Disclaimer: For the last time, literally, I DON'T OWN ALADDIN. PART OF THIS FIC GOES TO HAILLIE. JAFARCRAZY AND HAILLIE KEPT ME MOTIVATED THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE THING, THAT AND THE THOUGHT THAT HAILLIE THE INSANE GENIE WAS LIVING OUT THERE IN THE FIC WITHOUT A FATE. THANK YOU.

A/N: Wow. I think I'm drunk on capital letters today.

Sadly, the epilogue will be the last official chapter in Differences. Ever get that feeling in the second-to-last chapter that you're so glad to be finished, then in the last one you decide that you're going to bawl the moment you're finished writing the fic? Yeah. I've got that feeling right now.

After the epilogue, I will post the completed "Differences" soundtrack list, which I think I could have done a better job with. If you have a better song for any chapter, let me know, and I'll change it and give you credit! After that, I will be leaving a LONG Author's Note, (posted separately), about the fic and such other doodads.

Anyways. If I keep typing, the Author's Note for the Epilogue will probably be larger than the epilogue itself.

-DewWater

EPILOGUE

(Normal POV)

The deep, full, and pleasantly resonating sound of wedding bells clashed through all of Agrabah, ringing true. They faded slowly and sweetly, and the haunting tunes of an organ playing took over.

The bright, searing Saudi Arabian sun was brilliantly shedding its rays today, pleasantly warming the silken sand that ran between everybody's sandaled toes. The wisps of white, streaming cloud winged aimlessly past on a full, pale blue sky that stretched to the end of the world. Distantly, behind a haze of heat, the dunes of the desert rose majestically.

In the city, everything was bustling. Sellers eagerly shouted for people to buy their wares on this wondrous day, half price or more if they were willing to barter with the crafty market men. Women hurried past, the moons of their faces glinting from within their best headscarves. Men strode with dignity in their best robes, the older ones bearing proud beards and hauling along wailing children.

Throughout all of the noise, the inside of the palace was as quiet, cool, serene, and most of all, detached from this hurried outside world as possible. The sunshine shafted through a multitude of rounded stained glass windows, mutilated into swirling painter's rainbows on the tiled floors of the main hall.

Cool air, truly cold air, breezed through the wooden ceiling fans as they blasted scented sandalwood coolness down to the sweating guests, all standing clothed in layers of their finest and full of nervous energy.

The organ music continued on, unperturbed by the sudden tenseness of everybody in attendance of the room. It droned on, reaching the high domed ceilings of the palace, where it vanished slowly into thin air. The sad, mournful medley full of angst stopped, and turned abruptly into a more cheerful tune as the grand oak double doors at the end of the hallway swung open with a bang.

The bride was positively lovely. More than that. Beautiful.

Aladdin stood, with the ridiculous Ali hat with a feather added on at the end of the hallway, and thought appreciatively to himself, "Jasmine, my Jasmine." Unfortunately for the groom, the majority of the courtiers had decided that whenever Aladdin was allowed to make his vows for himself at the two weddings to Jasmine that had already been attempted, it always ended badly. Therefore, this time, Haillie had securely shut his mouth with duct tape.

Jasmine had veiled her face with a brilliantly red headscarf. The pattern of silver suns and golden moons that adorned it glittered as she processed down the hallway, hugging the red and gold robes that adorned her body, shyly fidgeting with the multicolored bangles that progressed all the way up to her elbow.

She at last reached the end, where Aladdin was waiting, looking happy to the point of giddiness, even with the duct tape. Haillie stood behind him, and huffed, looking happy at the same time for the young couple.

"I do," murmured Jasmine softly, almost intelligible.

"Mmph," muttered Aladdin through the duct tape. "I do," Haillie quickly made up for him.

As the honking of horns began amongst the crowd, Jasmine looked confused and abashed. "Did I just marry Haillie, or Aladdin?" she laughed as she and the groom were pulled along by the eager tide of the crowd. Haillie smiled. "I sure hope it wasn't me, because I'm planning to marry Genie later today." Jasmine and Aladdin both choked on their drinks and spat. "WHAT?" raged Jasmine. Despite the circumstances, she still considered Haillie to be "her" genie.

Haillie laughed uproariously. "You should have seen your faces!" she laughed. "Heck, do I look like the kind of person to settle down?" Jasmine and Aladdin looked at each other, considered lying, but then meekly shook their heads at the hot pink, eccentric genie. She toasted the new couple.

"Can't wait till the coronation," she muttered, going away to find Jala.

……………………….

Later that afternoon, the room was silent again. The mess created at the wedding, mostly by the press, was cleared away. Now, instead of joyous energy, the crowd was solemn, respectful, and silently waiting for their new Sultana to be crowned ruler.

Sultana Kamaria stood on the dais, dressed fully in royal garb and proudly displaying the royal crown on her head. Jafar stood tall by her side, with Haillie on the other. Everybody watched with wide eyes as the old Sultana stood, and took off the crown slowly with both of her hands, which were covered in many, but not gaudy, rings.

"I thereby crown this young woman…Sultana of Agrabah!" As the crown was securely leveled onto Haillie's head, the crowd burst into enthusiastic cheers. Haillie sat down, the goofiest and widest smile ever seen pasted all over her hot pink face.

She was so hyper that she nearly forgot that she was supposed to name a new Grand Vizier!

"My new Grand Vizier shall be…" she said slowly, agonizing everybody by drawing out the moment. Jafar would have dropped dead right there from suspension, but if he did, then who was to take his place? "Jafar…" Jafar did a happy dance, which was extremely odd.

Haillie frowned. "Jafar's lady, Jala!" Jala looked extremely surprised, while Jafar started to cry. She went to stand by Haillie, and was handed a large black staff. "Hoorah!" cried the spectators, once they had gotten over the slight shock. "Thanks," Jala murmured to Haillie. Haillie smiled. "No problem."

Genie came over just then, took Haillie's arm, and the colorful couple made their way out of the door to do some fun genie pranking. Sorrah was in a corner with the bride, the groom, and a few other people. Everybody seemed happy. Except…

Jafar was still looking extremely disappointed. Jala patted him on the shoulder. While everybody went to congratulate Haillie, Aladdin, and Jasmine, she leaned over and breathed into Jafar's ear, "Would it help if I mentioned that you never get that last wish from me?"

Jafar perked up. "Last…wish?"

"Just for old time's sake, why don't you make one, and I'll grant it," Jala whispered softly, kissing his cheek. An evil, almost insanely huge, smile spread across Jafar's thin features. "I think…" he started slowly.

"I think that I wish for you to make up a song that makes fun of Aladdin!" Jala sighed. "Why am I not surprised?" "Please?" pouted Jafar, looking so expectant that Jala almost laughed.

.:FIVE MINUTES LATER:.

Jala paraded down the street, sitting atop of a massive parade float. She sang loudly out to Agrabah, while Aladdin and Abu chased the float furiously, embarrassed, desperately, and trying to save their pride.

"Prince Ali

Had to go pee

Under a palm tree.

And Abu

Had to go poo

Into his shoe.

They couldn't find the bathroom

So then they both went BOOM!

Oh,

All the sad things that constipation can do to you!"

A/N: I hope you're satisfied with the ending! I think I'm pretty proud of it, so…

Sung to the tune of "Prince Ali"