Summary: Stuck in the lamp, Jafar ponders. (Oneshot drabble, For jafarjasmineforever2005)

Disclaimer: I don't own Aladdin.

Warning: Onesided-Jafar/Jasmine-ness. One instance of mild language.

Dedication: Written as a gift for jafarjasmineforever2005, who was so incredibly sweet (and patient) in taking my advice for her writing.


I can't believe it. After years of working for that fool of a Sultan, all I got was a cheap fifteen minutes of fame and eternal servitude to a damn lamp! Of all the unfair twists of fate...

It's almost enough to drive one mad, being stuck in this space with that wretched bird squawking away non-stop. I've found that the best way to avoid madness is to always keep thinking, so that's how I keep busy these days. It's just killing time, but it's not as if there's anything else to be done.

I've recalled every aspect of my demise, and what caused it was clearly my own thirst for power. Of course, that princess didn't help things at all. I shouldn't have let myself been distracted by mere beauty. Lust is one of man's greatest weaknesses.

Of course, the princess wasn't only beautiful. She was something more than most other young women. There was a fire, an independence, in her. She was clever and skilled, and that had always made her an annoyance, a threat to my plans.

And yet, the more I've thought about it, the more I've found these once irksome qualities to be interesting, even alluring. Not that it truly matters now, but there was clearly more to the princess than her looks. She was superior; too good for the role fate placed her in.

Just like me. She would have made a good queen... She still will, someday. But on the arm of a foolish streetrat.

I won't claim that it was love, my feelings for her. But maybe... It could have been.


That was actually pretty fun to write. Really short, though.