Alright, well, here's chapter four for everyone. I hope everyone is enjoying the fic so far! I can't believe some of you would put this on "Story Alert" or put me under "Favorite Author" or put this story under "Favorite Story". Wow. I am just touched. I cannot believe you guys love this fic so much, heh... Anywho, if you've noticed, this chapter's a bit lengthy. I thought we'd take a bit of an insight on Savannah's P.O.V. although this is just the tip of the iceberg, remember, hehe. Sorry that the last chapter lacked in detail or anything of the sort, I'm promising better chapters in the future!

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Chapter 4- In the Middle of the Night

Aladdin stood there, hands lightly placed on his hips as he watched the young woman brush herself off. This was now their third encounter, so he believed, and he was beginning to attach himself to her; like a child would attach his or herself to their first playmate or best friend. She was an interesting character, that Savannah, and he wanted to know more of her.

"As I said, you just can't seem to stay out of trouble," he smirked.

Savannah quickly grew out of her embarrassed state, now that she was back on guard, collected herself, and slipped back into character. "I'll have you know I was doing fine on my own," she argued. Although Aladdin didn't quite believe her, so, he offered a teasing grin.

"Uh huh…so…you had the entire situation under control while the guards were chasing you?"

"That's what I had planned," she responded not a moment sooner then he asked it.

The elder man glanced from one to the other. To him, it was all so confusing…all he wanted to do was go back home, crawl into his bed and sleep. Although there wasn't all that much confusion at hand. As much as Savannah was attempting to put up a fight, Aladdin continued to weaken that chance for her, and made it all seem like a game.

"Right." He raised his eyebrow.

"It was!"

Alright, so, she was going to give up. She found this fight progressing no where and no where fast, and he didn't seem to be giving her much of a fighting chance at all. So, there was just no use in continuing. The elder man stood, knees shaking a bit as he attempted to climb back up onto his own two feet. He was going to go home with or without an escort (not that he expected one). He was grateful enough that the two young people were able to help him escape and result without scratches on themselves.

Savannah heard the scrapes and shifts as he picked himself up, she offering a lending hand, although he declined. "Are you going to be alright?" She asked him. He picked his humble eyes up at her.

"I'll be fine," he assured her. "I'll just take my leave now."

"Do you need any assistance?" She inquired further. He shook his head.

"I'll be fine," he responded, patted her hand and began to slowly make his way out of the house. Quite a bold move, although he hadn't an option at the moment. He certainly wasn't going back down the way he came. He was going to risk himself getting caught in a more sensible way. He didn't feel that suicide was appropriate.

As Savannah watched him teeter down, her gaze met back upon her saviors, as much as she didn't want to admit it…well…there he was. "Yes, well…umm…I should be leaving then." There was no question to it. It was clear enough a statement.

"You should leave with your father then," he said, watching the old man off. "He shouldn't be going off by himself."

"My father?" She asked, staring at him confusingly. "Oh, you thought? No, no," she laughed lightly. "No, he's just someone I met in the marketplace yesterday. Besides, he seems fine."

Aladdin merely nodded in understanding. So, she was here alone, then? Savannah on the other hand hadn't been so used to being stared at in any way other than disgust, so, she just had to question it, just like everything else.

"Do you have a problem?" She asked defensively.

"No, no," he responded to her. "It's just that I have to wonder what a girl like you is doing out here all by herself, is all." He stuffed his hands into his pockets as he spoke, taking a few steps to the right.

"I've always been by myself," she said, stating it as casual as if saying, "I have someone waiting for me." Although that would have been a lie. She was strong about it, however, she wasn't trying to grab sympathy from the boy. Aladdin nodded once more, just to show that he was paying attention.

"What a coincidence, so have I." Not that that was anything unusual, street-rats were often left on their own. This time, it was Savannah to nod. It was hard to break the ice and say something to drag on a decent conversation. Abu, on the other hand, thought this was the perfect time for him to come and save the night with his shrieks to alarm them of the owners returning from the evening out. Aladdin peered over the balcony, then glanced back up at the female, "I guess this would be our exit then?" he questioned this with a teasing grin, only for her to smirk lightly in return and hop over the balcony's railing.

"One jump ahead of you," she said playfully, as though the twinkle in her eye suggested a challenge to see who could escape without being found first, in return for his interruption earlier on her challenge then. Aladdin followed her, not quite wanting to accept her "challenge" right there and then, perhaps he would after he had made sure she was at least half way down the building, he climbed further up the house and onto the roof, waiting until Savannah made it down onto the ground before he began to leap from top to top, she following on foot. They were sure the owners were none the wiser.

When they had caught up to one another on even ground, Aladdin slid down from the roof had he been currently on, slid down a rope and met her on the ground, proceeding to stroll down the blocks of homes, few lights were on. If they were to glance in, they would see mother's tucking their children in before blowing out their only source of light, leaving another dark home on the block. Savannah turned her head away, proceeding to continue to walk with Aladdin, not too sure where their destination lied yet. It wasn't until a few blocks out of the way did he ask her.

"Do you want to see something amazing?"

The offer was tempting, and really, who was she to decline? So, she nodded, hurrying to catch up with him as he took her down sharp turns, grasping onto her wrist so she didn't lose her place, he continued on, head first into a building that seemed more like a maze, a labyrinth of sorts. "It's just a little further," he assured her. His assurance was well kept, she had to admit that. But, she didn't say anything period, just followed him up a few flights stairs, a ladder or two and then into a crawl space until they finally reached the very top. Abu attempted to keep the two away from one another. Aladdin was his friend and not hers, and the monkey just wasn't about to let her walk on in and take over like who she thought she was. Nope. It just wasn't happening.

Though Aladdin saw it differently, and was going to let it happen with open arms.

When he had stepped onto solid ground, he crouched over and held his arms out to assist her up. Abu quickly scurried over to his shoulder and made a feeble attempt to bat her hands away. Aladdin glanced over to his shoulder, frowning lightly before grasping onto the others slender hands and slowly slid her up and into his 'palace'. While she picked herself up, her body gently tapped into his, her eyes rising from his feet, to his bare chest, up to those chocolate orbs….

'Oh boy…Alright, Savannah, it's just a guy, like any other guy. Calm down and get a grip, girl!'

She deemed her thoughts would save her, yet, she felt the heat rise to her cheeks nonetheless, he offered her a gentle smile which didn't seem to help. Savannah swallowed hard, Abu glared at her, getting in between the two, flailing his hands in anger while he sputtered, shrieked, and whined. She heard the other utter a sigh while she slipped back into reality and willed the heat away.

The room was dark, she took a moment to adjust her eyes to the setting, letting herself absorb the darkness. She close them, then opened again and finally found herself able to see somewhat. Aladdin took this time to think for a moment.

"I promised to show you something amazing," he suddenly said.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I guess you did," she muttered.

A playful grin rose to his face once more as he stepped over to the sheet that covered the window, noticing the few beams of moonlight that had managed to seep inside to provide even the tiniest bit of light. He drew back the sheet, the moonlight hitting her, bathing the young woman with its effecting rays. Though, he didn't bring her all the way to his home just to show her a moon, she was sure. She could see that well enough in an alley on her own. No. It was what lied beneath it. The Palace.

"Isn't it amazing?" he asked, quite proud of such a fine view. This had been his greatest joy since…well…he wasn't sure since when.

Savannah stared at the large formation, absorbing it into her memory bank, mapping every detail. So, he was a dreamer…where as she was a realist (so she felt, anyway). Now she understood while he smiled so much, no realist could ever smile so much. Not with the horrible truth laying right there before your very eyes. She assumed he took each day by a dream and a dream alone; a goal, so to speak.

"Speechless, I know," he said, admiring the view. There was no smile, more like a look of placidness and content. "Don't you wish you could live there?"

Now that was something she could laugh at. She thought about it. She didn't. "It's amazing alright," she said, and nothing more.

Aladdin turned away from the palace's view to her. "It's something. Don't you just wish, though? You wouldn't have to scrounge for food…no more hoping, or wishing. You'd have anything you could ever want, right there at your fingertips, you wouldn't have any problems at all…"

"I suppose you could," she said, crossing her arms over her chest loosely. She was trying to look at it from his point of view, but, was finding it very hard to do so. Seemed like it was almost everyone's wish. And she couldn't blame them. To live in the lap of luxury, have all the money and treasures in the world… She wouldn't want to rule, though. She'd want to rebuild Agrabah…rebuild its system and how its inhabitants were treated, especially the children… It angered her so that the Sultan, or his brat hadn't taken the time to notice what was going on outside their golden walls. It made her want to scream…cry even. Even if she wouldn't stoop that low. She didn't want to be a hero, she just wanted a difference crowned on their fair city.

But, that's just not how it went. It played a different tune and the game piece was in the other hand, the richer hand.

She stepped closer to the window. She was so close, she felt she could almost touch the walls. Aladdin watched her, calling out her name several times before she took notice.

"Hmm? What?" She blinked. Savannah took note that they were two different people. But, as they said…opposites attract, no?

"Nothing," he laughed lightly, leaving the sheet to the side to give them more light to see so they could chat longer. He was enjoying this time with someone else, the beginning of a new friendship as he saw it. "So…" he began, hoping to rouse another topic, since the converse of the Palace bothered her for some reason, perhaps something had happened involving the royals in general, but, he wasn't going to pry.

That was now the night progressed. They talked about various different topics, they skipped the part about themselves, the two of them got the vibe they would know more about one another in due time. So, there was nothing to rush. And since there was no rush, their chatting shifted all through the evening and developed into the sunrise. Savannah had shifted into a comfortable position, leaning against the wall, eventually drifting off to sleep when the talk grew light.

Aladdin watched the sun begin to rise above the palace, his eyes glistening with so much hope; so much belief. He even thought, maybe, he'd share his dream with her. If he even gained position on the throne, he'd offer her a seat in power, once he figured out how he'd go about doing that. He was sure that someone so similar to he would enjoy that. Even if he hadn't quite realized how different the two were. He glanced over to the girl to question about breakfast, though found her asleep. He gazed at her contently for a moment, a light chuckle seeping past his parted lips, and lifted one of the blankets beneath Abu, who hissed softly about being stirred awake, and draped it over her slender form. He would just wait until she awoke. He wouldn't disturb her.