Fall Is Beautiful

S4 Chapter 4: It's Fall (SEASON END)

yes, this season is going to be shorter than the others- but do not fret! There are still 2 more seasons to go!
Also anytime "fall" is mentioned it means that there is a bonding or closing moment between Jafar and Sin's relationship, if that makes any sense.

"Put Jafar down or I'll shoot you."

The voice I recognized almost immediately to be Aiden's. Jafar's body tensed against mine as I held him closer. When I turned around, there was Aiden with a gun- a pistol- in his hand. He glared holes into my skull until Masur stepped before me.

"Let us go." He didn't plead- more like he demanded it. It was something I didn't expect from him, but was impressed. Aiden chuckled, shaking his head while he turned the gun to face Masur.

"And who the hell are you?" He asked, and I suppose he didn't expect an answer because when Masur answered he seemed a little shocked.

"Masur. Patient 4810. I won't ask again. Let us go." He demanded again, and Aiden laughed, cocking his gun more towards Masur, but the latter didn't back down. Instead, he took another step forward. "Let. Us. Go." I took the distraction to take a few steps back, but Aiden pointed the pistol back at me.

"Don't move, Sinbad. I'll shoot Jafar if I have to." Once again Jafar tensed and hugged me harder. I put my hand over his head to give him some comfort. Masur looked at me for a split moment, nodding, and I knew what I had to do next. Masur charged at Aiden, giving the latter quite a shock while I turned away towards the hallway that went outside- to freedom. I heard a gunshot and muffled voices of arguing and fighting, but didn't turn back- couldn't turn back.

Right as we were about to get to the door I heard another gunshot, and pain swept into the back of my shoulder. I fell to the ground when another shot hit me in my calf, dropping Jafar in the process. Then, a foot came over my wounded shoulder, and I screamed out in pain. Aiden- I knew without even looking at him- turned me onto my back, planting the barrel of his pistol to my chest, right above my heart. "You're very persistent, you know that?" He started, pressing the pistol harder into my chest. I groaned in pain from my shoulder and leg, but refused to not look at him. "When Jafar told me he found you in the woods that day... that he erased your memories, I could hardly believe it. He was a cold-blooded killer before you came along. He didn't have remorse for the PSI workers— for the children— he murdered. You make his heart soft, and that isn't something he needs in this world. Not anymore."

"That's... not true..." I croaked out, trying to move my legs to at least get this kid off of me, but he quickly pointed his pistol to where Jafar was. That's when my eyes shifted to my brother, who's own eyes were wide and had tears running down his cheeks. I shook my head, pleadingly. "Jafar no- tell me it's not- ah- not true!" I begged, but Jafar only lowered his head.

"See?" Aiden recalled my attention, smiling widely. "You don't even know your own brother! He's not the same person- leave him with us, and let him be himself! We can teach him how to became a better version of himse-"

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" Suddenly, in a blink of an eye, Aiden was off of me and on the floor with Jafar on top of him- punching the crap out of him. His gun had fallen to their left, too far for me to reach, and I could barely move. "You can't talk about me being two-faced! You're the one who fucking betrayed us!" For some reason, my heart leapt when he said "us" instead of "me"... While their fight went on, my own consciousness went on and off. I'd close my eyes only to open them a few minutes later.

...

I woke up to the sounds of flames crackling. The only way to tell time had gone by was the fact that it was night, and I was outside. We were in the woods, I think. I groaned as I sat up, realizing that my leg and shoulder were wrapped up. Looking around, I spotted where the fire was- and where my brother was. He was sitting on the far side of the fire, away from me, just staring into the fire. He had some dried blood running out of his nostril and mouth, but otherwise he looked fine.

I sat up, gaining the attention of Jafar. I smiled at him and scooted a little closer since my leg wound wouldn't allow me to stand on it. He didn't return my smile, but scooted closer in response.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, eyes hovering over my injuries. I chuckled, flexing my uninjured arm.

"A O.K!" Jafar chuckled at the joke, grabbing my hand and putting it back down. We sat there in silence, mostly staring at the fire, for a good few minutes before I spoke up. "You killed people." Jafar didn't respond verbally, but the way he tensed a little explained it all. "I shouldn't be so shocked. I've killed people- I think... I guess it's just the fact that I never really imagined it before. Aiden was right about one thing; you are different." Jafar turned to me quickly at that, shaking his head.

"N-no! I'm the same little brother you've known! I just... grew up in a fucked up world."

"But does that excuse our actions for killing people? For killing children?"

"Sometimes, yes." I hadn't expected that kind of response, but I kept listening anyway. "Sometimes you have to kill someone to save yourself, or to save the people you love. Sometimes people die and there isn't you can do about it. Excuses are just reasons for doing what you do." I didn't respond to that, opting to turn back to stare at the flames. there was silence for a long time before Jafar spoke up again. "My brain is screwed." He mumbled. I turned back to him.

"What do you mean?" I questioned, and Jafar huffed.

"They tried erasing my memories of you. I wouldn't let them, so that caused my brains to scramble. It's taking a while to fix it all."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" At that, Jafar looked at me and raising a brow.

"You're a red. So if your way of helping me is to burn me then be my guest. Otherwise... I think I dislocated my shoulder..." He gestured to his right shoulder. I rubbed my arm over it and nodded. Yep, definitely dislocated. We'd need to pop it back in place.

"Lay down." Jafar sighed and did as I said, laying down on his side. "Alright, I don't really know how to do this but... I'll do my best."

"How reassuring~" I chuckled, moving his arm up a little.

"Okay, this may hurt a little. 3, 2, 1!" Immediately, Jafar screamed and quickly covered his mouth with his free hand. Tears ran down his cheeks and just seeing him like this made my heart pang. It was like Aiden had actually shot me. Wait, what even happened to that bastard? Not the time to ask...

The popping back the shoulder into place only took a few seconds, but I guess those few seconds were full of some sort of agony. "Hurt a little, he says... Yeah this hurts just a little, dick." Jafar grumbled out when he was done crying. I would've punched his shoulder if it weren't for how I just popped it back in place.

"Well, you'll be okay, won't you?" I asked, a little sarcastically. Jafar glared up at me before laughing. I joined in, wrapped my good arm around him. If only this moment could last forever...

...

"What happened to Aiden? To Masur?" I asked, a little worriedly. Jafar tensed a little, but smiled softly.

"Masur survived. He went on to find some help. He should be back soon. Meanwhile Aiden...? I'm not going to beat around the bush so I'll just say it. I killed him." I frowned.

"Just because he-"

"It was for self defense. I was going to leave him be but— oof-de-doo— he charged at me with a knife. What else was I supposed to do, huh?" He stared at me, his eyes asking for something. Something that I did not have...

"I don't know..." I said, turning back to the flames. Then I wrapped my arm around him again and pulled him close to me, placing a kiss on his head. "Hey, It's fall." I got flicked in the forehead for that.

"Doofus. It's not even close to fall season... let's just get some sleep."