Alright! Chapter five at long last! Thank you for the reviews everyone, they've been most helpful to me as I've been writing this. I hope you're all enjoying. Again, I'm trying to make this as realistic as possible, then again, I'm not sure how realistic one can get in the Aladdin universe, hm?? Heh. I just hope Savannah's character is fitting for this little piece, honestly. Alright, what else...hmm...alright, this chapter is suppose to just be a little romantic piece to help it along, the real good stuff will happen in the following chapters, I'm promising. Also, sorry this took me so long. I was trying to speed time up without making it looked rushed, haha. Probably still looks rushed XD. Anywho, enough of my rambling, enjoy!

Chapter 5- For a Moment Like This

The rain had stopped. A veil of mist parted to introduce painted skies of pinks and oranges, purples and a tint of remaining blue, which had been deepening to break through for the evening to emerge. Birds twittered their last melodies before settling in for well needed sleep. It was one of those nights where the evening just didn't make sense. There were nights such as those, somewhere around the world…and it just so happened to hit Agrabah this evening.

With a crimson moon to begin with and a warm, gentle breeze, Savannah stood by the oversized hole in Aladdin's home, pushing back the curtain far enough for her to see. Aladdin sat nearby, sharing his half of the loot with his partner who sifted through some fruit until he chose one ripe enough for his taste. It had been days since they last spoke; weeks since they had a conversation even close to the one they had that evening.

Silence.

By now, the birds had stopped their twittering and the crickets had exchanged places to serenade lovers and loners alike.

Silence remained.

Savannah glanced back to the acquaintance that she now called a friend, watching him and his acquaintance feed from the horde that the two of them had managed to gather. Savannah wasn't going to feed just yet, she would eat whatever remained in the aftermath. He would glance back at her from time to time, and when their gazes would connect, she would look away in embarrassment. Soon enough, the tension between the two was thick enough to cut with a sharp implement.

"So, did you have any trouble out there today?" Aladdin questioned, he figured he would be the one to thaw the frozen wasteland. Savannah shook her head.

"No, it was fine…how about you?" Still, she wouldn't turn her gaze to him, knowing what the outcome would be if she were to.

"No, no trouble, as usual," he smirked. He knew his brilliance, but just wasn't cocky enough to really display it. He was just teasing after all. He got up from the floor and padded over to the sheet. "And what is it that's got you so occupied?" he asked, taking hold of the end she had been holding and pulled back the screen, watching the moon rise gradually above them.

"It's a nice view tonight, after a rain storm," Savannah murmured softly. Aladdin nodded, slipping a casual arm around her to rest on her shoulder. Already she could feel the heat rise to her cheeks. She took note of the little things with him, like how he would always touch her by a mere hand hold to a slip around the shoulders. He showed it as a sign of affection, something casual for the boy, but for Savannah it beheld several meanings. Perhaps she looked too in depth into something so simple.

"Hey, look, look, quick," Aladdin distracted her attention back into focus to the horizon ahead, just before the sky fell into black abyss. He pointed out a strip of various colors…mainly indigo, red and yellow. Savannah's eyes widened gently, leaning over the edge to see further, Aladdin kept an eye on her to make sure she hadn't leant over too far, though he knew she was alright.

"I've never seen one before," she whispered in awe.

"I've seen one once or twice before," he said, watching as it faded away. After all, they had only caught the bitter end of it, they followed the remainder as far as it went, both pairs of chocolate eyes landing on the bulk of the palace. Savannah frowned. What was once a breathtaking beauty, turned out to be the beast in disguise. There was no pot of gold at the end of that rainbow. "Amazing…" Now, it had been Aladdin's turn to breathe, awestricken.

Savannah arched a brow over to him, picking herself up and composing herself once more against the wall, "Must we?" she questioned, referring to the palace.

"I've noticed something about you," Aladdin pointed out. "And I've got to know, what do you have against the palace?"

"What do you love so much about it?" She retaliated.

"I asked first," he said, glancing up at her from her bare feet to her angered eyes. Oh, how they flared up with hatred in regards to Aladdin's beloved palace.

"…" Savannah wasn't sure how to word it. She had never been put on the spot before, and Aladdin was quite determined to find out what she had against it. "Tell me, Al…" Somewhere along the line, she had given him a nickname of her own when she was either annoyed or angry with him over something. "What good have they ever done for you?"

The question startled him some. He had never been asked that. He dreamed. That's what he did. He never really looked in depth to it. "It's given me something to think about," he said, finally.

"I don't mean a dream, Aladdin," she said softly, taking his hands into her own for a moment. He stared at them, then up at her. She continued, "I mean, realistically, what have they ever done for you? They're up in that palace all day, basking in those golden walls of theirs! They don't give a damn while were down here, suffering and scraping for food… It's not about whether it's fair or not either…no, now it's gone far beyond that. People are ill, dying even, children are looking in dumpsters for a bite… And…and…" she took a moment to breathe, thinking about how to word her last bit. "And it's not fair. They don't know…they don't see- they don't take the time to see what's become of their city."

Aladdin had nothing to say, just as she expected.

"They're selfish people…why look up and want that? They wouldn't care whether you lived or died," She said to him, squeezing his hands gently, then finally let them go. He felt something wet as she withdrew. Had she been crying? He glanced up, she hadn't touched her face, the tears ran like the Nile, wet, with no intention of ceasing.

He raised his hand again, resting his palm against her cheek, moving his thumb up, he grazed the Nile. She said nothing in response to this, though felt herself being moved in one quick, fluid motion, her body pressed up against his, his strong arms embracing her, physically assuring her that she wasn't alone, she could cry and it would be alright. He wasn't sure of what to say, or if there was anything that he could say that would make her feel any better. No…he was sure there wasn't, all he could do was embrace her, just as he was.

The flow of her tears had ceased. She didn't move. Time seemed to stand still. There was no sound of the crickets, no trickle of the fountain. Just the sound of their heartbeats that seemed to have joined as one for that split second. Savannah closed her eyes, letting the moment take her as it pleased.

"I'm sorry, I had…I had no idea." That was just the first chapter, he was sure, more must have lied locked inside of her heart where he may not tread until she so desired for him to, a day he would await for eagerly. He felt her shake her head, gazing up at him so vulnerably, her exterior had diminished for that moment, just for him. He had never seen a woman look at him like that, but, as they say, there's a first for everything. He tightened his grip on her, her cheeks burned bright. No words were needed, her eyes were the book of the story he longed to read.

He leaned down, nuzzling his nose against hers for a moment before his lips caressed themselves against hers, a sense of dominance commanding him as he pressed further, she obliged and accepted, returning his form of compassion, he fingers biting into his vest. She felt the velvet, the silk against her lips, the delicious venom of a man's kiss, powerful, lingering…it also stung like no other, didn't necessarily mean in the negative way, either.

Together, they stood, bathed in the enchanting glow of the moon, tangled in one another's arms, the other refusing to let go, as it was the first of many eve's to truly express ones current feelings. If not by words, then by actions. Some people waited a lifetime for that certain moment where their heart fluttered, a moment Savannah would often dream of and Aladdin had often seen, but never felt. Whether it was for comfort, or to bud a blossom of feelings yet to come…that was only for time to but. Yet, for the time being, the duo would wait it out.

It was one of those nights where nothing made sense...somehow, it was beginning to clarify.