So, this is my first shot at writing... anything, really. And as a friend of mine once said, you gotta love pre-established plot lines! I obviously do not own Steven Universe. This IS fan fiction, right?

EDIT: I noticed that the more I'm trying to flesh out my story, the more I am starting to learn about writing. As much, I may start to notice flaws or things that could be improved. Previous chapters may be prone to smaller changes or even entire rewrites. I am hoping as an author along with this story.

"Whoa... Is this one of those... magic gem places, you told me about?" Connie asked Steven in wonder.

After being warped through a magic portal by Lion, the two found themselves on a circular platform in a huge cavern, entirely surrounded by water. Equally as astonished as Connie, Steven took a few steps forward. To his amazement, the middle circle of the stage briefly lit up in a bright, pink light, revealing a small pedestal in the center of the room.

"Yep, magic gem place." Steven confirmed. "Lion, normally I'm all about this stuff, but this is not the movies."

Lion simply returned a disinterested growl.

"What does that mean, Lion!" Steven lamented, throwing up his arms in frustration. "What does that even mean!"

Connie, meanwhile, curiously examined the pillar. "What if he bought you here... for a reason?" She offered. While Steven was busy worrying about the movies, she noticed the hand shaped slot placed on top of the pillar. Experimentally, she lifted Steven's hand and placed it on top. Sure enough, the entire platform lit up once again.

"Hey, I think it likes you!" She giggled.

Steven, realizing his hand was practically glued to the pillar, began to panic. "I'm stuck! It won't... come off!

"Hang on!" Connie helped him trying to remove his hand from the pillar, but to no avail. "Well, looks like it's stuck on good. I guess we'll have to chop it off" She offered sarcastically.

"WHAAT?!"

Right on cue, a container emerged from the ground in front of them, revealing an assortment of various swords in all shapes and sizes.

"Hey, swords!" Connie said mischievously.

"NOO!" Steven yelled, still not entirely okay with the idea of having his entire hand removed. At his command, the swords returned to where they came from.

"Whoah, how did you do that?" Connie asked curiously.

"I... don't know?"

"Do it again!"

Trying to focus his mind, Steven attempted to cause some sort of reaction, but with little results.
Connie, meanwhile, wondered if she could use Steven as some sort of controller. Experimentally poking him, she actually managed to produce various sets of armor from the ground.

"Cool! Press my nose!" Steven yelled enthusiastically.

Sure enough, the sets of armor were replaced by three pink cannons.

"Wow, are those light cannons?" Steven wondered. "I wonder what else we can find in here"

Without needing to be told what to do next, Connie yanked at Steven's cheeks.

To their right, a small pedestal appeared, revealing a pink bubble. Although it was rather far away, Steven swore he could spy a gem inside. Connie immediately walked over to it, eager to inspect the alien object.

"Hey, wait! Careful with that!"

Seemingly deaf, she picked up the bubble, eyeing it with wonder. Inside, she could see a faceted green gem, calmly floating inside the sphere.

"Hey, I think there's something inside!"

Steven frantically tried to pull himself free, and to his surprise, actually managed to do so. Stumbling back, he accidentally knocked over Connie, sending the bubble flying across the platform.

"What?! NO!" He yelled, desperately lifting his arm in a feeble attempt to catch it. Though soon enough, the bubble clattered to the ground, popping it, and releasing the stored gem.

"Oohh, this is not good..." Steven whimpered, growing increasingly agitated. If a gem had been sealed away in a desolate place such as this, it had to be for a reason. But his question was soon to be answered, as the gem started producing a faint light. Floating up, a shape began to materialize itself, slowly forming into a humanoid figure. Soon enough, a person, who looked like what one would estimate to be a young man, manifested itself, it's back turned to them. He estimated it to be slightly taller than Pearl.

"Wait... a male gem?" Steven muttered in confusion.

Noticing the sound, the figure quickly turned around. Connie inquisitively eyed the being in front of her. He had lime skin and an overall slim build, mid-length, white, ruffled hair and two green eyes. His facial features were mostly plain and ordinary. He wore a surprisingly casual attire: A dark green hooded jacket over a light green shirt, completed with olive cargo pants, with a notable lack of any footwear. Additionally, he wore a finger less glove on his right hand, while his gem, a green octagon, was embedded on the back of his right hand. Steven noted that it was similar to a usual human attire, rather than the unusual outfits of his gem friends.

"Phew, he doesn't seem to be corrupted." Steven sighed in relief.

"Huh? Corrupted? How did I get here? Who are you, anyway? I... my head feels... hazy"

Steven, regaining his composure, stepped forward. "I'm Steven, and this is Connie. We found you in some kind of compartment. I wonder what you were doing in there...?"

"Oh...okay. Well, I'm Adamite, I... think?" The gem scratched the back of his head in confusion. Steven assumed he was still trying to take in the whole situation.

"What do you mean you... think?" Steven asked.

"I don't know. I don't really... remember anything. It's just the only name floating around in my mind, so I figured it would be mine... does that make sense?"

"Wait, so you don't know anything about yourself? Hm, maybe the other gems know who you are, we should probably head back to the temple and ask them about you."

"Sure... I guess." He mumbled drowsily.

Steven enthusiastically turned around, only to see that Lion had been taking a nap. Again.

"Lion, get us back to the temple" He commanded.

He instead received a apathetic yawn.

"Come on you lazy fuzzball, you can take a nap when we're home. Please?"

Reluctantly, Lion rolled on to his stomach, beckoning the trio to hop on. Steven and Connie ran over to him, getting themselves comfortable on his back. "Hey, that means you too!" Steven yelled over to Adamite, who was still absently gazing around the scene. Snapping to his senses, he noticed everyone else staring at him.

"Uhh... right. Coming." He cautiously approached the strange, pink creature, unsure of it's nature.

"Don't worry, Lion is nice! He's just like a normal pet dog. Expect he can walk on water, and shoots magic portals and stuff."

Still not entirely convinced, Adamite slowly climbed onto his back, sitting down behind Connie.

"Lion, go!" Steven ordered.

For once, Lion got up on command, and released a powerful roar, which manifested itself into a pink portal. He started running towards it, and, with a mighty leap, jumped right through. Adamite was holding on to the creature as though his life depended on it, but managed to keep himself from screaming. Soon enough, they found themselves on the beach in front of Steven's house. Adamite, still shaken by the experience, slowly got off Lion, glad to have solid ground under his feet again.

"Well, that was... something." He stammered.

"This is where I live!" Steven exclaimed happily. "I'm sure it's okay if you stay here for now. At least until we can figure out who you are. Come on!" Before the rest could say anything, Steven already darted up the stairs to his doorstep, beckoning them to follow.

"I'd love to stay, but I can't really tell how much time we spent in that weird place. My parents would kill me if I came home late. I'll see you later Steven! Oh, and you too, Adamite." She waved them a friendly farewell, and ran back towards the city.

Upon entering the small house, Adamite examined the room he found himself in. From the small bed in front of an odd box, to the open kitchen, everything seemed to... simple. But what stood out the most was the strange pad in front of a set of doors. The house seemed to have been built onto the side of a mountain, or a structure made of rock. Given the unusual craftsmanship, he assumed it to be some kind of temple.

"Yo Steven" he heard a voice yell. It was then, that he noticed the small, plump figure on top of the bed, apparently watching said odd box. She jumped down, landing in the middle of the room.

"I thought you were going to watch that movie with Con-" She noticed Adamite, still standing in the doorstep. "Whoa... a guy! Who is that?".

"Uhh... Amethyst, meet Adamite! Adamite, Amethyst. I found him in some strange place Lion showed me."

Amethyst immediately walked up to him, curiously eyeing him from all sides. Adamite felt a bit uncomfortable, but decided not to speak up.

"You found him? What was he doing there, anyway?"

"We don't know, I think he's lost his memory, so I offered him to stay until we can figure things out."

"Well, I sure don't mind" She turned back to Adamite, playfully boxing his right shoulder. "You and I, we're gonna get along juuust fine!"

He forced a sympathetic smile on his lips.

"By the way, where are the other gems?" Steven asked.

"Eh, they went on some sort of mission about another random corrupted gem. I was still busy doin' nothing, though, but they can handle it. They'll probably be back anytime soon. Until then, who's ready for sum' wacky cartoons!"

With that, Amethyst leaped back onto the bed, turning back to the box. Steven happily followed her up the stairs, sitting down next to her. Adamite decided it was likely best to just follow them. He had to admit, he was quite curious as to what those "cartoons" were. Making his way up to the two, he took his seat next to Steven. But even though the series they were watching was surely interesting, he couldn't help but drift off, trying to remember something, anything at all. But his mind seemed entirely blank, try as he might.

So, I really have no idea what my writing is like. ANY form of feedback is welcome. Flame me, praise me, I can take it. I just need to know how to improve. Especially if you feel like some of the characters are too OOC. I do want to portray them properly, after all.