a/n: Don't own any rights to characters except for Rachel

Jealousy

Jafar was walking quickly back and forth trying to figure out what to do. Since Aladdin had allowed him to live he had to watch everyday him and Jasmine being in love. Jafar thought it was pathetic. Of course he had little interactions with them; he lived in his own wing of the palace and barely ever went outside of it. He would still see them though, whenever he popped his head out. It made his skin curl to watch Jasmine be with that rotten street-rat. Jafar had strange feelings about her. She was probably the most beautiful woman this side of the seven deserts, but there was something more. Probably the hate that clouded their relationship, because most of the time hate turns into love. At this point it had turned into jealousy. Jafar just felt she deserved better. But did he really love her? She was pretty young and he was getting pretty old. If they would ever be together it might be a bit odd and kind of creepy. But it only took Jafar a little bit longer to realize he just wanted revenge on Jasmine for seducing him and tricking him. This time however it wasn't going to be some great evil scheme, but something more emotionally destructive.

Jafar received a note one day inviting him to the annual "Desert Ball". It was event of the year. He had already predicted that Aladdin and Jasmine were invited and of course would go together (they were engaged). Jafar realized that he would probably need a date as well. The only problem is that he was single. Of course that day Jasmine decides to talk to him about the ball.

Jasmine talked to Jafar maybe three times a week. She was mostly informing him about stuff going on at the palace. He would idly listen then agree with whatever she said. They sometimes got into conversations about the military in Agrabah or about cultural topics like books or plays. They had some similar interest, but most of their conversations didn't go into personal matter. After they allowed Jafar back into the palace (this was probably the biggest shock to everyone) they had made an agreement to keep things civil. This time Jasmine was probably just informing him about the ball.

Jasmine slowly knocked on Jafar's door.

"Come in." He answered curtly.

He sighed when she came in and continued to keep a straight face.

"Good morning Jafar. I just wanted to know if you're going to the 'Desert Ball'." Jasmine asked politely.

"Well of course I'm going, why wouldn't I?" He snarled back.

Jasmine ignoring his rudeness continued on. "Aladdin and I just thought since you didn't have date you might decline from going."

Jafar was insulted by this. Did they just automatically think that he did not have date? Did they think he was unable to attract any women? Jasmine certainly had a little attraction to him; she probably couldn't even deny that fact.

Then something clicked into Jafar's brain. He smirked "For your information I do have date. I will be attending the ball with her."

Jasmine tried to hold her shock as best as she could. "Okay…Can't wait to see you two there." She closed the door. Some weird emotion came over her. This news was good, but she felt her heart sink a little. She chose to ignore this and go on with her business.

Jafar laughed wickedly. He then realized he had no date. How was he going to get a date in three days? Jafar thought of all of the females he knew. For being evil Jafar actually had a lot of friends. Some were magical and some international. He thought long about who would be perfect to get Jasmine jealous. He then came across it!

Dear Rachel,

It has been quite a while since we have met. I was wondering if you could do me a favor. See there is this ball in three days and I need a date. I was wondering if you might like to attend as my date. Sorry this all is so sudden and unlike me but for once I'm in real need of one. You are one of my good friends and hopefully you will see this as a friendly act.

Yours truly,

Jafar

Rachel lived in Italy. She was a very powerful sorceress but had retired from being a symbol for good or evil. Jafar had met her at the sorcerers' convention. There had been no love sparks, but a very positive friendship that blossomed. Rachel was very gorgeous and smart. She was one of those girls you don't mess with unless you want your ass beaten.

Of course when Jafar sent the letter Rachel knew after reading it that there was something written between the lines that Jafar wasn't telling her. Rachel enjoyed Jafar's company and found him very humorous. Even if there were probably other intentions, Rachel wouldn't mind spending some time with him. She instantly transported to Jafar's office in matter of minutes after he sent the letter.

A big cloud of purple smoke smashed in Jafar's office. When the smoke cleared there was Rachel standing perfectly with her hands on her hips and a sleek attitude. She was wearing tight black pants, a white tang-top with a loose black cardigan over it. She had dark brown, wavy hair and hazel eyes. She had olive tone skin and an hourglass figure.

"You certainly know how to make an entrance." Jafar commented.

"You certainly know how to write a letter." She responded. Her was voice was very clear and had a hint of attitude. She then proceeded to smile and give Jafar a friendly hug.

"It's been too long." Jafar enthused as they detached.

"Okay Jafar let's get straight to the point. I know there is more to this letter then just you needing a date." She curled her lips into a supreme smile.

"Of course you know. Why do you think I invited you over all my other friends?" He asked sweetly.

"Because I'm the best, obviously; so really what is the real reason for all of this?" She wondered while playing with little things around Jafar's office.

Jafar wanted her full attention so he grabbed whatever she was fiddling with and gave a deep look of anger. She gave a sweet smile back.

"I'm plotting a little revenge scheme." He gave an evil smile. Rachel rolled her eyes; she was so use to hearing about his evil plans. "It is more emotional than physical." He explained.

Rachel was now interested. "Go on." She asked slowly.

"Well you know how I got defeated by that blasted street-rat and his princess girlfriend. I never told you some details." He paused to see her expression. It was blank so he continued. "The princess seduced me and we shared a long kiss—"

"Smart girl, so let me guess now you want her? Cause really Jafar I can't picture you with someone not evil." Rachel interrupted. She was right; Jafar didn't need a yin to his yang, he needed another yang.

"No actually, I only find her looks attractive. She is a shrew and it is only amusing to make her mad."

"So what exactly is your plan?"

"Well I know she sort of has a desire for me—"

"You know this how?" Rachel was in disbelief. Jafar always had an ego.

"I'm a snoop remember? One day I overheard a conversation the Princess was having with her shrink. She said that she sometimes fanatics about me. I was flattered of course but then she said that her hatred for me annihilated any other feelings toward me. So my plan is to break the princess's heart." He smiled smugly at his idea.

Rachel stammered. "How exactly are you going to do that?"

"That's where you come in. You will be my date for this ball and make the princess jealous. She will see how 'in love' we are and be in total envy. Then—"

"Wait so I'm just being used here? You are just using my looks to get your little princess jealous. I will not stand for this kind of disgracefulness!" Rachel yelled.

Jafar did not stir. "Listen Rachel, most girls envy your looks. When Jasmine sees me with you, her heart will start to drop. Then I will try to advance on her. She will fall right into my trap, then BOOM! I will tell her I have no feelings toward her. She will feel like fool expressing those locked, secret feelings with me. It's a full-proof plan!"

Rachel stood there thinking for a moment. Jafar was patiently waiting for a response with his face strait.

"There are a few problems." She pointed out.

"Like what?" he scowled. He hated when his intellect was outsmarted.

"First off what if she has more self-control than you thought and resists you?" Rachel now leaned on his desk casually.

"Trust me; the princess follows her strongest emotions. She likes to get what she wants." Jafar sneered.

"Reminds me of someone," Rachel smirked at him. Jafar rolled his eyes. "Well there is another problem, what if you can't resist her?" She kept the smirk on.

Jafar chuckle, "That will never happen."

Rachel gave him an are-you-sure look.

"I can handle my emotions." He stated sternly.

"Sure you can. You made that pretty obvious when explaining that whole seducing trap." She said in sarcasm.

Jafar sighed. Rachel was hard to angry at. She had a unique likeness about her. "Point made. However I have a plan this time and no seduction will mess me up."

Rachel rolled her eyes and let Jafar's macho attitude win. "There is one more problem left." She continued ruining Jafar's glee.

"And that is?" Jafar asked in a board voice.

"I just don't like the fact that I'm a pun in all of this. Jafar you know what I can do and you know my intelligence level. I hate being underestimated." Rachel fumed.

Jafar tried to settle her down. "Look, if you really think about it I just complimented you." His eyes gave a devilish grin looking at Rachel who had an eyebrow raised. "Yes, I invited you because I know you can make even the prettiest girl in the entire desert jealous. You are the definition of beauty and all those other reasons you gave. Also you could probably make the princess's little boyfriend stray away from her. That would be something. So really you are not a pun, you are more like the queen." He said evilly. Jafar knew how to persuade people using a low soothing voice.

Rachel gave a wicked smile. "Let's make this princess cry!"