Chapter 12
"Aladdin, no!" Jasmine shouted as Jafar pushed her away.
"How many times do I have to get rid of you, boy?" Jafar fumed. "This is impossible; I'm supposed to be the most powerful being in the world!"
Suddenly, a glimmer of an idea flashed through Aladdin's mind. Could it work? He didn't have much other choice at the moment. "No, you're not!" Aladdin retorted, praying the idea would work. "The Genie gave you your powers; he can take them back again!"
Jafar opened his mouth to disagree, and then stopped. "The boy has a point…" he mused, and then cried, "Genie! For my final wish, I wish for you to turn me into a Genie!"
"Nice going, Al…" the Genie said, gritting his teeth. He raised his arms to perform the magic, but Aladdin made a gesture to him.
"You're just forgetting one thing," Aladdin called, hoping the Genie had understood his hasty motion. "A Genie isn't free!" The Genie raised his finger and pointed it at Jafar's wrists, where a dull grey pair of handcuffs appeared. "Looks like you've got some charges on your record, Jafar. Take him away, Genie."
"With pleasure," the Genie said, grinning. Jasmine ran over to Aladdin and wrapped him in an exhausted embrace.
"Hold on, Jasmine," Aladdin said, wriggling away. "Genie!" The Genie turned around and faced Aladdin, still keeping a tight grip on Jafar. "Listen, I have that one last wish, and… well… Genie, I wish for you to be free."
The Genie got a funny soft look in his eyes. "You mean it, Al?" He asked softly.
"I've never been more serious in my life. Have fun, Big Blue Guy, maybe you can come see me after you go around the world or whatever you want to do." Aladdin smiled as the Genie disappeared, taking Jafar with him. Then he rushed back to Jasmine, who was watching from the center of the room. "Now… where were we?" He slipped his arms around her, feeling her tired frame sink into his. The two just stood for a minute, and then Aladdin lifted her chin and moved in for a kiss… but Jasmine pulled away.
"Aladdin…" she looked down hesitantly. "Or Alan, or… I don't even know who you are. I met you and liked you how you were, but you kept lying and switching names, and—"
Aladdin stared at her, ready to be angry, after all, he'd just saved her life and she was asking him to explain himself? But then… she was right. "Well, for starters, I'm definitely Aladdin," he began, leading her to sit down on the stairs and then sat next to her. "And remember Bobby and Omar? Well, Bobby's really my cousin and I actually live there with him and Omar and Cassie…" He told her the whole story of the lamp and Jafar and being Alan Princeton. "And that's really it, you can come see for yourself any time you want." He took a deep breath. "So… do you think you can trust me now?"
"Oh, Aladdin," Jasmine smiled and put her hand to his cheek. She kissed him, a simple, honest, and perfectly forgiving kiss. "I never stopped."
A/N: AND IT'S DONE! Holy cow, I think this is the first story I've ever finished. Sorry for the kinda sappy ending, but it felt… right. Thank you all so much for reading and reviewing, I never could have done it without you. And thank you to the Beatles, without their music I probably would never have been able to finish this. : )