February is the season of love as June is such for flowers

Unseen danger

The wither rose alliance were yet again causing chaos on the streets of the city. 

Jimmy had never thought about it before, what would happen if he was injured and out with no one left to protect the streets from the trio. He had pledged from day one that he would always be there for the people, never let them down. He was showered in praise and there were regular celebrations for his success'. 

Yet he feared he was about to see his fears of failure, of broken promises and the price of peace weighing on his shoulders when he had broken his leg earlier in the week, forced to rest and stay at home. It had been long, boring and uneventful. It wasn't a bad thing, he didn't have to run across buildings and face inevitable injury. 

No one was foolish enough to do anything major whilst he was resting, the police doubled and extra protection put in place. Obviously he hadn't specified why he was slightly out of it, patrols never anymore, the responsibility breaking the shoulders of normal people.

So he was on the verge of tears when he stood, facing against a well known team, infamous reputation and chaotic tendencies, looking at him as if it were predator and pray. He was already vastly outnumbered, leg causing a burning sensation to spike at moments more inconvenient than the situation they sat within.

There was no one else to save them from this disaster either, Jimmy the only known hero, currently seconds away from tears as he watched MythicalSausage conjure something on his staff, blue and evil.

They weren't known for mercy, easily pliant in the hands of murdering puppeteers. 

So this was it? He was on the floor, eyes worried for his safety and families scared this was their son. Perfect heart, brave, wise beyond his years, about to meet oblivion because he decided being injured and crime fighting wouldn't end this way. Wouldn't end in chaos. 

But he knew, didn't he?

Because really, truly, without Jimmy to hold the weight of the world on his shoulders, carry the burdens far more explicit than a simple year 11 ever should, watch as his world slowly faded, grasp on reality and control was put in the hands of fate, the citizens around him were nothing. The fact long established and accepted by everyone but the blonde.

By virtue, the teen had never asked for this. Hadn't thought when he was younger, laughing and picturing a happy future, unaware that life wasn't like the fairy tales and movies with happy endings, that he would find himself in the current situation, bleeding, injured and begging for time to rewind so he never had to deal with what was, in retrospect, not his problem.

Jimmy would never see what dangers lay in store after the spell was fired, evil laughter or cries. He wouldn't witness the awkward phone calls and countless regrets as his family finally found out why he was so distant, always late and so kind. Finally realise he wasn't self-destructive because he didn't see himself as anything better, but because he had always put them first, put the people first.

He wouldn't see the funeral, the tears, the sympathy, the grief. Wouldn't watch as happiness and peace became a foreign concept buried with him in the grave. He wouldn't witness as the blessing of heroism was passed on. He wouldn't see as the fruitless efforts of years finally bore progress as the wither rose alliance was finally banished by the new hero.

 Yet he would see his replacement. Cyan hair and Scottish accent, something he had always loved in the man. Because he got to see Scott grow. The work-centred, kind friend he had grown to view as so much more than that become something he never could. Watched as he never stopped, never neglected his job, his work, his family, his friends.

Never forgot the one person that, (albeit he never admitted out loud) inspired him, motivated him,kept him sane and strived to be like. Because Scott saw Jimmy has thedeceased saw him. Something close to gold, perfect and of so muchvalue. And he would never see him again, watched as the man died andhis pain, his morals, his maturity, his secrets and scarring imagesswirled in his head as they had for Jimmy. Yet he kept going as theformer would.

BecauseScott couldn't let him down. Not when he had died for the city.

Andhe couldn't let that be in vain.

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This should have been out like 20 mins ago but wattpad decided to play up. Luckily Ihad a backup because some of it didn't save!