A/N: So.. this has been something I'd kept and only had it uploaded on Google Plus. I decided today that I'm going to move it here. I hope you enjoy it!

The Unexpected
Prologue

After yet another grueling, harsh day at his many workplaces, a familiar, slender rockman was pacing the grand, luxuriant living room of his soon-to-be-wife's mansion, grumbling and frowning.

Were his girlfriend awake to see this, she'd know exactly who to blame. What to blame. The Wattersons. But tonight he just didn't want to talk about it. It was always the same spiel every day. And he couldn't stand it.

He glared at a little picture, the contents of which he didn't care to register now. All he wanted in this godforsaken town was respect. Not many treated him with the kindness and amity he so graciously gave away.

And then his glare softened, and he reached to pick up the photo. Thumbing it gently, he remembered.

Karen. This was their first time meeting and he cherished it. Why?

Well, she was among the few to respect him. The first few. Of course he'd come to love her with all his heart. He smiled, and then he frowned.

But it wasn't enough. Patrons. Bosses. Partners. Anyone else he'd ever met barely had given him a second glance. Others, too, neglected him. And then there were the Wattersons, whose sole purpose seemed to be to make his life a living hell…

Larry gasped as he almost crumpled up the picture, and set it back down. He'd have to buy a frame for that. He then sighed, and continued to pace, this time making his way to the small balcony just on this floor. Opening the doors and stepping out, he was only slightly refreshed by the cool, fresh air. And then he stared up at the dark blue sky, stars lighting it up brighter than any streetlamp.

He found it beautiful. Breathtaking. It almost took his mind off his troubles, but then he remembered yet another foible.

He remembered them promising they'd treat him better.

He remembered they said they'd give him more respect.

He remembered even brightening up at their change of heart, hoping that maybe, just maybe, change was coming. And thus he forgave them.

Cue the next day, and it was back to the same old routine. The two kids were trouble enough, but their parents? he shuddered, remembering all the idiocy, all the rage, the plotting, the thoughtlessness, everything.

He growled softly, and then found he was clutching the banister a bit too tightly and ceased his grip. Larry bit his lip, eyes wide, and then he shook his head, sighing. He'd never been this angry before they came. He swore it was a part of him now, and he didn't like it.

There had to be a way to gain respect around here… he mused, looking up at the sky again. But this time, he caught a shooting star, and, despite his disbelief in superstition, found himself closing his eyes and reciting the poem to activate the magic quietly.

And then he silently wished on that star, and once he was done, opened his eyes. He felt no change so far, as he expected, but perhaps it was too soon.

So he sighed and exited the balcony, closing the doors back and crossing the floor back to the living room. He sat on the sprawling couch, grabbed the remote, and turned on the television, if only to pass the time.

But something strange happened. He could've sworn he had it on that weather channel last time. Now it was on something different. Featuring strange people who called themselves Crystal Gems, with one seemingly human boy among them. Intrigued, however, he didn't turn, and leaned in, hand on his chin.

The episode was a little strange to him, but it continued to pique his interest. It soared even more when he heard one of the other characters speak, the character who was one of two working at this place called The Big Donut.

He.. he sounds.. he sounds like me! Larry stared slack-jawed. But even stranger, this character was named Lars. Lars.. Larry.. the rockman blinked. The similarities seemed endless. But the episode didn't focus on Lars for long, for it cut away to something else. Another commercial.

Larry frowned softly as he realized what that was. A promo. He managed to catch a promo. And he was so interested and looking forward to seeing the actual episode. He grunted, scratching the back of his head lightly as he turned off the television and suddenly yawned.

He didn't question that. He'd had to work overtime at least three times today, so he figured he'd be more than a little tired. Larry began to think, lying down carefully. Who was that Lars character? what was that show? did the wish work..?

He blinked, and closed his eyes, trying to figure this all out. Trying to decipher if the wish did indeed work. Unfortunately, his logical mind had no room for supernatural feeling, so he ended up feeling next to nothing. Larry Needlemeyer frowned, and shook his head, "Well, guess it.." yawning again, "didn't work.. I'm just gonna.. gonna sleep and then start this whole thing over tomorrow…"

And with another yawn and some repositioning, he drifted off on a raft of dejection, clearly not looking forward to the next day. Little did he know, he was going to experience.. the unexpected...

A/N: So.. this is my very first TAWOG story, but it's also, ya know, a crossover. Hehe. I honestly love how this turned out. I'm basing this after that one episode, where at the end they apologized and he forgives them. So.. yeah. See ya next week if ya don't have any thoughts you'd like to share nonanonymously!

In Elmore, nothing really happens how you expect them...