I imagined what Mirage's home would be like on the inside, aside from the Throne Room and the front door which were shown in the series. I think I did a good job in describing her bedroom.

Chapter Three- The Tour

"So, Aladdin," Mirage said after licking some milk off her lips. "Would you like a tour of my home? I would love to show you."

Aladdin shrugged. "Sure. Why not?" Truthfully, Aladdin was relieved that Mirage had an idea of what to do for the day because he couldn't come up with anything. As the pair left the table, all the food, bowls, plates, and utensils magically vanished, a fact that didn't fail to catch Aladdin's attention.

"You used magic to make that food?" he asked.

"Of course. I'm not much of a cook and magic makes it much easier. I just focus on what I want, wave a hand, and it appears. Of course, the bowls and such disappear in the same fashion."

Aladdin nodded. It made sense and it was easier than cooking and cleaning up afterwards. I guess this means she doesn't have a kitchen. I wonder how many rooms she has and what's in them.

Their first stop in the tour was Mirage's throne room. There wasn't much there. A row of cat-faced sarcophagi lined one wall of the room. All four walls were sand-colored with Egyptian hieroglyphs and pictures on them which drew attention to the gray stone floor that led up to a golden throne. In front of the throne was a stand with a hole shape at the top and in that hole was a crystal ball that was dim and empty.

Aladdin looked at the ball. "Is this how you looked in on my world?"

"It is. I can look at any part of the world I want." Mirage looked at her throne as she answered and couldn't help but notice how lonely it looked all by itself. She knew that it wouldn't be lonely for much longer. There will likely be a second throne beside it by tomorrow afternoon.

I know there will be. Aladdin is becoming attracted to me. He hasn't shown any evil tendencies yet, but he will eventually. At least the love and transformation spells are on track.

"So, where do we go now?" Aladdin asked.

"I have a laboratory I could show you."

"Sure."

Aladdin's hand brushed against Mirage's as they left the throne room. They both jerked their hands away, but Mirage saw a light blush on the young man's cheeks out of the corner of her eye. Perfect. A few more accidents like that and Aladdin will love her by the next morning.

What is wrong with me? Aladdin wondered as he followed his hostess down the hall. When my hand brushed Mirage's, I blushed. Why would a touch like that make me blush? Could I be…falling for her? No, I can't be. I have a girlfriend. I have to admit, though: Mirage is pretty for a cat woman.

"Here we are," Mirage announced. The two stepped inside and Aladdin saw a room that reminded him of Mozenrath's lab, except this one wasn't as dark and cluttered. It was lit by several torches in floor-length brackets, a bookcase with a few books and several scrolls sat against one wall. A table with neatly arranged vials of potions sat against the wall opposite the bookcase, as did a couple of chairs. A shelf above the table held empty and full vials. Aladdin was impressed by how neat and orderly the room looked.

"Are these the only books and scrolls you have?" he asked.

"Oh, no. These are just my magical ones. I like to keep them separate from the others in my library."

"You have a library?"

"Yes. Come and let me show you."

Aladdin followed Mirage into a vast room that held dozens of bookcases, each one containing hundreds, maybe thousands of books and scrolls. Aladdin knew he could probably spend his whole life in this library and never read its entire contents. He reluctantly followed Mirage out and headed back to the dining room for it was lunchtime and the tour was put on hold.

Mirage was pleased with how things were going. Aladdin was quite interested in the rooms they had visited, especially the library. Perhaps, she will give him the library as a gift once he was her mate. She began to plan out the rest of the tour as she lapped up some soup. A visit out to the gardens sounded quite romantic to her. Maybe a little afternoon nap out there could be in order. Of course, there were still the spare bedrooms and her chambers left to show as well as the front gate. I'll show the bedrooms first and then we can go to the front gate. After that, we can proceed out to the gardens and finish up with a nap before dinner. Yes, that sounds perfect.

She gazed dreamily at Aladdin as lunch continued. He had changed a little more during the morning tour. His face was acquiring golden-brown fur and his pupils were becoming cat-like slits. He still seemed oblivious to his changes. Sooner or later, he'll realize what's happening to him. I wonder how he'll react. Hopefully, he'll love me enough to not blame me.

Once lunch was over, the tour resumed. The spare bedrooms, which included the one Aladdin was staying in, were all the same: Lit torches in brackets provided a light source, the walls were a sandy color while the ceiling and floor were unpainted gray stone, a simple bed sat against a wall adjacent to the door. A full-length mirror hung on the wall next to the door. Mirage's chambers were vastly different. The walls, floor, and ceiling were a glittering gold. Across the vast room was a balcony that showed a view of Morbia. An enormous four-poster canopy bed with blue velvet curtains sat several feet away from the balcony, its headboard resting against the wall. A desk and chair sat against the same wall as the bed's headboard. A full-length mirror hung on the wall next to the door. Another crystal ball and stand stood in the center of the room. As they left the room and headed up the hall toward the front gate, Aladdin noticed a door to a room that they hadn't looked at.

"What's behind that door?" he asked.

"It's another bed chamber similar to mine in size, but pretty much decorated like the spare rooms," she answered.

And I hope that you will occupy that room when the time comes, she added silently.

The front gate wasn't all that impressive what with the floating asteroids and star studded space laid out before them. Mirage smiled at the view before leaning slightly on Aladdin's arm. "I like to come out here to think," she admitted. She waited for Aladdin to move his arm away from her, but it didn't happen. She glanced over quickly and saw him blushing harder than he had been that morning. She smiled slightly before grabbing his hand and holding it as she led him through the palace and toward the back where the gardens were located. He didn't try to pull his hand out of her grasp and that pleased her greatly. The love spell was strengthening. She looked at the hand she was holding and noticed that his nails were lengthening and becoming claws. Excellent.

What is going on with me? Aladdin demanded silently. What is it about Mirage that is making me act this way? I'm finding myself liking her more and more as the day goes on. I even like her home and her world. I have to remember my home and Jasmine. I love Jasmine and Agrabah is my home.

Mirage stopped at a balcony and Aladdin pulled himself from his thoughts to focus on the scene in front of him. He blinked and gaped at the large and beautiful garden that spread out before him. He never imagined that someone as evil as Mirage would have such a beautiful area in her home. He allowed himself to be led down a set of steps set into the balcony floor that led to the garden. The grass, trees, and flowers were green or in full bloom despite the lack of sun and water. There were concrete paths all over the place, adding to the garden's beauty. Mirage led him to a grove of trees and as they sat down, Aladdin spotted a plant nearby that he recognized as catnip.

"This is my favorite spot in the entire garden," Mirage purred softly. No doubt the close proximity of the catnip was making her purr. He had to admit that he would probably purr too being so close to catnip.

He saw Mirage's eyes flutter closed and her upper body bumped up against his chest before sliding down to rest in his lap. Her legs curled up and her breathing became deep and even. Aladdin couldn't believe it: Mirage had fallen asleep and he was the pillow. Yet he couldn't bring himself to wake her or move her, despite how awkward he felt about the situation. He leaned back against a tree trunk and felt his eyes growing heavy. He inhaled deeply and the catnip plant smelled more distinctly to him than it did a few minutes ago. Then he exhaled and surrendered to sleep.

Mirage awoke a couple of hours later and became aware that she was resting on Aladdin's lap. How come he didn't wake me or move me? she wondered. She looked up and saw that Aladdin had fallen asleep as well! Mirage took the opportunity to stare openly at him. The amount of fur on his face hadn't changed: It was still only a little bit. She checked both hands and found that both had a full set of claws. She looked back at his face to see that his nose was starting to look cat-like. She also admired his ears; it had taken her awhile to get used to them since yesterday, but now they looked so natural on him.

Aladdin stirred and his brown-green eyes fluttered open to show that his pupils had completely changed to cat slits. He stretched his arms upward before saying, "I guess I fell asleep, too. I didn't want to wake you earlier."

"How kind of you. I believe it is dinner time. You know," she said as they stood up and headed back inside. "This has been a very good day. I enjoyed giving you a tour."

"I enjoyed it as well. This has been a good day." Aladdin couldn't quite believe everything that has happened. Mirage was being nice and friendly, perhaps a little too friendly to the point that it bordered on love.

And why wouldn't it? She did state yesterday that she loved me. It's possible that her love toward me is changing her. She may become a good person.

Later that night, as Aladdin lay in bed, he began to have a different set of thoughts. You know, this place isn't so bad. I wouldn't mind staying here forever. And Mirage is beautiful. I do believe I've fallen in love with her. It would certainly explain why I've been changing into a cat like her. I believe Morbia is responsible for my change. He recalled looking into the mirror before getting into bed. He had been surprised at what he saw: His skin was completely golden-brown, he had matching fur all over his face, his nose was cat-like, he had two sets of fangs, his eyes were green with cat-slits for pupils, he had a pair of golden-brown cat ears on the top of his head, and his hands were clawed.

I think I'll tell her how I feel in the morning, he decided as he rolled onto his side. I don't want to go back to Agrabah. I love her and want to stay here.

I want to point out that the library will play a small part in a later chapter.