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This is my take on how I would have liked to see the movie go, and if it offends anyone then feel free to not read it. I hope you all have a great day!

The hot desert sand stretched for miles around the perimeter of the city, the heat radiating from it in waves. Jafar let a faint smile tug at the corners of his mouth as he stared down at the city he loved, his mind racing with plans. He recalled a time when the streets of Agrabah hadn't been kind to him as a boy, but that terrible childhood had morphed into the driving force behind his rise to power. He was so close to finally being able to change the city for the better that he thought nothing could go wrong, until the street rat showed up.

Unlike most nobles Jafar didn't hate peasants, but he did hate the one person standing between him and his goal. The lamp was supposed to be his, not Aladdin's. He watched as Princess Jasmine and the street rat took off on the flying carpet, and his heart twinged uncomfortably. He had loved Jasmine in secret for two years, and he wanted to marry her for much more than her power. He sighed, stepping away from the now tainted view. He closed his curtains and went back to his desk, the looming pile of mail beckoning to him. Everything from marriage proposals for Jasmine to war declarations sat in that daunting pile, and the Sultan had airly commanded for Jafar to handle it like it was normal mail.

The Sultan Hamed was a kind man, and one of Jafar's only friends, but he was a foolish king who had let his city go to ruin no matter how good Jafar's advice was. His glory days of building a city up from nothing but sand were long dead, and that was becoming painfully clear. The lamp had been Jafar's one means to convince his friend to fix things without having to usurp the Sultan's power, a move that Jafar had no interest in doing, and Aladdin had ripped that away. The Vizier wouldn't have been so upset at Aladdin if the foolish boy hadn't squandered his wishes, but the brat just wanted power and a women he had only known for three days.

Jafar couldn't really blame the street rat for wanting an easy way out of poverty, since Jafar himself had once been just like him, but Aladdin was self-centered and thick-headed in a way that Jafar had never been. Never had Jafar just wanted power for himself, he had always wanted to save others. The years of hard work with no result, and layer upon layer of frustration had turned him cynical and bitter. Yet, even so, he had never lost his desire to make Agrabah a safer, happier city.

He sat at his desk with a sigh, his hands automatically sorting each piece of correspondence into piles. After ten minutes he was staring at six marriage proposals, three war declarations, two trade agreement disbandments and a note from one of the peasants looking for a lost child. An hour later he had requested peace three separate meetings to repair trade and stave off war, he had politely declined the marriage offers and he had summoned the head of the royal guards to help find the missing child. A knock jolted him out of the letter he was writing.

"Enter."

Razul, the man in charge of the palace's safety, entered his chambers.

"You summoned me Grand Vizier?"

"Ah, yes. Please take this missing child note and go to the family to see if you can offer aide. As usual I received my earnings today, so per usual here are fifty gold pieces to spend on food for the two city orphanages and the poor house."

"Of course sir, I'll get right on it."

He handed Razul a cloth bag filled with gold, and the man bowed politely and left. They had never seen eye-to-eye, with Razul still snidely snubbing Jafar for not being noble by birth, but they had a strong truce. Even as a noble Razul appreciated the work Jafar did for the commoners, since being on the streets as a guard he could understand more of the suffering within the city, and in turn Jafar trusted him with keeping the people he cared the most about safe.

Jafar faced back to his desk, wishing that there was some way he could show Jasmine Aladdin's flaws. In his lifetime Jafar had seen rulers rise and fall due to traits like the ones the street rat possessed, and it terrified the vizier to think that if the boy took the throne a war would wipe out the city. Aladdin's stubborn pride would prevent him from seeing reason, and he would never want to bow down to another ruler even if it meant keeping Agrabah from ruin.

Jafar shook his head wearily. There must be some way to stop Jasmine from convincing her father to let her marry the boy...of course! Why had he not thought of this before? He shoved himself away from the desk, all but running down the corridor into the library. Time passed as he filtered through scroll after scroll, and before he knew it a servant was summoning him for dinner. He subtly popped his vertebrae, trying not to appear anything less than regal. He could smell the food from the library, and his stomach clenched. It would be good to take a break and eat to replenish his strength.

Dinner was a quiet affair that night, the three diners all caught up in their own thoughts. Jasmine was probably mooning over Aladdin, the Sultan was thinking about his newest figuring shipment that would be coming in from a distant country soon and Jafar was trying to solve all of the problems of the kingdom at once. When the meal was completed Jafar bid the royal family goodnight, excusing himself to the library if they needed him. Just as he was about to push open the ornate door a small hand gently reached in front of his. Jasmine had been so quiet that he hadn't heard her follow him, and her sudden appearance would have startled a man with less self-control.

"Princess, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

He inwardly winced at how sarcastic he sounded. Sure, she was taking him away from his imperative studies, but she had no knowledge of that. He hated the way her beautiful doe-like eyes went from rounded to slitted as she picked up on the sarcasm, and he wanted to snap his words back up. She opened her mouth to speak, but he stopped her before she could.

"Your majesty, please forgive my tone. There is much on my mind, and I am a bit worse for wear at the moment."

She stared at him for a moment, and he could have sworn she was looking into his soul. She must have known he was being sincere, because her eyes softened. She placed her hand gently on his arm, and he had to hold in a shaky breath at the unexpected contact.

"That was what I was coming to talk to you about. I know you and I may not be friends, but I have known you for five years now. You are not that much older than me, barely twenty if I recall, yet on days like today you look almost thirty. What is burdening you so?"

He wanted to tell her what was going on, but he knew he couldn't. She would never understand, and her knowledge of life outside of the palace was so minuscule that he doubted she would be able to sympathize with his wanting to make things better for the people of Agrabah. By no means was Jasmine cruel or unkind, she was just very naive to the harshness of life outside of the gilded palace walls.

"Please Jafar?"

His hesitation was evident. How could he burden her with such problems? He would solve the kingdom's looming, dark predicaments himself.

"Thank you Princess, your kindness means the world to me. I, however, cannot share certain things with you."

"Why not? I am no longer a child Jafar, and I wish you and father would stop treating me like I was one."

"I, well Princess, I…"

"Fine. I understand. I am sure it is no business of a woman, or some such drivel. Next time you brood at dinner I will keep my observations to myself."

She spun on her heel and stalked off, her body language clearly telling him to leave her be. He reached out for her belatedly, his fingers swishing through air. He wanted to run after her, to beg her to stay and keep him company, but his pride kept his mouth shut. Jafar pushed open the door, sliding himself into the room and closing it shut behind him. He had work to do, and he couldn't let his heart get in the way.

Several hours later he woke with a start. Just in time to see long black hair trailing out through the doorway. He looked around the room cautiously, but saw nothing amiss. He was scanning the desk he was sitting at when he noticed a small plate with his favorite cookies on it, and as he went to stretch an aqua blue satin blanket slid from his shoulders. Jafar smiled to himself, and his heart did a little flutter. Unbeknownst to him she had been paying attention to the vizier throughout the years, and it gave him the strength to renew his search. He would save Agrabah, and nothing, and no one, would get in his way.