Thank you for being on Savannah's journey throughout Agrabah, learning to love, learning to trust and accepting unrequited love. It does end with Aladdin/Jasmine, as the story is meant to, and a great lead into the second film, don't you think? What with the Sultan's mistrust in Aladdin and all. Anywho, Aladdin and Jasmine...they are just one of those destined pairs. Well, this is the end...or is it?

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We all know how this story ends. Aladdin bested Jafar in the end. He outsmarted the delusional cretin and had him utilize his last wish to make him a genie, which then made a home for himself in a lamp in the Cave of Wonders to be his own diamond in the rough and he would remain that way. Aladdin had managed to save Jasmine, the Sultan, Abu and Carpet. He also freed the Genie, as Savannah had wanted from the start. Aladdin searched high and low for Savannah, checking every inch of the marketplace and around the palace. She was nowhere to be found.

"I'm sorry, Aladdin," Jasmine said as she found him at her balcony, staring off at the sky. He tossed away a flower he had been plucking the petals from, which had fallen on Rajah below. "I'm sure she's out there, somewhere," Jasmine added.

"She's got to be," Aladdin agreed, sighing. "But where could Jafar have taken her?" He slammed his fist onto the railing. Jasmine shook her head and took his fist into her hand.

"Come, father wishes to speak to you." A look of dread appeared on Aladdin's face. That could never be a good thing.

Aladdin descended the staircase and into the audience chamber, back in his ceremonial street rat garb. The Sultan perked a brow at his appearance, his elder eyes hopeful to see the character of Prince Ali and that he truly was a prince. Jafar had not lied in that regard. Jasmine stood in the doorway, curious as to what her father would say.

"My boy, you came into my palace and deceived me. You wished for my daughter's hand without a penny to your name. I trusted you; I gave you the benefit of the doubt. You took advantage of a Sultan's trust and now you still ask for her hand."

Aladdin cleared his throat; his head bowed the entirety of the Sultan's speech. Jasmine craved to interject, but she saw the look in her father's eye. The Sultan was not yet finished. "But I was not wrong about your character. I'll have my eye on you. I will continue to see you as a suitor for my daughter. You saved us. That is worth something, at least. I meant what I said about Jasmine choosing for her, but you must further prove yourself worthy of my people."

Aladdin swallowed hard, but all hope was not lost. He smiled and bowed his head. "Thank you, your majesty. I will not fail you."

With a small smile, the Sultan nodded and sent Aladdin off to Jasmine's waiting arms. Aladdin scooped her into them and left the room after setting her down. Jasmine squeezed Aladdin's hand in a comforting manner and nodded.

"As grim as that sounded, it's a good sign." She leaned against him and walked with him into the courtyard. "So, what will you do about Savannah?" She saw Aladdin's hardened face. A lot weighed on his mind. She frowned gently and desired to comfort him in any way she could imagine.

"I don't know. But, I can't stop trying, Jasmine. She has to be somewhere."

"She could be anywhere…"

"I know. It's a matter of where to start."

-.-

The dessert sands whipped violently upon the coming of a storm. Two men on horses struggled against the drifts that stung their faces. Both were hooded, faces masked with the exception of their eyes. As difficult as it was to see, no one would mistaken the view before them.

"Is that it, Bab?" The male on the tan horse inquired.

"Omar, that's just the place Kassim was talking about," Babkak replied, his voice jovial with relief. "Agrabah."

"Oh man, isn't the Sultan, like, richer than all of them combined?" Omar asked.

"Kassim claims the Sultan is worth more than all of the richest men combined." Babkak sifted through his memory bank at just what Kassim said and instructed. "We're to investigate and look for any weak spots for the guys to crack into. Omar, you check the marketplace. I've got the palace."

Omar nodded and trotted a few steps ahead, only to step on something before the horse backed away slowly. Omar blinked and glanced down. "I think somethin's down there," he said.

"Yeah, sand," Babkak replied and rolled his eyes. "Keep going, I wanna see what's inside those walls."

Omar, too intrigued by his own curiosity, slid off of his horse and approached just what the horse had nearly crushed. It was solid; it didn't feel like any block of sand that was ready for the oncoming storm.

"Omar, this is a waste," Babkak groaned. "We're on a limit here."

Glaring at Babkak's urgency, Omar nudged the object with his foot. Yes, he confirmed it was solid and this object was soft. Pausing, Omar began to dust sand away, finding dark strands poking out from beneath the white sandy layer. "I think it's a person!" He chimed, quickening his pace. He would tear the grains if he could. Now fabric came through, then a hand. Burnt, but it was a hand regardless. "Babkak, help me!"

The thicker male shifted his gaze away from the palace and to the half exposed body from the sandy grave. He dismounted his horse and kneeled down. "Well, I'll be damned. It's a person." Refusing to waste time, he slid his hand beneath the body and it emerged, sand falling from either side and pooled from her hair. Upon examination, he identified this form to be female. Probably a whore put out to pasture. Such a pity, but it happened from time to time. That was Arabia's brutality for you.

"Is she…alive?" Omar squeaked out.

Without answering, Babkak raised the female to his ear, and listened for some type of pulse. He lowered her back to waist level. "She's alive, but barely."

"We should take her back with us to Kassim. He'd know what to do!"

"She's probably some whore, Omar. Happens all the time."

"Babkak, we took an oath-" Omar was cut off.

"And we've had women in our beds before." However, Babkak turned and took the female to his horse. If this girl was a whore, she was awfully pretty. He thought whoever had done this had to be some type of fool. But, he suspected batting eyelashes only got you so far. "Well, whatever happened…yeah, alright, let's take her back."

Omar let out the breath he had been holding. He knew the girl would be safe now. If she had a pulse, she had a chance. He was curious of her story and where she came from. Looks like Agrabah would have to wait. Babkak had a heart, even though his lips were laced with vulgarity. But, he supposed that's what being a member of the Forty Thieves did to you.