I (completely unintentionally, do not follow my bad example) skipped class today and so I decided to write a new chapter! The fact that I've reached 40+ follows and 20+ favorites may have also played a part!

Oh, and there are quite a few curse words in this chapter! Nothing too horrible, I've left out the use of the 'f' bomb, but there still are a few four letter words!

pinksakura271 - I promise I won't abandon this story. I'm in it to the finish! :)


This was all because of Mal.

If not for the insecure fairy they wouldn't be in this situation. Evie wouldn't be laying somewhere in the dimensions, potentially dead or dying. Carlos is probably whimpering like a puppy somewhere. And Jay was no help to either of them, all because of Mal.

There, of course, was that nagging voice in his head telling him 'it's not all Mal's fault, you played along, you could have refused to help' but he refused to listen to it. It was her fault and she was to blame, that was all there was to it. They easily could have decided to stay in Auradon and just leave their parents, it wasn't like it was a loss to them anyway. Their parents would be stuck on the Isle of the Lost, while the villain children would be causing mischief in Auradon, being careful enough to remain where they were.

But Mal was insecure. She needed her mother's approval, and she believed (really, Mal?) that she would get it if only she gave her mother the wand. Was her skull really that thick? Jay knew exactly how the situation would go. Mal would release Maleficent, she'd claim her daughter (while still keeping her just as she wants her: an insecure insect), and do whatever else to Jay, Evie, and Carlos. Gods know that their parents wouldn't protect them.

Jay, you want your own father's approval. Why else did you play along?

That damn voice.

In an attempt to silence it Jay slammed his fist into his head. He wanted to be angry, and that voice just didn't want to allow that for some reason. Evie was in trouble, Carlos was scared, and Jay was useless.

Everything has gone to shit.


After his short mental breakdown, Jay truly began to take in his surroundings. Previously he had only noticed that he was no longer in the museum, but now he realized he was in a sort of desert area. It was extremely rural, almost no buildings in sight. He also began to notice the temperature. The leather vest he almost always wore was sleeveless, and yet the leather was still too warm. He could feel it sticking to his body already.

His feet were sweaty, his jacket was sticking to him, as was his hair. It was extremely hot, but what made it unbearable was the humidity. The air was thick, and it was as if he was breathing underwater. Jay's body was clearly getting enough oxygen, as he wasn't lightheaded or you know, dead, but it didn't feel as though he was. The air was too hard to breathe in, and it physically hurt to take even the shallowest of breaths.

Jay pulled off his red beanie, deciding it was too hot to look cool, and stuck it into one of his many pockets within his vest. And as he did so, he took a look around to see if there was any sign of civilization.

He had a suspicion that he was being punished. That perhaps the people of Auradon were much crueler than they had anticipated and when they caught the four villain kids in the museum, they sent them to different places where they would die alone.

His more cocky side laughed it off and decided that they wouldn't have the balls to do it. But his more insecure side? Yeah, the one that rarely made an appearance? It said (much louder, I might add) that his dad could do it in an instant, why would the people who sent his parents and in turn left him and all the other kids to fend for themselves, hesitate?

In the far off distance, Jay noticed a shack. And what did that mean, exactly? Where there was a shack that somebody more than likely called home, there was likely water nearby.

And so he began his short journey to the building.


Jay was about to knock on the door when he noticed a pail of water near the door, but no water source in near sight. He lifted the pail up as he decided he needed water enough to take. But as he began to drink, a young boy hit the back of his knee, sending Jay on one knee.

The older boy looked behind for the agitator, surprised at what he saw. The boy that had sent him falling was no older than perhaps five, and even that was probably an overestimate.

"Hey kid, don't you know it's not nice to hit people?"

The younger boy's face scrunched up in a look of disbelief and disgust, one Jay himself had perfected long ago.

"Hey, don't you know it's not nice to steal water! Stealing is a crime here!"

But the older boy was confused. Of course stealing was a crime, but it was just water, sure there was plenty more? And he asked as much.

"I should have your hand! Water is important!"

Have his hand? Where had he heard that before? There was a place where they used to take your hand for stealing, but it wasn't a place like where Maleficent lived, or the Evil Queen, and definitely not like Cruella.

Wait. Agrabah. His dad was from Agrabah, and they used to steal hands! But why would this kid still think that was a punishment? Wasn't it like capital punishment, which was banned in Auradon now?

"I don't think they do that anymore, kid." Jay said, cooly. The kid, however, didn't take it so lightly. His face grew bright red (which was saying something, it was already slightly red from the extreme heat!), and he let out a small growl.

"Of course they do! My papa lost his life that way!" The younger boy said. "They steal so many hands, you know, that you get sick and then you bleed and DIE!" His tone was very matter-of-fact.

Jay fought the urge to roll his eyes. He wasn't very fond of kids, and he never had been. He supposed that was the influence of his dad, who hated any kind of youth. Well, except the women, who he found lulling and potent. But even still, Jay didn't like kids.

"Where's your mom, kid?"

The kid's eyes filled with tears, but he was silent. The older boy did feel bad after this. Maybe he lost his mom, too.

"My name isn't kid."

Jay nodded slowly, feeling awkward and out of place. He didn't comfort anyone, not even Carlos, and especially not toddlers. "Well then, what is it?" He asked slowly.

The boy sniffled slightly, attempting to still appear tough as he puffed out his chest.

"Jafar."


He must have been standing there for a while, being completely silent. Because when he actually went to speak, he found that the boy was no longer in front of him. Instead, he heard clattering inside the small house that he had originally approached.

Jay knocked on the door before entering, not really wanting to see what the boy could hit on his front.

And when he entered the house, he found that it was one room. He suspected as much, but it was still pretty sad. Over in the far left there was a pot, which he assumed was something like a chamber pot, and a bowl, which was probably meant to be filled with water. There was no sink in sight, no sign of running water.

Over in the far right corner (which, to be fair, wasn't exactly far at all) there was two blankets on the floor. It resembled the space he used to sleep in back on the Isle. The first blanket seemed to be used as a sheet, and the second resembled a makeshift pillow.

The younger boy was sitting on the ground, having a small dinner of melons and water. Where he had gotten either, Jay didn't know, but he was glad he didn't have to go hungry. Tonight, at least.

He began to see it, the resemblance. Thinking back, Jay had unconsciously noticed before, during the scrunched expression the boy had made. But how could that be? His father was an adult, and he was exiled! Jafar wasn't a boy, and he definitely wasn't small in width, he was a grown man.

Jay was tempted to ask about the boy's mother again, but seeing how he reacted last time, decided against it.

"This is where you live?"

The small boy nodded before pausing, seemingly in deep thought as a smile crept upon his face.

"Yeah, but one day I'll live in the palace with the Sultan!" Jafar said excitedly. "It's going to be hard work, but I can do it if I just stop being the street rat they call me."

The long haired boys' eyebrow furrowed. A street rat? Jafar hated street rats. At least, before he was sent to the Isle and became on himself (again, apparently?). He supposed that his father had to grow that hatred somewhere, and living what his son thought was a privileged life in the palace, Jay had never truly understand where the hatred grew. He always supposed Aladdin caused it, and perhaps he did somewhat, but Jay was finding this went much deeper than that.

"And you haven't lost your hand?" Jay asked slowly, attempting to tread lightly. "I mean, how are you going to get to the palace? Is this really Agrabah?"

The boy giggled.

"No. Well, I guess. But Agrabah has more people." He said, face darkening once he finished. "I'm going to find a way to live there, I just don't want to leave home. And I'll marry the princess!"

Well, clearly Jasmine wasn't alive yet. She still had years to go before she was born. The Sultan he knew of probably hadn't even been married yet.

"Where's your mom? Why do you have so little?"

The boy's face muscles began working their way into a frown, but it was clear he was fighting it. Jay guessed that Agrabah was not the place to be seen as weak. At least, not now.

"She's gone." Was all the young Jafar had said, but when he received no reply, not even a change in expression, he huffed his breath out. "She just left. She took everything and left me this after my dad died."

Jay was saddened by this. He hadn't known what happened to his own mother, and he supposed the way he's felt since his childhood was how Jafar was feeling now, and probably even in his own time. It was hard not knowing, probably the most difficult thing he had gone through.

As far as he knew his mother just left. Jafar refused to talk about her. But he didn't understand how someone could have this child, know he or she exists, and just leave. Never to check in and say hi, or see if you're alive. Check to see how your only parent is raising you, if you're healthy, happy, anything.

They just didn't care, and that was hard. He went through it, Evie went through it, Carlos, and Mal especially. Now he felt bad for blaming her so much just moments ago. He still felt the way he did, but he understood more now why she had to do this. He felt her pain, the only thing was his father didn't rub his mother in his face. That he got to know her while Jay didn't.

He was the shittiest friend on the planet of shit.


So I had to cut this short. I had made this chapter much longer (or so it feels) than the rest. Jafar's story will be continued, but I need to stay true to the order I originally planned!

I really felt like Jay, being a huge caretaker (to me) and everything would really blame Mal, even just to blame something and be angry. He truly isn't mad at Mal, and that is why I added the ending when I did, so that it could be seen that he does care for his friend, even if she can be trying at times. He just needed something to blame.

Next, the long awaited story of Mal and Maleficent!

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