A/N: I know I should be working on my Jaspidot fic but... This idea has been calling to me ever since the newest episode. I'm only planing about 3 chapters, so this'll be quick and after this I promise I'll start working on the other fic again! I tried hard to keep everyone in character, even Vidalia who only had like. one line lol. Enjoy!

Her hair was thinning and so was her body. A few wrinkles and worry lines detailed her face, and she no longer wore her leather jacket or makeup. Her heart beat against her chest as she grew closer to her destination, but she knew this was something she had to do. After years and years, now was the time.

She clutched her duffel bag tight enough to make her knuckles whiten, she could practically hear and smell the ocean at this point. It had been a long time since she'd been here, she wondered if anyone would remember her. She stayed for a few months, but then she had to go.

She had a music career, after all.

"This is your stop, ma'am. Beach City, right?" The cab driver asked with a rough voice, years of heavy smoking obvious in the way he coughed right after.

She nodded before handing the cab driver her money, "Yeah."

He counted the bills, and as she was leaving he called out to her from the open window, "You forgot your change, miss."
"Keep it."

He shrugged and promptly put a cigar in his mouth, lighting it and driving away, leaving her in front of her biggest fear. Her heart beat grew faster and faster, and she was sure it would beat out of her chest. Taking a deep breath and swallowing, she walked aimlessly, hoping to find someone – anyone – that could help her find her sons.

She seemed to have gone off course, because now things weren't as she remembered. In the long years she had been gone, only a few things had changed. The atmosphere was one of them.

She had never been in this area before, a little bit away from the ocean.

She stopped in her tracks and looked to her side, seeing a car wash. Had that always been here? Maybe she could ask someone in there which way to the board walk – or better yet, her sons. Her steps were slow and soft – she was just stalling and she knew this. She saw a van close by, and it looked familiar. She stopped breathing and looked around frantically. Someone that would know where her children where.

"Vidalia?" a voice came from behind her. She jumped and turned around with wide eyes before quickly composing herself and clearing her throat,

"Still living in your van, I see. What an… interesting hairstyle you have now, Greg."

"Yeah, well, you know," he chuckled, a slight pink rising on his cheeks, "but – anyway – what are you doing here?"

The one question she didn't want to answer out loud.

"I'm -" Vidalia knew she could come up with a quick excuse, but what would that achieve? She was here for one reason and one reason only. She had to get it done with. "My kids."

The smile quickly faded from his face and he knit his brows, "You have kids here?"

"Yeah. Me and Marty – that fucking –" She pursed her lips for a few seconds before continuing, "It was a one-night stand. He knocked me up and left, Greg. He just left. He knew, too… And I couldn't just give up this child. I tried to keep it as under wraps as I could, and I lived on Yellowtail's boat for a while and after he was born I… You know. I had another kid, but at that point I was already out of here and I just… sent him back here to his dad."

Greg looked at her with knit brows, "Oh – oh man, I – I dunno what to say. That's horrible. I'm so sorry, Vidalia… Why did you leave though? Wait – I mean," the words slipped from his mouth; he didn't mean to ask such a personal question to an acquaintance, "You don't have to answer that."

She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him, "I had a music career too, you know. I couldn't take them with me, I wouldn't have enough time to spend with them – plus… Yellowtail is a good man. He can take much better care of them, right? But that's all I'm saying about this. Can you tell me where they are?"

He rubbed at the back of his neck, "Of course! But, I'd need to know their names."

"Onion and Ma- … Sour Cream."

Greg smiled slightly, "I know them. I don't know where they'd be, though, but my son should! He's actually going to be coming around here in about an hour, we were gonna spend some quality time together. You can ask him, that is, if you have some time to kill."

"Yeah, if you tell me about this son of yours." She couldn't help but smile slightly, at least she was able to run into someone friendly. But, this was just more stalling – though, she convinced herself that she had a reason this time – someone knew where her kids would be.

It was a slow day at the car wash, and the sun was merciless. Greg had set up chairs for the two as they waited for his son to show up.

"So, your son…. What's his name? What's he like?" She asked while fanning herself with a flier.
"His name's Steven – he's got his dad's musical talent and his mom's charm, that's for sure," He smiled, trying to hide the fact that even mentioning at Rose made his throat swell up.
"His mom – Marty said something about you leaving to stay here because of a woman. He said you were stupid but – you weren't. Can I meet her?"

The words stabbed through his chest and his smile turned to a frown. No matter how long it had been, loosing Rose was one of the hardest things for him to even think about.

"You… can't. She's not…." He couldn't look Vidalia in the eyes and she instantly knew to just leave it at that,
"I get it. You don't have to talk about it, but, I'm sure she was beautiful. I'm sure that – she really really loved you."

"She was – she did. I loved her too. She was… amazing. Big pink curly hair, super tall, a smile that could light up the whole room – I miss her so much – but I have Steven, and even though I don't see him as much as I'd like to, I'm so glad that he's here with me." He couldn't possibly explain that Rose wasn't even human, and the reason why he couldn't see Steven often was because he was on missions with the gems, but at least he could tell her how beautiful Rose was, inside and out.

"She sounds like a great woman. You were smart to go back for her." She clutched her bag again, sighing deeply and closing her eyes. If only Marty had went back for her, too. She quickly dismissed the thought, knowing that that part of her life was over now. However, a voice spoke up and she opened her eyes,
"Dad! I'm here – hey, who's this?" She looked over to see a small chubby child, with curly hair and a smile on his face.
"Steven! This is Vidalia," he waved to her.
He gasped, "The one from your story? Wow! Hey, is Marty here too?"
"Steven!" He cleared his throat, "N-no, he's not." He quickly glanced over at Vidalia, her eyes hinting at the sadness she must have felt at the memory of Marty. However, she laughed it off,

"This one's just full of energy, huh?"
"You know it -" Greg said before turning to look at Steven, "Hey, buddy – I know we were gonna spend time together today but Vidalia needs you to help her on a mission! Think you can handle it?"

Steven's eyes lit up, "You know it! I'm ready for anything," he gave a thumbs up before looking back at Vidalia, "So, what's the mission?"

She stood up, swinging her duffel bag over her shoulder, "I need you to help me find someone your dad says you know. Sour Cream and Onion."

"Yeah, I know them! So, we gotta track them down, eh? No problem!"

Once again her heart did a weird dance against her chest. Now was the time, she was going to finally see her sons after all these years.

She turned to Greg and held her hand out, shaking his roughly when he did the same, "Thanks, Greg. I appreciate this. I'll get him back to you as soon as I can."

He pulled her into a quick hug, making her cringe, "You go find your kids and tell them how much you love them."