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 is for all the Joniver shippers.
“Oh my god it’s so cold!” River exclaimed when she walked in. “It’s winter, sweetheart. It’s supposed to be cold.” Jonathan smirked and jumped up to help her take her coat off. “In Australia it’s sunny in the winter.” She took her hat off and sat down. “Yeah, but there is cold in the summer, so there’s no winning here. I already ordered for you, by the way.” They were at their favorite coffee shop that had become their usual meeting spot. River loved the hot chocolate there and Jonathan the chocolate cake. Right when he said that, the waitress came with a mug for River and a slice of cake for him. She cupped her hands around the mug and brought it up to her lips to take a sip. She was wearing her hair in two braids and her cheeks were red from the cold. She looked so adorable, Jonathan had the sudden urge to frame this moment. So he slipped his phone out of his pocket and opened his camera. River looked up, the mug still on her lips, at the exact moment he snapped a picture. “What are you doing?” She put the mug down. “You looked really cute, I just had to take a picture.” River raised her eyebrows in response and he grinned. “I’m using this as lockscreen.” He announced, waving with his phone. “Jonathan!” she called out, but she smiled and his stomach stirred, like every time she said his name. He took her hand over the table and rubbed his thumb over her palm. She smiled at him, and they sat in silence for a while. River drinking her hot chocolate and Jonathan eating his cake. When there was only a little bit left, Jonathan shove his plate to River, because he knew she always wanted a bite of his cake. After the first three times of asking, he had just started shoving his plate to her and she would finish it. It was their thing. She finished the cake and a crumble of chocolate lingered on her lip. He smirked and pointed at it. “You got something there.” She looked up. “Hmm?” He leaned over the table to her. “Right here.” And he kissed her. Kissing River was unlike anything. Her lips were soft and sweet, and it sent sparks flying through his veins. When he pulled back a few seconds later she was flushed and peered at him through her eyelashes. He grinned and she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Cheater.” That made him grin even wider. “But you love me.” She cocked her head and looked at him, a smile pulling her lips. “Said who?” He nudged her foot. “You, Hudson.” He had started calling her Hudson a few weeks back when they took a trip on a boat on the Hudson River. It started out as a joke, but it stuck and now it was his nickname for her. She shook her head smiling and he chuckled. “Ready to go?” She looked up surprised. “Where are we going?” He stood up and smirked. “You’ll see.”
“We’re going ice skating?” River asked, eyes wide with surprise and a faint hint of a smile on her lips. They stood at the ice skate rink near Rockefeller Center and only a few people were making use of it. An older couple, a mother with two little kids and four boys, who Jonathan guessed were around twelve. River had her hat pulled over her ears and her head ducked into her shawl, holding her gloved hand in his. “Yep, Hudson. We’re going ice skating.” She turned to him and kissed his lips. “You’re the best boyfriend.” His heart skipped a few beats and he smiled at her, before she pulled him to the ticket booth. They rented two pairs of ice skates and River had them on in no time, while Jonathan was still struggling. She stood up, leaving her shoes on the bench, and skated a round before returning to Jonathan. “I have to confess something.” He said, when she was back in hearing distance. “What?” she asked, her breath forming little clouds in the air. “I don’t know how to ice skate.” River laughed softly and pulled him up. “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you, it’s not hard.” She took his hands in hers and started skating backwards. He shuffled after her, squeezing her hands. “Left foot, right foot, look at me.” She let him go and started skating around the rink. It didn’t look hard when she did it, he thought and he tried it. He didn’t come far before he slipped and landed hard with his butt on the ice. River was with him in seconds and helped him. “Tell me why people do this for fun?” he groaned. She laughed, and it sounded like bubbles in the wind. “You have to learn it, then it‘s fun! Come on, let’s do it again.” After an hour he managed to skate around the rink without falling, trailing River who flawlessly was skating her seventh round. Halfway her eight round she stopped next to him and took his hand, shooting him a smile. Her eyes were sparkling with happiness and her cheeks were flushed from the cold. She looked so breathtakingly beautiful, Jonathan forgot he was ice skating. He slipped and with a yelp he fell to the floor, pulling River with him. She shrieked surprised and landed on top of him. He groaned, the cold seeping through his coat and licking on his legs. “Your fault,” he grunted. “You distracted me.” River threw her head back and started laughing. “Alright, pretty boy,” she giggled. “Let’s do another round.” She started to get up, but he pulled her down again and caged her with his arms. “Jonathan,” she protested but he kissed her quickly to shut her up. She smiled at him lovingly. “Jonathan?” she whispered. “Hudson?” she nudged him and he chuckled, a rumble in his chest. “What is it, sweetheart?” he asked, when she bit her lip. She lifted her brown deer-like eyes, meeting his and took a deep breath. “I want to do the Ascension.”