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"So what'll it be?" Genie questioned.

I smiled. "There aren't any rules apart from not wishing for more wishes, are there – like, everything except unlimited or extra wishes?"

Genie turned into some formal guy, to explain "some quid quo pros." Then he turned back into himself again.

"Number one: I can't kill anybody." He had his head cut off, adding, "So don't ask. Rule number two," he put his head back on. "I can't make anybody fall in love with anybody else." His head turned into a giant pair of lips and kissed my cheek. He turned back again. "You little punim, there. Rule number three: I can't bring people back from the dead. It's not a pretty picture – I don't like doing it!" He finally went back to normal – well, as normal as any genie can be. "Other than that, you got it."

I glanced at Al. He smirked a little. "Some all-powerful genie you've got, Cleo." Then he winked. "Can't even bring people back from the dead. I don't know, he probably can't even get us out of this cave."

I knew what he was trying to tell me, and I winked back. Then I added to his comment "OK, I guess we'll have to find a way out on our own."

A blue foot slammed down, blocking us.

"Excuse me?" Genie did NOT look happy. "Are you looking at me? Did you rub my lamp? Did you wake me up? Did you bring me here, and all of a sudden you're walking out on me? I don't think so, not right now. You're getting your wishes so SIT DOWN!" I was sure I saw fire in his eyes for that one moment.

We were immediately seated on Carpet, Abu giving a little screech of fear. Genie was back to normal – happy, that is – and said, like Carpet was a plane, "In case of emergency, the exits are here, here, here, here, here, anywhere! Keep your hands and arms inside the carpet, cause we're..." Carpet got out of the cave straightaway. "Out of here!"

I wasn't scared of heights, and just looked down on the desert, flying through the night sky. It was amazing, beautiful. But I had more important things to attend to – three things, actually. Not making people fall in love took out my greatest wish – but then, in everything I'd ever seen, making someone fall in love kills their personality, and I definitely did not want that to happen to Al. It would be so unfair to manipulate him like that, anyway.

On the other side of the coin, I knew that Al's wish at the moment, was to have a chance to win over his princess. And if she had to marry a prince, that meant...oh, lightbulb! I just hoped, that if I did him this favour, he wouldn't screw up and start trying to act cool and look stupid – she seemed to like him enough when he was being considerate and...well, real. Besides, that was how I felt, too.

As we flew on through the night, the sky slowly got lighter and lighter until the watery morning sun shone down and the sky became blue. The sand below became calmer, and eventually, we got to a tiny little oasis with a little pool and shady palm trees.

"Thank you for choosing Magic Carpet Airlines for all your travel needs." Genie was now saying, in an air hostess voice. "Please don't stand until the rug has come to a complete stop." Carpet stopped to let the rest of us off, and Genie went back to normal.

"How about that, doubting Mustafas?" he challenged.

"Oh, you sure showed us." Al said carelessly.

I smiled, and said, "Now about my..." but I soon realized that I couldn't finish. I kept thinking about how we'd pulled off the trick and gotten out of the cave without using any of my wishes. "OK, before that. You do realize that I didn't wish anything before? You got us out of the cave on your own?"

Genie froze, and then his mouth dropped open for a moment. "Well, I feel sheepish." he said, turning into a sheep.

I grinned at Al for a moment.

"Alright, but no more freebies." Genie said firmly.

"That's fair." I shrugged. "Besides, I'd feel really guilty taking advantage of you again." I said this part teasingly. "So...three wishes. What would you wish for?" Before either of them could talk, I said, "And don't say anything, Al, I already know what you'd wish for."

Genie started looking serious. "No one's ever asked me that before. Well, in my case – forget it."

"What?" Al and I asked in unison.

"No, I can't..."

"We won't tell." I promised.

Genie sighed. "Freedom."

Al picked up the lamp. "You're a prisoner?" he said.

"It's all part and parcel of the whole genie thing." Genie explained. "Phenominal cosmic powers...itty bitty living space."

I stared. "Wow, I never expected it, that's terrible."

Genie continued to explain why he already wasn't free. "The only way to get out of this is if my master wishes me out, so you can guess how often that's happened."

I exchanged a glance with Al and made a decision. "I've got three wishes. I'm pretty sure that two will be enough, so I'll do it."

Genie wouldn't believe me at first, but I said "Come on, I know what it's like to be trapped, like I was for, like, fourteen years before I came to Agrabah. So I guess I owe it to myself to set you free."

"Well, here's hoping." Genie admitted, before going back to his hyper self. "Alright, let's make some magic! How about it, what is it you want most?"

"We-ell," I said slowly, "I was actually thinking about my brother here." I pointed to Al. "He met this princess yesterday, and she has to get married soon. I think I might as well use a wish. It'll help us, too. Just so he can get into the palace, I want him to be a prince, and me, a princess."

Al stared at me for a moment. As Genie looked through a spell book, Al said "Lee, are you sure you want to do this for me?"

"It's the least I can do." I said honestly. "I mean, when we met, you let me stay with you and taught me how to deal with living on the streets without expecting anything in return. Why shouldn't I help you win your princess over?" I didn't mention that I was doing it for myself, in a way. It would be fun to have the best of everything for once. Although...I wasn't sure why I wanted to help Al with the princess, since I was still jealous of her. I guessed that love was irrational. So even if you loved someone, you wanted to help them so much that you'd play matchmaker for them. I still dreamed about Al almost every night.

Genie had at last found the spell, and addressed me. "Is that an official wish? Say the magic words!"

"Right." I grinned. "Genie, I wish for you to make Al and me royal!"

Once we were done, Al was in white with a turban, I was in a floaty forest green tank top and matching hareem pants with my dark hair twirled into an elaborate bun (and I hid the lamp in a deep pocket where it didn't show), and Abu was an elephant. I also had a jeweled headband – emerald, to match my attire.

"But we're not through yet!" Genie cried dramatically. "Hang on to you turban or hairband, kids, we're gonna make you stars!"

Well, Cleo wants to have fun. It's like I said – how can you love someone yet want to help them by playing matchmaker? We'll see what happens, I guess. Please, please, PLEASE review!