A/N: Disclaimer: The dialogue in this is going to be mostly similar to the original episode, but some parts will be different, like who gets kidnapped. I do NOT own Hercules or Aladdin or any of the elements presented in this story. ENJOY!

Chapter 1

It wasn't that long after the gods hung their portrait of Hercules in the stars. People all across Greece were looking up into the sky and saying,

"That's Phil's Boy."

But uur story really begins deep in the dark bowels of the Underworld. Pain and Panic were lounging in Hades' old lair sipping Herculade, Hercules' signature drink. It seemed rather quiet without Hades around screaming.

"So, what do you think?" Asked Pain.

"I think we could get used to this," Panic replied

"See, what'd I tell you?" Pain asked again.

"'If' is such strong word," Panic replied.

As much as they enjoyed themselves, little did they know that someone familiar was snaking his way up form the bottom of the River Styx, and boy was he mad!

As he reached the top, he coldly snaked his way towards the door of his lair, tossing the usual steak to the Cerberus and crossing the river of souls, trying to pull him back in.

Meanwhile, back in the lair, Panic was having second thoughts.

"I've just thought of something," he stated.

"Don't think so much." Pain advised. "Just relax, we've got nothing to worry about."

"I don't know," Panic added. "Im not so sure about this whole 'If is good' thing anymore. I feel like Hades is out there right now, ready to yell his head off."

All of sudden, the door blew down. Outside, a voice yelled at the top of his lungs,

"Pain!"

"Panic!"

In stormed Hades, obviously red in the face from being sucked to the bottom of the River Styx, having to snake his way back up, and having to cross the River of Souls.

They approached him, not realizing they were still carrying their drinks.

"What is that?" He asked, coldly.

"What?" They replied.

He gestured, and when they noticed, they hid their drinks, chuckling apologetically.

He turned even redder in the face at the sight of his henchmen with his worst enemy's merchandise. He was so angry, he exploded into flames, as he usually did whenever he felt this way. He set the whole room on fire, but Pain and Panic were fortunate enough to duck in time.

As soon as he was cool, he sat down at his chessboard, looking for a move to make.

"Well, as long as I'm here, I might as well get back to business," he grumbled.

He looked at his chess pieces, resembling Hercules and Megara

"Oh, WonderBoy, what to do about you and Little NutMeg?" He thought sarcastically. "Well, how's about I serve up a little revenge. A..."

"A dish best served cold," A hissing voice finished.

A tall, thin, ghostly figure emerged from the shadows. He was wore a horn-like pointed black hat with flowing dark red robes and carried a bronze scepter with the top in the shape of a snake's head.

"Are you in charge here?" The stranger hissed.

"Sure, the name's Hades. Lord of the Dead, how you doing?" He greeted.

He held out his hand, but the figure didn't shake. He wanted to get right to business.

"Who are you?" Hades asked.

"I am Jafar, the scourge of Agrabah! Once the most

powerful sorcerer in the world!" The man announced, flailing his arms around a bit.

"Okay… and what are you doing here?" Hades asked. "Since you are, to put it gently, DEAD, why don't you take a little dip in the old River Styx here and sayonara babe, okay?"

As Jafar was being led away, he noticed the chessboard and decided to try and level with Hades.

"Trying to overthrow someone else's kingdom, hmmm?" he asked.

"Yeah, Mount Olympus actually," Hades replied.

"I myself endeavored to seize the throne of Agrabah. I was even an all-powerful immortal genie!" Jafar bantered. "...Briefly."

"Something musta gone way wrong, don't you think pal?" Hades suggested.

"An impudent young street rat named Aladdin interfered and unraveled all my carefully laid plans of deceit and conquest!" Jafar ranted.

This caught Hades' interest.

"Really? You don't say?" He thought. He then had an idea. "Hey, uh, do you like ambrosia?"

He put an arm around Jafar and led him into a room with two red chairs overlooking the River Styx. As they sat down, they begun to share their stories of defeat.

"So, Jerkules sucks up all my men, throws them way up into space and… KABOOM! And then, Zeus wins. This kid is driving me meshuggah."

Jafar was astonished.

"He actually threw them into space?"

"Yeah, lousy demigod strength," Hades droned as he hit himself in the head. "If he had a brain, then he'd be dangerous."

"Well, after Aladdin and his trickery, a muscle bound ox like Hercules will be child's play," Jafar chucked as he sat back with his hands behind his head.

Hades angrily stood up.

"Oh really? You care to back that up, you stiff?

Jafar stood up to clarify.

"In a heartbeat. Which I don't have in so far as I am dead..." he replied as he walked closer to the river.

"Of course, you could remedy that," he added.

Hades thought about it.

"Eh, what have I got to lose?" he decided. Okay my bro!

He grabbed Jafar's snake staff and twirled it around.

"You're back, with a vengeance!" he shouted. "Ah, bata-bing!"

The staff glowed and turned into a real snake. It quickly circled Jafar, turning him to flesh and blood, and then went back to its original state in his hand.

Jafar was ecstatic.

"Yes...yes, I am alive again!" He exclaimed. "And ready to exact my revenge upon Aladdin!"

He started cackling like mad, but Hades seemed to remain his calm, cool self. It did seem complement Jafar, with him being in red and Hades in blue.

"What is that, like a bronchial thing?" Hades asked. "As long as you hold that staff, you are flesh and blood - emboldened, empowered with incredible magic..yadda yadda..."

Jafar started playing with his staff, laughing manically until a hand reached out and took it. This turned him back into a ghost.

"Hello? Priorities babe? All right?" Hades reminded him.

"First you take care of Jerkules, then you are free to 'skitter off and have your stinky little revenge', ha got it?

Jafar remembered.

"Oh, yes, of course... forgive my... eagerness." He drawled.

Hades waved him off and gave him back the staff.

"Hey, okay, no problem. Now go - get down, get funky, get nasty babe."

He took a look and noticed there was no trouble going on today. He thought this was the best time to strike.

To be continued…