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Steven stared in aw of the building that was once his fathers car wash. He couldn't help feel bad about the smashed business. Maybe because it was his fault. It was his fault that the gems ship smashed into earth. So it was his fault that a good sized chunk smashed into the wash. Right? It only seemed fair. It wasn't anyone else fault.
Suddenly a buzzing noise came from the emerald colored piece. It grew louder and louder as each minute passed. But Steven didn't move. He wanted to stay so he could explain what happened to his shop. Soon the buzzing was so loud it started shaking the ground! Smoke came from the crushed building. "Steven! Get away from there!" But before the young gem could turn around, the car wash exploded!
Pearl's pov.
As the force of the explosion forced Steven back my heart stopped. Running to the youngest member of the Crystal Gems only one thought came to my mind. Get to Steven. You will not fail him like you did Rose. This extra bit of adrenaline made me move even faster. I just had to get to him! Before it was too late.
I neared the ruble of the fallen building. A figure ran faster ahead of me. Garnet started throwing large pieces of concrete out of the way to find Steven. She had the same goal as me. Get to Steven. See if he's OK. A gasp from the fusion made my body freeze in it's place. What happened?! Was he OK?! Garnet reached down and picked up something I never thought I would see. Steven's Gem.
End of Pearl's Pov.
Every gem just stared at the pink gem. They have of course had seen this before. It had happened to all of them. But they never thought it would happen to Steven! The half boy, half gem who brought laughter into their lives was now healing in his gem. Pearl didn't even think he could do that! She thought his human part wouldn't be able to handle it! But apparently the gem was wrong.
Amethyst touched the smooth surface of the containment of the youngest crystal gem. Would Steven know what to do? They never before told him how these things worked. What if he messed up and came back like a total monster? Or he tried to come back in the form of his mother? What if he didn't know how to come back?!
The purple skinned girl let a few tears fall. She couldn't help it. She just wanted him to be OK. They had already lost Rose. She didn't want to lose him too. Not after all that the group had been through over the years.
Garnet started walking the gem back to the beach house. The place were he'd be most safe. She put the gem on the bed the three women had built for him years ago with the help of Greg. Greg. Oh no what would he think about his son getting hurt? Garnet pushed the thought out of her mind and went back down stairs to meet the other worried gems.
"All we can do now is wait and hope Steven will come back soon." And that's just what they did. Was wait.
1 week later Ruby/Garnet's Pov.
It has been 1 week since Steven was hurt. It also has been 1 week of waiting for him to return. The three of us decided to take turns waiting with Rose's gem. It was my idea. I remember the first time coming out of my gem. Having no one there to come back to. I didn't want that for the chubby boy. No. He would have someone there for him.
It was late in the night. Night was my sift. Morning was Pearl, and afternoon was Amethyst. Surprisingly I was getting a little bored watching human people throw each other around on the T.V. we had gotten when Rose first left. We knew the short attention spans of humans. All we had to do was look at Steven's father for that proof. Then I had an idea.
Standing up I started dancing. Or UN-fusing myself. A bright light grew, filing the small room. I sat up from on my stomach. I looked up to see a blue gloved hand reaching for me. Sapphire. I grin up at the beautiful women in front of me. "Why did you do that?" I ask the blue gem. "For this." All of a sudden Sapphire started to sing the she sang to me on the gem ship.
I didn't know why she was doing this at first. But then I remembered that Sapphire told me Steven liked her song. That was a thing me and the boy shared. We both loved it when she sang. I wasn't as good at it. But I couldn't help but hum along with her. She grabbed my hand I looked up. Still singing the pretty gem motioned for me to join her.
So here we are. Singing for someone who probably couldn't even hear us. Singing a sad song that soon turned joyful. As we sang we didn't realize the pink light coming from the bed. Or that a shape of a boy was forming above it. Not until it was too late. Steven was back. And he was staring right at us.