What if Jonathan Morgenstern had lived: adventures in New York

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 when Clary takes her brother into New York City. 

“Where are we going?” Clary was pulling him forward over the streets, her small fingers tightened around his wrist. “We are going on an adventure.” She ducked into a nearby subway station. Jonathan grimaced. It smelled like pee here. “You’re going to have to be more specific.” he said, while they made their way to the crowd of bodies. “We’re going into New York. You haven’t even left the Institute, and it’s good for you to go out.”
“I have left the Institute.” Jonathan protested. Clary didn’t even stop to shoot him a look and he recoiled. “Okay, I haven’t left the Institute.” She pulled him into a subway that was headed to Time Square and they sat down on two empty seats. “Where are we going?” he asked again when the subway started moving. She smiled, her green eyes sparkling. “You’ll see.” They sat in silence for a while when suddenly Jonathan noticed two girls a few seats away. They were whispering to each other while looking at them, and when they caught him looking they started giggling. “Clary, why are those girls staring at us?” he murmured under his breath. Clary glanced in the girls’ direction and grinned. “They’re checking you out.” He snapped his head towards her. “They think you’re good-looking.” she clarified. Heat creeped up his neck. “Oh.” Oh, wow good answer Jonathan. He internally cringed at himself, before glancing back at the girls. They were quite pretty and still staring at him. He carefully smiled and grinned when he saw their eyes go big and break into a whisper at each other again. He turned back to see Clary was looking at him with an amused smile. “My brother, the heartbreaker.” she chuckled. He shook his head and opened his mouth to reply when the subway stopped moving and Clary pulled him up. “Our stop.” They walked out and made their way to the stairs. He looked up when they reached the last step and his mouth fell open. “This is Times Square.” he heard Clary say, a hint of a grin in her voice. High buildings with billboards and colors and cars and yellow cabs and so many people. The energy immediately felt different and he loved it. It was a different kind of magic. “Come on,” Clary grabbed his hand and pulled him with her, careful not to bump into someone. He didn’t ask again where they were going since he knew she wouldn’t answer her, and just let her guide him through the streets. She stopped in front of a building with huge yellow letters that said ‘McDonalds’ and went inside. “What is this place?” he asked. “A place to eat.” She replied, headed towards the counter. She said something to the girl behind the counter who was wearing a striped blouse and a blue cap and a few minutes later she walked up to him with a plate. He followed her to a table and they sat down. “Clary..-” he started but she cut him off. “Just try it.” She took the wrap of a weird looking sandwich and handed it to him. “What is this?” he asked as he took it, the smell working it’s way up his nose and making his mouth water. “That, my brother, is a hamburger.” The smirk on her face as she watched him take his first bite was funny. She even leaned in, her green eyes curious. “And?” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “It’s good.” he mumbled with his mouth full. Her grin spread and she handed him a cup with a straw. “Now, the milkshake.” He put down the burger and took a sip. “Wow.” was his reaction. “I know.” The smile on her face almost reached her ears. “Was this all you wanted to show me?” He asked and took another bite of the burger. “Of course not, but it’s a good start.” she unwrapped her burger too and bit into it. They ate their burgers and took their milkshakes with them, back on the New York streets. New York was so full of life, it was a lot for him to take in. He saw so many different people. Men in suits who were talking rapidly on their phones, mothers with buggies and screaming kids, women with high heels and long hair, skaters, lots of teenagers with backpacks and uniforms and on every corner there seemed to be a musician, playing their instrument with a cap in front of him where occasionally people threw some money in. He just let Clary pull him along while he looked around, soaking in every detail.

At the end of the day they were standing on top of the Empire State Building, presenting them a view of the whole city. The sun was setting and Jonathan had never felt so content. Happy, even. He leaned with his arms on the railing as he stared into the distance. Clary joined him, pocketing her phone. “Are you up for one last adventure today?” she asked. He turned his head to look at her. “What’s the plan?” She tapped her pocket where her phone now was. “That was Jace. They’re all going out tonight. If you want to come..?” He smiled softly. “I’d love to.” Clary nudged him grinning and the nudged her back. “Thanks for today.” She nodded and turned around to lean with her back against the railing. The wind played with her red hair, making it dance. A grin spread across her face. “You should know that that girl over there is totally checking you out.” He turned around slightly and his eyes fell on a girl who’s eyes were indeed on him. She had dirty blonde hair in a ponytail and a short skirt, showing off her tan legs. “Ask her number.” Clary prodded and he jerked his head towards her. “Are you crazy?” She laughed, throwing her head back. “I sometimes think I might be.” she said, still laughing. He shook is head, laughing too. He always thought he was crazy too, for not fitting in. But when he looked at Clary, who was still smiling, he thought that, maybe, being crazy wasn’t so bad after all.

If you have any ideas or requests for the next fanfic, let me know down in the comments!

amy calloway sisters


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