If you read City of Heavenly Fire, you can probably still remember how you felt when Jonathan died. Angry, sad, disappointed, unfair he died before he got a chance to live. I felt it all. So did my brain. My mind started playing with the concept What If Jonathan Had Lived? That’s why I’ve decided to write this series of short scenes. They all take place after the ending of COHF (apart from the first one) and all include Jonathan Morgenstern. I do not own these characters and these events never happened, it’s all from my imagination. This scene takes place during a training session at the Institute.
“You know, Jonathan is a very long name. Have you tried shortening it?” Jonathan, Clary and Simon were in the training room of the Institute. They had been practicing with seraph blades for at least two hours, when Simon asked that question, right when Jonathan avoided a blow from Clary’s side. Simon leaned against the wall, and looked at Jonathan. “How about Jonah? Jo? John?” Jonathan shook his head laughing and Clary scoffed, blocking his blow. “Honestly, Simon, does he look like a John?” Simon looked at him, obviously musing over that question. “No, not really.” Jonathan ducked and Clary’s blade soared over his head. “It’s just Jonathan.” he said to Simon and lunged forward. His blade connected to Clary’s arm, not enough to hurt her. At that moment the door creaked open and Jace walked in. “Ah, brother and sister are fighting. The irony.” He planted a kiss on Clary’s cheek. “Did you hit him?” Clary bit her lip and grinned up at him. “Sure did.” Which was true, Jonathan could feel a bruise forming on his hip. His sister might look like a tiny doll, but she knew how to fight. “That’s my girl.” Jace winked at her and looked at Simon. “Mundie boy, my sister is looking for you.” Simon dropped his seraph blade. “Not a mundane.” he muttered as he walked out. Jace shrugged and ran a hand through his hair. Not that it helped much, it fell right back in his eyes. Jonathan still found the color interesting. He had never seen eyes like that before. Gold, smothered whenever he looked at Clary. Twinkling when teasing. Flaming when fighting. It was like those eyes lived a life of their own. Jace saw him looking and winked. “Want to touch my mangoes?” Jonathan’s eyes widened and he started coughing. Clary nudged Jace in his ribs. “Don’t do that.” Jace’s arms slipped around her waist, tucking her to his chest. “Just kidding, you’re the only one who is allowed to touch my mangoes.” Jonathan flinched. He really didn’t want to know about his sister’s sex life. Even though it had been a month, he still wasn’t quite used to Jace and his sarcastic comments on everything. But he was a good guy and nice to him, in his own way. Isabelle had accepted him too, which her brother didn’t quite agree with. “What, he’s like a lost puppy. A hot, lost puppy.” She had said and winked at him. Still not used to girls, beautiful girls, Jonathan had flushed. Speaking of the devil, the door creaked again and Isabelle and Simon walked in. Their mouths were moving fast, which means they were bickering. Whenever you saw the two of them together they were either arguing or making out. “I know you’re perfectly capable of defending yourself, Iz, but I am your boyfriend. You have to give me a chance to protect you.” he heard Simon say. “You are so cute when you’re all old fashion.” Isabelle said, which caused Simon to grin. Jonathan felt uncomfortable with how intense Simon and Isabelle were looking at each other. Something cold and sharp in his neck startled him and he slowly turned around. Clary was standing behind him, her seraph blade pointed at him. A smile touched her lips. “Come on, brother. We weren’t done fighting yet.” Jonathan grinned and held up his seraph blade. “Bring it, little sister.” he replied and lunged forward.