Reverse (Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern fanfic)

The End (part 1)

It's been a few days now, and I am still stuck in this basement. There has been no sign of Oliver coming to look for me. I hope he is at least trying. I hope he is still not sitting in the bar where I last saw him. He probably tried to but the owner most likely kicked him out because he wasn't going to buy anything. He would die of starvation than let the Butterfly effect get the best of him. I guess living in the basement isn't that bad. Sebastian brings me Pancakes every morning when he comes so I would not avoid his questions by saying I have hunger fits or something crazy like that. And sometimes (rarely) when he was in a good mood he would make some French toast, thinking he could bribe me with food so I would tell the truth. On any other day when I was not stuck in the past I would have traded anything for food but I rather have a stable future for when I return than French toast (Although he gives it to me anyway so I would stop being annoying). Now he doesn't pull out his sword every 5 seconds, I would say now it's maybe two or three times a day. Sometimes he would still play cards with me, not because he had an alternative motive but because he was bored. When we got really bored we played Kiss Mary Kill with the Clave members, so far Sebastian refuses to Kiss or Mary any of them, saying that they are too wrinkly to get any action, and I have to say that I agree.

"Do you have any fours?" He asked

"Ugh...I don't want to play this anymore!" I whined

"You always do this. Every time I am about to win you figure out a way to stop it"

"We've played this game about a 100 times, it's getting boring now"

"Kiss Mary Kill? You love that game, making critical comments about other people is your favorite pastime activity"

"You're right but you always kill everyone and that kills all the fun"

"Charades?"

"No you're horrible at that game" I threw my hands up or hand since the other one is still in a handcuff.

"You're a bad guesser!"

"How am I supposed to know that you squawking around like a bird and rolling on the floor flapping your hands is a penguin!"

"I was clearly trying to show a bird who can't fly" After he said that I started to laughing really hard

"What's funny?" He scrunched his face

"You are Fiend, you rolling around squawking like a bird. I wish I recorded that, I could've made a huge profit"

"It's Jonathan" he said

"Who is?" I was confused

"My name. It's Jonathan" Jonathan? That was his name wasn't it? I always forget that, people around me always just called him the 'one that shall not be named' or Sebastian for short. If Jace was named Jonathan then so was he, "Why are you smiling like that? It's creepy"

"Because you told me your name" I said cheerfully

"Don't get too excited, I have an alternative motive"

"Which is?" I cocked my eyebrow

"Obviously to get you to trust me so you won't see you're death coming and then die with that surprise look, which will freeze on your face making you the funniest corpse ever to be dead"

"You're funny Jonathan. You know Shadowhunters need to be more creative with their names, I know like five other Jonathans" I continued, "Of course they all have nicknames.....oh! We need one for you. How about Jon?...no that's one is taken. How about Jojo? Yeah I like the sound of that"