This is my first Steven Universe fan fiction and my second one shot. I've been obsessing over Steven Universe lately and I can't decide who's my favorite character, because I love them all. I am, though, quite fond of Peridot. Which is why I'm dedicating my first story to her. Enjoy!
Note: I do not own Steven Universe or any of its characters.
Green is the Loneliest Color
I have chosen to record this in the written word as opposed to my log dates in the hope that no one will actually read this. I know Steven listens to my logs on occasion, and I do not wish for him to discover this. I do not want anyone to see this.
The purpose of this document is for me to record my true feelings on a certain matter. For the past few months I have done some extensive research and have found out something very disturbing. It grieves me to no end.
Thinking back, this began with my capture at the hands of Steven and the Crystal Gems. He was always worried about me and cared about my wellbeing. Not that I cared anything for him, but it was nice to have someone to run to when I got worried, er, not that I ever get worried. What a thought!
But Steven was different. He didn't want to hurt me, and I suppose I had no real qualms against working with him. He made my days tolerable. Working on the drill was a laborious task, made harder by Steven and Amethyst's lack of a work ethic. And taking breaks? What was up with that? But still, we got it done. Somehow.
It all came together when I called Yellow Diamond a clod. I'm still surprised I did that. I was supported on my decision and that's when I myself became a Crystal Gem. And who should be the first to welcome me? Steven of course. Who else? He even gave me a hug. I shudder when I think about it.
And when at last the drill was finished, Steven and I had to go face the Cluster on our own. While we were drilling down, he asked me a few probing and personal questions. We talked about Homeworld and the forced fusions and other topics like that. When we reached the Cluster it started to struggle to form. I thought we were doomed and I apologized to Steven for being unable to save him and his world.
I apologized. Out loud. It was a first for me.
When I asked him for his last words, he told me he loved me. This was also a first. I had heard the word "love" before, and I had a loose definition of it, but I didn't really understand it. I'm still not sure I really understand it.
Of course we stopped the Cluster, and we even stopped Jasper, but that's not what I want to talk about. When Steven passed out, I found myself extremely concerned for his safety. Before I would have never abandoned a mission to check on someone's safety. But that's what I did. I left my post at the drill because I cared about him. I might be going insane. It's possible that I already am.
Ugh, love. I've found it to be more than a four letter word. Plenty of others have figured it out. Heck, other gems have figured it out. Steven figured it out. I don't know if he meant it that way, but I do.
He said he loves me.
I love you too, Steven.