I don't own Aladdin or The Little Mermaid. For I only believe these two would be cute together, I don't own anything. Enjoy:

The room was cold. The clammy hands gripped the door handle to balance her weight. She couldn't help but look down at her legs and feet and grin. She almost laughed she was this amused. But she caught her tongue. This new place. It was… different.

Opening the door Ariel peeked out into the dim hallway. The palace lights had been shut off and the doors were locked to a close. Prepared to take a step out the room, a small light had prevented her action.

The yellow shine grew closer with every small step. Ariel quickly and quietly shut the door, and leaned back on the brown wood. She bit her lip, making sure to stay quiet though she knew no noise would emerge from her red chapped lips.

She looked over at the room. The Sultan had explained, or tried to, that it belonged to Jasmin, as the guards were busy looking for her. The round bed was filled with colorful fabric and cushioned animals. The curtains were stained red and orange to add the effect of the room.

The heavy boots thumped on the wood from outside. She could only imagine this man. She could distantly hear the noise as it inched closer towards her room. Telling herself it would pass, she was convinced this was the truth. That is, until the boots had stopped.

She heard his hot breath. His chest would rise and fall from the heavy air. Before she knew it, the door handle had wiggled. Looking down at the silver knob, Ariel wobbled towards her bed. She was like a teeter totter, balancing her weight evenly to the rounded bed. Falling onto it, she covered herself with blankets and shut her eyes. The illusion of a deep slumber.

Hearing the squeaky door creek open, the sounds of his feet grew louder, and louder, and louder, and louder until he was so close to her bed and face she could feel and smell his breath. It tasted like stale bread and felt like a hot summer night upon land. She wouldn't know, of course, until now.

The dry hand brushed a red strain of hair from her face. Her eyes had been shut, and her immediate vision of the man she thought would be Jafar. Checking up on his newest possession. But, now, she wasn't quite sure.

The hand was rough with the feel, but the man was completely gentle. His fingers dancing on her forehead had made her miss home. It was what her father used to do. Comb her hair back and kiss her forehead goodnight. But she had yet to feel the chapped lips of a man she hadn't seen.

Ariel couldn't resist. Her eyes had separated and her lids had fallen. Her vision set on Aladdin. Ariel shut up in her bed, blushing slightly from her thoughts. "Hey, whoa." He jumped up, taking a step back. He had kneeled by her bed, and watched her, leaving his lantern behind. Now, his back slightly slumped. His hand found the back of his neck. She had noticed it was a nervous habit of his. Abu had yet to been see. She only guessed he was at Aladdin's house, sleeping tightly.

"Sorry if I woke you. I just, needed to ask you something." Ariel was fully awake and well aware of it. Her legs swigged out of the covers and onto the wooden floor. She had yet to stand. She sat, letting her feet explore the small holes in the ground in which she'd stick her toe in and out of.

"Well, okay… Um," he cleared his throat, "I know you belong with Jafar, and I know you were a mermaid, but… why are you here? I-in Saudi Arabia? Shouldn't you be in the water? Not in a dessert surly. Right?"

Ariel nodded. She couldn't answer, but as she looked down at her lap, her expression fell. Her cheerful smile had turned to a deeply dressed frown. Her toes had escaped the hole and she had now begun swinging her feet on the wooden floor.

"You were captured, weren't you?

She nodded her hands in her lap.

"Well… Well that's horrible! I mean, they took you from your home! And for what? To be sold? That's just crazy!" He had yelled.

She stood, slightly surprised. Her face with pure terror and slight amusement. A combination she hadn't experienced at all. "And to Jafar? I've always knew him to be a no good theft! And-" Ariel had interrupted him by putting her finger to her lip, her hand on his bare chest, leaning on him, and her face brightened.

He stopped, looked around, blushed, and looked down. "I'm sorry I didn't-"

"Who goes there?" A distant male voice had erupted from the hallway.

Aladdin had stopped, and ran under the bed, hiding from any guards. Ariel ran towards her bed, making sure not to hit Aladdin by doing so, as she covered herself with soft fabric blankets. The shoes had passed, and the male's voice had never been heard from again.

Aladdin had peered out as he gave a sheepish grin, "I guess I should learn to be quieter next time, huh?" Ariel nodded and shrugged. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow, maybe?"

Ariel couldn't help but nod. She wanted to, she really did. "Goodnight, Ariel." And with that the wooden door had shut, and the feet against the floor had faded.

Ariel had fallen under a deep slumber, in which she had various gleeful dreams.

I would like to thank my three lovely reviewers. "Syl3317" and to "Nausicaa of the Spirts" and to my newest reviewer "Whiteling"thank you all again for taking the time to read and review. AGAIN! It means a lot. Ideas would give me inspiration.