I haven't been active on the Victorious side of things since last year, wow. I'm sorry about that, I've no excuse worth mentioning as to why I've been gone. Well, I do, but that's kinda personal information I'm sure none of you wanna hear. Anyways, I did say I'd make this one-shot (On my Random Oneshots and Drabbles story) into a multichapter story and that's what I plan on working on. Just know, I'm not really reliable for consistent updates but I promise I don't abandon stories. Hiatuses are very high possibilities, but I won't abandon. Also, I'm rewriting We're Not Monsters, so the one up now is just a template and reference for me now.

DISCLAIMER: I absolutely do not own Victorious or anything associated with it.

Jade POV

"So let me get this straight…you're a genie?"

"Yep."

"And I'm your new master?"

"Until your three wishes are up, yes."

When I woke up this morning, this was the last thing I expected to happen. My mom asked me to go into the basement and put the clothes into the dryer and while I was down there, something shiny caught my eye. I got closer and picked it up, taking it to my room after hitting the button to turn the dryer on. Little did I know that a tanned girl around my age with chocolate brown eyes and chestnut hair pulled up in a high pony tail, only covered by a few pieces of colorful – and nearly see through – cloth was gonna pop out of the…shiny thing.

She introduced herself as Victoria and proceeded to explain everything so I wouldn't be so confused about the situation. That leads us to now, me trying not to stare while thinking up logical explanations and her smiling at my obvious confusion and disbelief.

"You probably find this very humorous, don't you?" I growl out, trying to ignore the heat in my cheeks as I catch a glimpse of her exposed skin.

"Very much so, yes. You're the first mortal I've seen in centuries who hasn't been possessed by greed and used all three wishes within the first five minutes. It's a very nice change, very refreshing." She's pretty chipper for a centuries-old being who's been stuck in that…shiny prison for who knows how long. I'd be pretty pissed, myself, if the roles were reversed.

"So…I can wish for anything I want?" I try and get the train back on track.

"There are some exceptions…I absolutely refuse to bring people back from the dead. Last time I did, Hitler tried to kill all the Jews and the gypsies. Not doing that again." I see her visibly shudder and suppress a chuckle. "Also, I won't make people fall in love. You could force me by commanding me since you're my master, but having a powerful genie who can use magic without you wishing for it…that's not very smart, now is it?"

I feel my heart speed up a little at the cold, angry look her eyes adopt; whether from fear or something else, I don't know. So, I tilt my head in confusion, opting to steer the topic in a safer direction without changing it. "Okay, I get you not wanting to recreate World War II and all, but what about the love thing? Bad experiences or something?"

She shakes her head, the high pony tail whipping around on her head like it's attached to an actual horse, causing me to cover up my laugh with a cough. "For a genie to be free of their confines, they have to love someone and be loved in return. If I were to force someone to love someone else against their will, they'd be as trapped as I am now. It's a fate I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy."

The passion in her voice makes me freeze, only being able to stare at her tanned form. After being trapped for centuries in her own small, shiny version of Alcatraz…she isn't bitter about it. She actually doesn't harbor any hate, jealousy, or even envy towards us mortals; even though we're free, which is what she wants more than anything.

"Why aren't you bitter or something? You've been trapped for centuries, unable to unshackle yourself from your shiny metal confines; going from master to master, asshole to asshole, granting wishes for selfish bastards, one after the other…why aren't you bitter about it?" My voice starts off normal, but as my rant continues, I find myself getting more and more passionate; unable to keep from feeling defensive of the immortal being in front of me.

Victoria gives me a small smile, one that's tinged with sadness and her eyes dimmed in resignation. "When you have centuries to think on things, you realize it takes more effort to be bitter and hateful than it does to be kind and loving. Love bounces around, like a happy bunny without a care in the world. Whereas hate sucks you in like a black hole, rendering you unable to escape until you're completely destroyed."

This makes me pause for a second. This genie, this poor soul who's been trapped for centuries, has more love and kindness in herself than anyone I've ever seen. Well, except my best friend Cat. I feel really bad for her. Suddenly, I get an idea. "Victoria?"

She hums in response, telling me to continue. "What happens when a genie is free?"

The question catches her off guard and she raises an eyebrow. "Uhm…we lose our immortality and live out our lives as a mortal from the age we look at the time we're freed. So if I were to be freed right now, I'd live a mortal life from the age of 17."

"And how does the whole freeing process work?"

"Well, the mortal has to have the purest feelings of love for the genie and be willing to prove it any way they can. Just saying the words "I love you" won't break the bonds. If the genie feels the same way, the metal prison will disappear and they'll be mortal."

"Is there a time limit on my wishes?"

She looks at me, confused. "No, none that I know of. As far as I know, I'm bound to you until your third wish is made. Jade, why are you asking all of these questions?"

"Curiosity. Not every day you meet a genie, y'know?" This has to be the craziest, most insane idea I've ever had…how am I gonna get a genie to fall in love with me? Of all the times to start being nice…

A little different from the one on my one-shot trashcan, but that's to be expected. I've been writing a lot of one-shots for different pairings that I haven't published, mainly for Pitch Perfect (Triple Treble or Bellas Squared) since polyships have fascinated me for a while and they're a little more challenging to write for me which I enjoy. One thing though: would genies fall under supernatural or fantasy? Anyways, hope you enjoyed this and I'll try to make the next chapter longer and get it out soon. Looking forward to hearing from you (whoever's reading this).