A/N: Hello! This is a suggestion from a friend. I'm planning about 20-30 chapters for this one, so I'll actually plan ahead, typing and editing a few times. I'm using WordPad, since this laptop doesn't have Microsoft Word (yet), so editing is pretty much compulsory (the spacebar isn't the best).

I will recommend songs each chapter- not necessarily for the chapter, but just songs I really enjoy (note: every song sounds better in Nightcore!).

Song #1- Partners In Crime by Set It Off.

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The golden white sand of Surfer's Paradise beach was powdery and hot beneath my bare feet as I walked along it with my best friend, Katie Oakes, after dinner.

"She was all like, 'Mercy!'" I snickered. "Her laser gun was on the floor, so I just said, 'Eat laser ray, loser!' And I got her in the chest- pinpoint accuracy." I stumbled slightly on the soft, unstable sand, but easily regained my footing. I had excellent balance.

Sometimes people wondered how we became friends. We looked nothing alike. Katie had long, dark hair, smooth cocoa in waves to her waist. My hair was pale blonde- bleached by the harsh Aussie sun. Her skin was as pale as milk. Mine was tanned, the colour of caramel, from hours on the beach. Her eyes were almond-shaped and the pale blue of a cloudless day. Mine were round, and were the shiny black of polished obsidian. She was average at one point six metres tall. I was a beanpole at one point seven-five. She was slender, like a dancer. I was stocky and muscled, like the surfer I was. She was shy and conservative. I was loud and a total party girl.

"You know," Katie began, "I reckon that- whoa!" she cried as she tripped over something on the sandy beach. I helped her up, then took a closer look. I stepped forward, and gasped.

It was a woman.

Her smooth, wet skin was dark, like mahogany. Her damp, chin-length hair was as black as coal, and drying quickly, becoming frizzy. She was wearing reflective, futuristic glasses. Her clothes- half-red half-blue jeans, a tight dark red leather tank top with a pink star outline on the right half of her chest, and navy blue gloves that only covered her middle finger- clung to her body with sea water. She had dark blue Converse sneakers. She had two rings on each hand- on her left hand, a gold ring with a garnet was on her pointer and a bronze ring with a ruby was on her pinky. Both stones were square facet. On her right hand, another gold-garnet ring was on her pinky and a silver ring with a sapphire was on her pointer. These were triangle facet. Sand was in her hair and all over her still body. She seemed around one point eight metres tall. She was breathing and alive, but clearly unconscious- I couldn't guess why.

I cursed under my breath. "We have to help-" I began, but cut off when I glanced up. There were four other women nearby, all wet and covered in sand. I ran to the closest, but Katie stayed with the first. I checked over the woman, checking her pulse and breathing before noticing details.

Her clear, perfect skin was pale, white as milk. She had a gold ear piercings, with gleaming white, slightly oval pearls dangling from them. Her short hair was the pale pink of cotton candy, and stuck to her neck with water and possibly sweat. She wore tight yellow shorts, pale blue-green ballet shoes with pink ankle socks, and a turquoise top with a small skirt, a wide ribbon across her stomach, tied in the middle of her back. There was a small yellow star on her chest, and she was about one point seven metres tall. She, too, was unconscious.

I checked the other three women- also knocked out. I noticed one thing- they were all beautiful. They looked like supermodels.

The shortest of the three was about a metre and a half tall. She had skin the colour of milk chocolate, and her long, messy hair was pale lilac. She had a amethyst pendant that rested in the hollow of her collarbone, dangling from a silver chain. She wore an oversized white tank top with a ragged hem that brushed her thighs. Her leggings were black, with purple stars on the knees. She wore white leather boots with bright purple toes.

The middle-sized one was Katie's height. She had light brown skin, like pale chocolate, or light bronze. Her straight shoulder-length hair was a light yellow-green, and was only slightly damp at the ends. She had stud earrings, jewelled with emeralds or maybe peridots. She wore dark green trousers with yellow diamonds on the knees, and a halter top that bared her smooth stomach. The top was a matching green, the collar a lighter lime, with a yellow diamond in the middle. Her shoes were simple green sandals with yellow diamond clips.

The tallest had pale tan skin. She was one point six-five metres tall. Her messy short hair was dyed a dark blue, with a halter crop top and a knee length skirt. These were both ocean blue. Her top was clipped at the back and tied at the neck, leaving most of her back bare. That revealed a dark blue teardrop tattoo in between her shoulderblades, and I noticed that the triangles on the bottom and top of her shirt and skirt, respectively, resembled a diamond. She was barefoot. And she had a bundle clutched tightly in her arms.

"What's she holding?" Katie asked. I jumped.

"Jesus, K, don't scare me like that," I breathed, before kneeling and gently removing the bundle from her arms. It seemed to unravel, and I gasped.

"It's a kid," Katie said breathlessly.

Indeed it was. He was small, maybe one point four metres tall, but had a teenage face, maybe fourteen. He was slightly pudgy, but in a cute way. He had dark brown, curly hair, and clear, baby pink skin. He wore a red-pink t-shirt with a big golden star on the chest, and blue jeans. His shoes were pink flip-flops, and when his shirt came up a bit, I caught a glimpse of a belly button piercing with a pink jewel in it. A rose quartz?

"We should bring them home," I said. Luckily our cars were parked nearby. When we got to them- the green-clothed one, the bluenette and the little boy in my car, the frizzy-haired one, the white-skinned one, and the star-kneed one in Katie's- I was glad that I shared a huge house with Katie.

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Half an hour later, all six of them were on our loungeroom floor on all of our spare matresses. We gave them some plain pyjamas to wear, since I was watching the sun setting over the ocean from our balcony.

"What do you think happened?" Katie asked, joining me at the railing. I sighed- I had a knack for deducing things with almost spot-on truth.

"My guess is that they washed up from a boat wreck, and passed out from exhaustion," I said. "We should ask them when they wake up."

We didn't have to wait long.

I turned around. The frizzy-haired woman with the rings was screaming and thrashing in her blankets. I ran to pull them off her, and Katie spoke soft, soothing words to calm her down. When she stopped thrashing, her eyes focused on Katie.

"Who are you?" the woman demanded. "Where am I?"

Katie and I exchanged glances. "I'm Kaitlyn Oakes," Katie said shyly, cautiously, "and she's Amy Abbotts. You're in Australia- Surfer's Paradise, to be specific."

The woman narrowed her eyes. "How did I get here?" She asked, then her brown eyes went wide. "Wait, where are the others? Where's Steven?!"

I stopped her. "The others are all here. And I guess the kid's Steven," I told Katie, who went and carried the small boy over. The woman took him and cradled him to her chest, whispering sweetly. It was obvious she cared for him. She pulled up his shirt and stared at his belly button.

"Where's his gem?" she harshly demanded.

I was confused. "The only gem I saw on him was the belly button ring."

Her face went from confusion to shock, then to horror. She looked at her hands, her rings, and she grit her teeth. Tears beaded up in her eyes.

"The lake..." she murmured. She seemed to process something, then sighed. She looked up at us. "My name's Garnet. I am-was- the leader of the Crystal Gems. We fell through the Lake of Conversion, and... I guess we became humans," she said slowly.

I was confused, but accepted she wasn't lying. "So you're from a different reality than ours?"

She nodded. "Since Gems don't exist in this world... we couldn't be Gems here. So the Lake made us into the closest thing."

Katie looks at me. Her lips were pursed. "Can you tell us the names of the others?" I asked.

Garnet nodded. "Bring them to me."

We did, and were surprised at the sorrow in her eyes as she examined their limp bodies, but she knew they were okay.

"Pearl, Amethyst, Lapis Lazuli, and Peridot," Garnet said. Pearl was the slender, pale one, with the pearl earrings. Amethyst was the short, dark-skinned one with the amethyst pendant. Lapis Lazuli was the tanned, slim one with the tattoo on her back. Peridot was the short, bronze-skinned one with peridot studs. As Peridot's name was spoken, she stirred. Her eyes opened. They were as green as emeralds.

"Ugh. Where am we, Garnet?" she asked, her voice high-pitched and a bit childlike. "The last thing I remember is falling into that lake..."

Garnet sighed. "It was the Lake of Conversion. Please," she said to us. "Will you help us home?"

Katie and I exchanged glances. "Okay."

We had a long job ahead of us.