Disclaimer: Aladdin belongs to Disney, to the 'Thousand and One Nights'. He doesn't belong to me.
Summary: Twice, he had asked the same question. Twice, and if he asked again, her answer would always be the same.
Do You Trust Me?
The first time Aladdin had asked her if she trusted him, she had been disguised as a peasant girl.
Jasmine had run away from the palace, escaping an unwanted marriage, and run straight into trouble.
Lost in a strange new world, Jasmine had been terrified as a scimitar was raised above her, only to have the downward swing stopped by a handsome young man. He had saved her, then implied that she was mad, and had the impudence to claim her as sister and to lay hand on her. And somehow, in those few moments, he had stolen her heart.
When the guards had tracked them both down, both had been certain that the soldiers had been after them (Apparently, her new friend was the Street Rat that the head guard was constantly ranting about). Jasmine had panicked, her brain frozen in terror, but was snapped out of her trance when Aladdin held out a hand and asked if she trusted him.
Scared and confused, her answer had been a very eloquent "What?"
His voice was urgent and serious when he repeated the question, but Jasmine had hesitated only a moment in fear before she took his outstretched hand. "Yes."
The second time Aladdin had asked her if she trusted him, he had been the one in disguise.
It was flattering that he had disguised himself as a prince, to try and win her when others failed, but at the time she had only been annoyed at being chased by yet another stuck-up peacock.
He had stolen her heart as Aladdin, now he captured her interest as Prince Ali, who bumbled his way through trying to impress her, said that she could never be a prize and should be free to choose, then obeyed her wish to jump off a balcony.
She had lunged forward, desperate to stop him but knowing that it was too late, when his head popped over the balcony again, wearing an endearing look of earnest confusion. Jasmine's suspicion of his real identity was pushed aside with the shock of this feat, and she could only ask how he did it.
He had swooped up to hover over her balcony, standing on a flying carpet and asked if she wanted to go for a ride. He had smiled and asked if she trusted him.
Surprised and suspicious, her answer had again been an eloquent "What?"
His voice was gentle and encouraging when he repeated the question, and Jasmine had hesitated only a moment in wonder before she took his outstretched hand. "Yes."
Twice, he had asked if she trusted him. Twice, she had answered yes. Jasmine knew that whatever they might face in the future, her answer to Aladdin's question would never change.
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A/N: So, what do people think? This has been bouncing around in my head since I saw the movie when it first came out, and now I've finally written it down.
If you liked it, if you thought it was a random bit of bull, if you read it and didn't care either way, take ten seconds to tell me in a review.
Nat.