack says.

"You did?" Chrissy gasps.

"Yeah, Jack's Bistro. It's this small little French restaurant." Jack says.

"Oh Jack, that's wonderful!" Chrissy says with childlike enthusiasm in her voice. "That's what you always wanted, to own your own restaurant."

"Well, I don't really own all of it. This guy named Angelino, who I use to work for, leased this place to me to run, and he collects the rent every month along with a percentage of the profits I make." Jack explains.

"Oh, well still, your own restaurant. That's great, Jack! Gosh, I'm so happy for you." Chrissy says. Jack's anxiety slowly begins to go down as he converses with Chrissy.

"So uhm, how have you been? How's your mother? I think the last time I talked to you; you said she was in pretty bad shape." Jack says.

"Yeah." Chrissy says, a frown comes over her face. "She passed away 2 years ago." Chrissy says. Jack's face immediately turns serious.

"Oh Chrissy, I'm so sorry. That's awful. I wish you would have told me. Maybe, I could have helped out."

Chrissy chuckles. "Hey, Jack, you have your own life to live, Mr. big shot restaurant owner. You don't have time to get bogged down in my problems. Besides, my father and I managed." Chrissy says. Jack frowns, feeling bad for Chrissy.

"So uhm, how is the reverend these days?" Jack asks.

"Well, to be honest, I only see him about once a month when he's in town." Chrissy says. "He's been traveling so much ever since my mother died, doing missionary work. I think he does it mostly to keep his mind off of her. That's actually why I'm heading to Los Angeles. He's down there preaching a sermon this week. I thought I'd fly in and surprise him. It is his birthday today after all."

"Really? Well tell him I said happy birthday." Jack says.

"I will." Chrissy says as she looks at Jack and smiles. Jack suddenly realizes that with her mother gone and her Dad on the road all the time, he wonders who keeps Chrissy company.

"So, I bet you got a nice little apartment back in Fresno, huh?"

"Actually, I moved up to San Francisco a year ago." Chrissy says. "I've been staying with one of my father's friends, a minister and his wife, and working as a secretary."

"Oh Chrissy." Jack says. "You're still a secretary?"

Chrissy shrugs. "Hey, it brings home the bacon." she says. "To be honest though, I sometimes miss the old apartment with you and Janet. Those were the best years of my life." Chrissy says as she starts to stare off at the ceiling for a moment, then turns to Jack. "I still remember how you could always make me laugh, even when I was in the crummiest mood, and how wonderful it was waking up and having one of your delicious pancake breakfasts in the morning. It would always bring a smile to my face."

Jack nods his head. "Yeah. Well Chrissy, to be honest, some days I really miss having you around too." Jack says.

"You do?" Chrissy asks in an unsure tone.

"Yes. I mean, the way you'd get so excited, and the way you use to laugh and snort. That could always brighten my day." Jack says.

"It could?" Chrissy asks.

"Yes. And the way you'd always stuff your face after I baked your favorite cake. I have to tell you. I don't think I've ever encountered anybody who enjoyed my cooking as much as you did." Jack says. The two of them start to laugh. Jack is now completely calm and enjoying himself with Chrissy. However, this is short lived as the plane shakes when it hits some minor turbulence. In a moment, Jack's fear and anxiety races back up again as he grabs both arm rests in a death grip and looks forward.

"WHAT WAS THAT?" Jack asks with a panicky expression on his face.

"I don't know. A speed bump maybe?" Chrissy says. Jack looks over at her and rolls his eyes slightly. It was another Chrissy Snow moment that he use to become accustom too, but is just now realizing how much he's missed it since she left. He spots Vicky coming up the aisle and reaches out and grabs her arm.

"Excuse me, miss." Jack says. "But, what was that?"

"What was what?" Vicky asks.

"Why did the plane shake just now?" asks Jack.

"Oh that? Probably just a little pocket of turbulence. Nothing to worry about, sir. Just relax." Vicky replies.

"Oh? Are you sure we didn't hit a mountain or something?" Jack asks.

"Yes sir. I'm sure." Vicky says.

"Well, maybe you should go outside and check, just to be sure." Jack says. Vicky looks at him and rolls her eyes, as she wonders for a moment if Jack really knows how dumb he sounded just there.

"Right, so uhm, why don't I bring you a drink, to help calm your nerves." Vicky says.

"That would be nice." Jack says.

"Ok. What would you like? Beer? Scotch? Burbon? Gin?" Vicky asks.

"That would be nice." Jack says. Vicky glares at him for a second.

"I'll just bring you a gin and tonic." Vicky says. "And you, ma'am?" she asks Chrissy.

"Oh, I'll just have a diet Coke." Chrissy says.

"Okay. Would you like to drink that directly out of the can?" Vicky asks.

"Oh, uhm no." Chrissy says. "I mean I use to have a dog that drank out of the toilet, but I like mine in a glass."

Jack chuckles to himself at Chrissy's joke. Vicky just rolls her eyes and walks away.

A short time later, Jack and Chrissy are enjoying their drinks. Jack's Gin and Tonic, along with Chrissy's company does appear to be calming him down somewhat. They have caught up somewhat, as Jack has talked a little about Janet, Larry, and Mr. Furley, as well as the two roommates that they had since Chrissy left, Cindy and Terri.

Chrissy talks about what she has been up to from staying with her parents to moving up to San Francisco and about how her career has not gone quite like she had planned, but she's happy with what she has. The subject of relationships hasn't come up at all thus far. But as Jack starts to hear Chrissy's story, he begins to feel bad for her as it becomes more and more evident that she is lonely and misses the time she had back at the apartment. Finally, Chrissy decides to break the ice and ask Jack who about girlfriends.

"So Jack, tell me, who's the latest girl you're chasing?" asks Chrissy.

"Girl?" Jack asks.

"Yeah, I bet you haven't changed. You and Larry were always trying to snag a new babe every week. I bet that's one part of your life that hasn't change." Chrissy says as she laughs, while snorting slightly.

"Well, uhm, yeah Chrissy, I guess you can say I'm still chasing them. But I have to admit, it would sure be nice to find one I can hang onto for more than a week."

"Oh?" Chrissy asks with curiosity. "Don't tell me that Jack Tripper, the ladies' man, is growing tired of the chase?"

Jack shakes his head as he takes a sip of his gin and tonic. "I don't know, Chrissy. I mean, to tell you the truth. You knew me when I was still in cooking school and living the worry free life. But now I own my own restaurant and I finally am starting to feel like I have some kind of a future, at least career wise. And after all these women over the years, I can honestly say I haven't found many that I can honestly say I picture myself settling down with. And my not many, I mean zero." Jack says.

"Oh, I see." Chrissy says quietly, followed by a brief period of awkward silence as both of them collect their thoughts.

"So what about you? There's no way someone with your looks can't be attached."

Chrissy stays quiet for a moment before looking at Jack and shaking her head no. He's unsure what that means.

"Is that No as in no you aren't attached or no, I'm right and there's no way you aren't attached." Jack says as he immediately ponders what he just said and if it makes any sense.

"Oh Jack, that sounds like something I would say." Chrissy says as she laughs and snorts again. Jack smiles as the more Chrissy does it, the cuter she looks to him.

"It does, doesn't it?" Jack replies.

"No Jack. I'm not attached." Chrissy says. "Every guy out there is a rat. They take me out and they only have one thing on their mind."

Jack grins slightly upon hearing Chrissy isn't attached yet, but feels kind of bad as he believes she truly deserves somebody who will make her happy. "Well Chrissy, it's their loss. Because any guy who doesn't take the time to get to know you and who you really are is missing out. And if guys out there knew you the way I do, they'd be lined up around the corner to go out with you." Jack says with a friendly grin on his face.

"They would?" Chrissy says. At that moment, Jack looks over at Chrissy into her eyes. By now he has totally forgotten that he is on a plane. Chrissy is looking back at him. They are both feeling a connection. This is something that is reminiscent of an incident that happened many years ago, shortly after Jack moved into the apartment. One night, when Janet was sleeping down stairs in Mrs. Roper's apartment, leaving Jack and Chrissy alone, there was nearly an intimate moment between them. Chrissy intentionally made herself look bad with hair curlers, a shower cap, and a robe in order to avoid any advances by Jack. But Jack told her that she looked even more beautiful that way and the two nearly took their friendship to another level before Jack decided not to go any further out of faithfulness to his girlfriend at the time.

This silent and tender moment is broken by the feeling of the plane shaking once again as in an instant; Jack goes into panic mode as he's quickly brought back to the reality that he is on an airplane. His eyes widen as he looks straight ahead, grabbing the arm rests in a death grip. At that moment, an announcement comes on the speakers.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seat belts. We are experiencing some minor turbulence. Thank you." The captain announces. Jack's face turns white with panic as he's about to make one of his over reacting scenes that he's been known to do over the years.

"OH MY GOD! THIS IS IT!" Jack screams as he loses control of his hand, which is holding his Gin and Tonic. The drink winds up spilling in Chrissy's lap. Jack gapes as he realizes what he's done.

"Jack, you klutz." Chrissy says out loud in frustration.

"Chrissy, I'm so sorry."

"Great, now my clothes feel like they've been washed in a brewery." Chrissy says in frustration as she unfastens her seat belt and gets up and scotches through the seats and makes her way to the aisle.

"W.w.w. a second. Where are you going?" Jack asks, as he stutters.

"I'm going to the bathroom to try to clean this off." Chrissy says with a frustrated look on her face.

"Wha…Right now?" Jack asks. "You mean you're going to leave me alone?" Jack asks as he grabs at Chrissy's arm like a baby.

"Yes, I am, Jack." Chrissy replies. "You big baby."

"Yeah, but what if something horrible happens?" Jack asks. At that point, Chrissy looks down at her clothes, which are soaking in Gin and Tonic, and then looks back up at Jack with an exasperated, yet cute expression on her face.

"I think we're too late for that." Chrissy says. "Excuse me." she says as she makes her way past Jack and back to the back.

Jack sits there briefly as for a second he thinks about what an idiot he just make of himself. But those thoughts are quickly vanquished as more turbulence causes the plane to shake. Jack immediately turns into a big chicken and in classic over reacting Jack Tripper fashion, un-buckles his seat belt and chases after Chrissy towards the back of the plane.

"Chrissy! Chrissy, wait!" Jack calls out. As he makes his way to the rear of the plane, the turbulence knocks him off his feet a couple times. Once he falls over an old woman sleeping. And the second time, he stumbles backwards falling into a guy eating popcorn out of a box as he winds up going head over heels.

"Don't worry; I think the prize is still in there." Jack says as he hands the man back his popcorn. The man just snatches it out of Jack's hand.

As Jack gets back to the rear of the plane, Chrissy is opening up the doors to one of the tiny restrooms they have on jet planes.

"Chrissy!" Jack calls out.

"Jack, do you mind?" Chrissy whines as she opens into the door and goes into the bathroom, which is her way of telling him to get lost.

"No, I don't mind. I just want to help." Jack says.

"No thanks, Jack. You've done enough already." Chrissy says as she starts to go into the bathroom. Jack tries to get in front of her and get into the bathroom first.

"Chrissy, if you just wait out here, I'll get some towels and….." Jack starts to say.

"No Jack, just go back and sit down." Chrissy argues. At that exact moment, the plane hits some more turbulence and as it does, both Jack and Chrissy stumble into the bathroom and the door shuts behind them. Jack winds up sitting on the toilet with Chrissy on his lap.

"Well, I sat down." Jack jokes. Chrissy smacks him on the shoulder. She immediately jumps up and tries to open the door. However, the door is stuck and won't move.

"It's stuck." Chrissy says to him.

"Are you kidding? It's not stuck." Jack says, putting on a comforting smile as he tries to open the door but also with no success. "It's stuck."

"That's what I just said." Chrissy replies as both her and Jack try to open the door. With no success on opening the door, and feeling how cramped the bathroom is, Jack begins to bang on the door really loud.

"HELP!" Jack screams, hoping someone outside will hear him. Chrissy covers her ears immediately.

"Shhhhh, Jack, my ears." Chrissy says.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Jack says.

"Well, this is great. How are we going to get out of here?" Chrissy asks.

"Well, sooner or later somebody's going to have to come back here and go to the bathroom. I mean, face it, Chrissy. It could be a lot worse." Jack says as he looks at her. Chrissy begins to nod her head.

"It's worse." Chrissy replies.

"What?" Jack asks, turning to her.

"I have to go to the bathroom." Chrissy replies. Jack's face turns red with embarrassment as he begins to panic and once again bang on the door.

"HELP!" Jack screams again.

"Jack! I'm a little young for a hearing aid." Chrissy says. In frustration, Jack smacks his forehead with his palm and shakes his head.

"My God, what a day." Jack says. "This is a nightmare." he says as he sighs and kicks at the door in frustration. Chrissy sits down on the toilet and begins to chuckle, then she begins to outright laugh. At first, Jack looks at her like she's nuts. But then begins to laugh along.

"Wha…What are we laughing about?" Jack asks.

"Oh, I was just thinking about that time…you know what this reminds me of…." Chrissy says as her laughter begins to grow. "You remember when my cousin Jay left his handcuffs in our apartment and we accidently handcuffed ourselves together."

"Oh yeah." Jack says as he begins to laugh harder. "I remember I had a date with that Brenda girl, you know, the human blender."

"Yeah, you remember that cop saw us down at the Regal Beagle and then followed us to our apartment." Chrissy says.

"Yeah, and then you hid under the table why I ate that cake out of your hand with gloves on." Jack says, as the two begin laughing hysterically.

"And then you hid with me in the shower." Chrissy laughs, by this time they are both in tears from laughing so hard.

"Oh those were the fun days." Jack says.

"Yeah, I mean, you would think hiding in the bathroom would be safe enough. But no, he just came barging in." Chrissy says.

In comedic timing, at that point the bathroom door opens from outside and a woman tries to enter but puts on the breaks when she sees Jack and Chrissy in the bathroom. It's Vicky, who looks at them, then puts her hands on her hips as an immediate misunderstanding comes into place

"What is this?" Vicky asks. "I'm sorry, but there will be no joining of any special clubs on this flight."

"No, see you don't understand." Jack starts. "See, we had a little accident, and she got all wet. So I was helping her dry off and we got stuck."

Jack gulps as he realizes what he just said only served to make things worse.

"Listen, I don't need the details. Just one of you needs to get out of here, now. We'll be landing shortly." Vicky says.

"Yes ma'am." Jack says as he gulps and then leaves the restroom, returning to his seat.

"Flight attendants, please take your seats for landing." The captain announces over the loud speaker.

As the plane descends, Jack sits in his seat with his hands folded and in praying position. Chrissy is sitting next to him.

"Oh please God, Oh please God, Oh Please God, Oh Please God." Jack keeps saying quietly over and over again.

"Jack, don't you think that's enough?" asks Chrissy.

"Huh?" Jack asks, raising his head up slightly.

"Well, you see it all the time with mothers and kids. If the kid keeps asking over and over again, eventually the mother gets angry and storms out of the store." Chrissy says.

"What's your point, Chrissy?" Jack asks.

"My point is, if you keep asking God, eventually he might get angry and storm out and then you won't get what you want." Chrissy says. Jack turns to look at her and ponders where she comes up with these ideas sometimes.

At that moment, the plane touches down on the runway. The impact startles Jack who immediately yells out in dramatic fashion, and ducks his head, covering it up with his hands. Several people look over at him, thinking he's crazy. Chrissy looks outside to see that the plane is now on the ground. She then starts to poke Jack on the shoulder.

"Jack…..Jack!" she whispers. "Jack, we're on the ground."

"Chrissy not now, I can't….." Jack starts to say but then stops when he realizes what she just said. "We are?" Jack asks as he picks his head up and looks out the window to see the runway. "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you." Jack says repeatedly to himself as he folds his hands.

"Jack, too many thank yous might not be good either." Chrissy says.

"Who cares, Chrissy? We made it." Jack says as he takes a deep breath and sits back in his seat, while the plane taxis its way to the gate.

Minutes later, the passengers are getting off the plane at the gate. And Vicky is saying goodbye as they depart.

"Thank you, come again. Thank you, please come again." Vicky says to the passengers as they depart. Eventually she comes across Jack who looks at her with a funny expression as she glares at him.

"Uhm, sorry about the trouble on board. I'm sure this kind of thing happens all the time, right?" he says while chuckling slightly in a geeky manner.

"Have a good day, sir" Vicky says in a stern voice.

"Don't I get a please come again?" Jack asks with a chuckle.

"Good-bye!" Vicky says, raising her tone slightly.

Jack exits the plane and walks up the jetway into the airport. Chrissy follows up. Inside the terminal, he turns to Chrissy.

"Well Chrissy, can I interest you in a drink at the Regal Beagle for old time sake?" Jack asks. "I know Janet, Larry, and Mr. Furley would love to see you again."

"Oh Jack, that's sweet. But I have to be going. My father's party is in just a few hours. And I want to make sure I'm there in plenty of time." Chrissy says to Jack.

"Oh, okay. Well, maybe tomorrow then?" Jack asks.

"I fly back home tomorrow." Chrissy says with a disappointed look on her face. The expression on Jack's face instantly turns to one of sadness as he realizes right then and there that this may be the last time he ever sees Chrissy again.

"Oh, okay. Well, I guess this is it then, huh?" Jack says sadly.

"I guess so." Chrissy says. There is a moment of silence in between them as both are feeling sad that they have to depart. They both had a wonderful time catching up and are sad that it is ending. "Well, don't I get a hug?"

"A hug? Oh yes, of course." Jack says as he goes over and hugs Chrissy tightly as she wraps her arms around him and hugs back. "It was so good to see you again, Chrissy. And I'll be sure to tell Janet and everyone that you said hello."

"And I'll be sure to tell everyone back home that you said hello too." Chrissy says.

"But nobody in San Francisco knows who I am." Jack says with a confused look on his face.

"And they never will if you don't start introducing yourself." Chrissy says as she laughs and snorts at the same time in typical Chrissy Snow fashion. Jack chuckles, holding back the sadness he is feeling at that particular moment.

"Well, take care, Chrissy." Jack says.

"You too, Jack. It was great seeing you again." Chrissy says. She waves at him with a sad look on her face and turns around and starts to walk away. As Jack watches her walk away, the reality that he may never see her again starts to set in hard. At that instant, he knows he can't let her just leave like this. And before she gets too far away, he chases after her.

"Chrissy! Chrissy, wait up!" Jack yells out as he goes rushing over to Chrissy, who turns around and looks at him.

"Jack, what is it?" Chrissy asks.

"Chrissy, will you come to my bistro tonight? You know, after the party." Jack asks.

"Jack, I don't know. I mean….." Chrissy starts.

"Chrissy please, it would mean a lot to me if you saw my restaurant while you're in town. I'll prepare a dish you will never forget and it will be entirely on me." Jack says.

"Well Jack, that's sweet." Chrissy says. "But this party may run really late and I don't know."

"Oh Chrissy, please. You may never get another chance like this again." Jack says, practically pleading.

Chrissy sighs, taking a deep breath. "Well, all right, Jack. I'll think about it." Chrissy says.

"Great you'll…Think about it?" Jack says.

"That's right." Chrissy says.

"Well, how will I know whether you're coming or not?" Jack asks.

"Well, if I'm not there by 9:00, I'm not coming. I never eat after then, it gives me nightmares." Chrissy says. At that point, she leans in and gives Jack a kiss on the cheek. "Goodbye Jack. It was so wonderful to see you again." she says with a cheerful smile. She turns around and walks away.

Jack stands there waving at her. As he watches her walk away again, he begins to feel funny. He can't put his finger on it. He lives with her for four years and saw her every day. But now, watching her walk away in the airport, he's suddenly seeing her in a different way, a way he's never seen her before.

TO BE CONTINUED

A/N: All reviews are greatly appreciated.