A/N So, I've been bitten by the Stardust Crusaders bug. I don't know why, but the characters kind of remind me, in a way, of my hockey teammates (I play on a male team since there's no female team to join). Anyway, this is slightly AU, with the addition of an OC, but will try to keep as canon as possible. Hope you like it.

Oh, a lion hunter in the Jungle Dark,

And a sleeping Drunkard in Central Park,

And a Chinese dentist,

And a British Queen,

All fit together in the same machine,

Nice, nice,

Such very different people

In the same Device!

-Bokonon

Enyaba grumbled again as she looked into her fog. "My son can be so careless," she shrilled into the darkness. "I find him the perfect companion for his Stand, and he had to go and break her. Wands could bend light and make him invincible… I searched long and hard for her Stand, going into the depths of Russia to find her. That boy was always so rough with his toys… oh, but my boy is such a good soul. I'm sure it was that bitch's fault anyway. He's still impossible to defeat even without her dispelling his weakness. Oh, my boy, such a sweet and good boy. He'll be the death of the Joestar group for certain, and then Lord Dio will shower me in praise."

The trained pulled into the station in Kuala Lumpur and the Joestar group gathered their things and disembarked the train. The ride went as smoothly as could be expected and the group was weary but eager to keep forward progress.

"Why couldn't we have just stay on this train?" Polarneff complained as he stretched his legs. The group looked around the bustling Malaysian city.

"This train is going back to Singapore," Joseph Joestar, the leader of their awkward group, explained. "Our train, through Burma, leaves in the morning. Don't worry; I made us a reservation at a nice hotel for the night."

"It would be nice to have a decent night's rest," Kakyoin added coolly.

"Well," Joseph continued, "let's go check into the hotel, and then we can see what looks good for dinner?" The grouped nodded in agreement and followed him down the sidewalk. They decided since the weather was nice, to take a long way around through a vibrant city park. The park looked like any busy city park, complete with the usual sites, school children running around playing games, mother's walking their pram, and joggers out to try and get their evening exercise in.

Jotaro looked around and took a deep breath. Kuala Lumpur was a beautiful city, and the walk was nice, but the group had one goal, and sightseeing was not part of it. However, the momentary sense of normalcy was welcomed, even if it was fleeting. His companions seem to be feeling at ease as well. Kakyoin, Polnareff and his father were discussing dinner ideas, and Avdol was looking around, taking in the scenery.

"Look," Polnareff exclaimed, "that store actually has a Christmas tree up." The silvery haired man smiled wistfully. "It's a small reminder of back home. I once spent Christmas in Paris. The lights, oh, they were tre bien." It was an American based store, and it was a reminder to Joseph Joestar and his group, that they had entered into the Holiday Season, even if it wasn't heavily celebrated in the countries they were visiting. It did, however, mean that their days would be shorter for traveling.

"Maybe we could take a moment to stop and window shop," the oldest man suggested. The display lights were cheerful, but out of the corner of his eye, Joseph noticed a girl sleeping under a tree. It should have been an ordinary sight; plenty of people took a short nap in the park, but something around her moved. It looked almost like a malformed starfish, bipedal, with a long head like projection, lobed arms, and all white in color. A Stand! It seemed to pulsate slightly, as if to sense being noticed, but didn't outright attack, instead to seemed to slink closer to the sleeping form. Avdol sensed his old friend's apprehension.

"What is it?" Avdol asked quietly. He didn't want to alarm the others; they'd look a fool if it was nothing.

"That, over there, is that a Stand?"

"It appears so, but then why is it not attacking."

"I'm not sure, but it's best to confront it now, before it attacks us from behind." Avdol nodded in agreement as the two men made their way to the tree.

"Hey," Polnareff nudged his two younger comrades. "Where are they going?"

"Must have seen something," Kakyoin noted. "Should we follow?"

"Good grief," Jotaro mumbled under his breath. He'd already started following his grandfather and stopped to wait for the other two to catch up. They caught up with the two older members of their group, but as the approached the girl, a large wall of ice appeared out of nowhere.

"Holy Shit," Joseph called out. The group stood shocked for a moment staring at a wall of ice in the middle of a tropical climate. There was only one way this was possible, it had been created by a Stand user. They stood at a ready waiting for the Stand to pop out and start mocking them as they were used to. But it never came; everything was motionless for a couple moments. Still, everyone held their respective Stands at the ready.

With a couple easy blows from Star Platinum, the wall of ice was easily turned into snow, but once that one fall, another rose up in its place, and then again.

"Enough of this," Avdol called out, "Magician's Red." He called his Stand forward. The mere presence of his Stand, so close to the ice, melted the wall away. The globules, white form slinked back again, but then created another solid wall of ice, thicker than the one before.

"Why is it not attacking us?" Kakyoin questioned. "It's only goal seems to be keeping us away from it. But it's not trying to actively hurt, nor engage us in battle."

"That is suspicious. Maybe it's trying to not give its powers away so quickly?" Kakyoin nodded seemed to accept Avdol's answer for a moment, before considering other possibilities.

"Maybe, because she's unconscious, it doesn't have the ability to fight? I'll hold off the stand. one of you, try to wake her up." The other nodded as Kakyoin called out Hierophant Green. The green Stand's tendrils surrounded the white blob. It tried to freeze back his tentacles, but Hierophant Green was tenacious and swift, it managed to catch the thing up in a web of his own Stand. The wall of ice disappeared as the others went to wake the girl.

Kakyoin had a solid grip on the weird white Stand, but as he watched his companions shake the girl, a strong, overwhelming feeling of terror and confusion washed over him. The emotions, they weren't his. His body treated them like a poison. Never could his own fear make him vomit, it almost had, once, but Kakyoin had been able to overcome that. His body fought off the foreign emotions, there wasn't much in his stomach in that moment, but what was left was now being hurled forcefully to the ground. In his sickness, he released the bulbous Stand and Hierophant Green recoiled back to him.

"Kakyoin," Joseph called out with a mixture of surprise and concern.

"I'm… fine…" He called back in between heaves. "Just restrain…. That!" He pointed to the Stand trying to get back to its user. Avdol called out his Stand again, as they braced for an attack from the icy Stand. His fire could easily deflect its power. But nothing happened. Everyone stood around looked at each other in confusion. The strong fear Kakyoin had been feeling moments before had subsided, leaving nothing but the acrid taste of bile in his mouth as a reminder. He somehow felt violated; his emotions had been manipulated so violently.

"Are... are you a demon?" A small voice asked quietly in a rough, strong accent. She was looking right at Avdol's Stand. Her face delineated the strong feelings of fear and confusion that had just struck Kakyoin earlier.

"No, young miss," Avdol said gently as he recalled Magician's Red. The fact that she could see his Stand confirmed she was the Stand user, so he stayed on edge. "My name is Muhammad Avdol. What is your name?" He looked her over, she wasn't quite as young as her small frame seemed to suggest. She had matted greasy hair that hadn't been washed in a long time. It was mint green in color and only went down just below her chin. Her eyes, however, showed a strong, stormy gray, like the summer sky after a rainstorm.

"Avdol," she rolled the name around in her mouth as is sounded funny to her ear. "Avdol… why do I know this name? How is it possible? If you're Avdol, then you must be Joseph Joestar." She pointed to the old man in the group, and then she scanned the other. "And you must be Polnareff, Kakyoin, and you…" she pointed right at Jotaro, "Jotaro Kujo, you're supposed to be the strongest one in the group aren't you?" He just glared down at her. "But, I don't know why I know this… Have I met you before? Wait a minute…" She put a hand to her head and seemed to struggle with her self a moment, before looking down defeated. "I can't seem to call out my…" She swiped back her hair exasperated, and that's when the group saw the small flesh bud. Her body shook in exhaustion.

"Stay still miss," Joseph called out to her and he held her down for a moment. He flinched when he realized he could feel her rib bones through her thin shirt. No wonder she was so weak, she'd not had a decent meal in many days. "Jotaro, use Star Platinum to remove her flesh bud, don't worry she can't fight you right now."

Jotaro nodded and with a practiced hand, removed the flesh bud quickly and destroyed it immediately.

"Feel any better?" Joseph asked kindly. She looked around unsure at the five faces staring down at her. With its user suddenly exposed and unsure, the white stand appeared flicker around her body, this time the overwhelming feeling of embarrassment spread across the group. Where was that coming from?

"I do feel better Mr. Joestar," She answered back. "Thank you." She tried to get to her feet, but lack of food and dehydration caused her to fall back her down.

"When is the last time you ate, child?"

"I'm 18; I'm not a child anymore. When was the new moon?" Everyone looked at each other questioningly.

"About three, maybe four days ago," Kakyoin answered kneeling down with Mr. Joestar by her. "Are you trying to say you've not had food or drink for nearly four days?" She looked down in humiliation and nodded, trying to ignore the pitying glances they were all giving her. "Hey, its okay, we'll find you some food. But first, what's your name?"

"Gavriila Lebedev, though everyone calls me, Gabby."

"So, Ms. Lebedev, what do you know about Dio?" Joseph tried to cut to the point.

"I know nothing about him; he kidnapped my mother and cornered me a dark alley, the next thing I know I'm here. I can't even remember getting to… wait where is this?"

"Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia."

"How on earth did I get here? So far away, where's my mother?" She was confused again. It was in the moment that her stomach rumbled loud enough for everyone to hear. The promise of food had woken her stomach up from its despair, and it gurgled with anticipation.

"Ahh, well change of plans, we'll get some food and then head to the hotel." Joseph helped the girl up, allowed her to lean on him as they made their way to the first decent restaurant they could find.

"This restaurant is Italian," Polnareff read off the menu, "and this one is traditional Malay food, oh, and the one over here says Japanese food. I think we found a good variety. Mademoiselle Lebedev, what do you want to eat?" She looked up at him and shook her head and blushed slightly, the Frenchman's accent was really lovely. Jotaro rolled his eyes at his friend, he really only knew how to work one brain at a time. "Look, the Italian restaurant has plenty of open tables, let's just try that. Any objections?"

"I've never had Italian food," Gabby told them. They gasped in surprise.

"Really? It generally very good. Pasta and sauces… meat and fish, can't go wrong with Italian food."

"I'm from Russia, we don't have many of these things, we get meat sometimes, but only once in a while, and it's usually only good for soup or stews. My Papa once told her he ate a steak at a work dinner, said the meat was the most delicious thing he'd ever eaten." They walked into the restaurant and the smell of fresh bread and garlic hung in the air, Gabby's mouth watered. Food back in her country was simple and more often than not, it was simply potatoes and bread for dinner.

They got seated right away, and Mr. Joestar ordered for the table. When the water came, Gabby eyed the glass for a moment before eagerly gulping down its coolness. Her parched throat finally irrigated. She then eyeballed Jotaro's glass, which was right next to hers. He glanced at her, "here,' he grunted and pushed it in her direction. She didn't know, like he did, that it would be refilled momentarily. But, she also needed the water far more than he did. She eagerly gulped that one down also. The dehydration had taken a toll on her body, her eyes had sunken, and her skin had dried, but the cells in her body could feel life finally restoring to them. She proceeded to drink everyone's glass of water at the table. Within moments the waiting staff had come by to bring everyone a new glass. Finally, the food came out, piping hot.

"Eat up everyone," Mr. Joestar said, helping himself to the spaghetti with bolognese sauce, and linguini with clams. Everyone else started filling their plates as well, but Gabby didn't make a move. "Ms. Lebedev, why aren't you eating, you're clearly hungry, dig in." She put her head down and started softly crying.

"I can't eat this," she cried softly.

"Why not?"

"Because… I…I can't pay you for it, I have no money and there's nothing I can give you in return for this meal." She could feel all eyes on her and tried to slink down even more into herself.

"I…I don't expect to be paid back, I want to help you, and you need your strength back."

"Ms. Lebedev, how about this, why don't you pay us back by telling us about your Stand, it's unusual, but not unheard of, for a Strand to protect its user, even after being rendered unconscious. Once you eat and get your strength back, can you show us?" Avdol tried to reason. She looked at him with red, tear-stained eyes, and a confused look.

"I don't understand what you're asking me, are you talking about the ghost of my Papa, he's been following me around ever since my mother was taken."

"Your stand is your father?"

"I don't know, but it showed up about two months ago, it protects me when I'm scared, my Papa used to do that, so I always assumed it was him looking out for me. Are you telling me it's something else?" She was about to continue on when a pile of fettuccine alfredo plopped down on her to plate. The piercing gaze of Jataro met hers as he pushed the plate of food towards her.

"Good grief," he sighed, annoyed at the crying. He hated when women cried. "Eat!" She looked at him timidly and nodded. He was handsome and strong, she wasn't going to argue with him. She took a tentative bite, but once the creamy goodness hit her taste buds she squealed with delight. It was delicious, never had anything so decadent past her tongue. Gabby scraped her plate clean and even took a second helping of everything. Days had passed since her last meal, and it was a half-eaten bowl of rice left on a café table. The past couple month had her begging and scraping by just to get a few precious calories. Now, she finally had a real meal.

"Mr. Joestar, I… er… Thank you. If I can contribute in any way…" Color had returned to her cheeks, and her once dulled eyes seemed to shine. "Please, let me know."

"Well, tell us more about how you got your Stand err spirit."

"Some of it I remember clearly, some I think I may have only dreamed. My mother and I had to move to a shit hole town in Russia after my Papa died, to move in with her parents, my Grandmamma and Grandpapa. When we got there, we found out, they'd been sent away."

"Why were they sent away? How did your Papa die?"

"Why is it important?"

"Curiosity."

"Oy, okay…Papa died from a long fever, he comes home from work pale and died about a month later from unknown fever. My Grandmamma and Grandpapa were sent away after being turned in to police for reading ban books."

"Ban books? I know your country is communist, but what kind of books would be so bad they'd have to be ban?" Kakyoin question.

"Let the girl continue," Joseph chided.

"That is none of your business," she snapped at the redhead. "Anyway, we get to shit hole, nowhere Russia, with no money, and now, no family. So, I take a job as a seamstress, to help earn money, and my Mother takes… other professions at night."

"A prostitute," Polnareff exclaimed in disgust. "How could anyone stoop so low?" She shot him a dirty look, and the Frenchman had enough sense to not continue on.

"If you've ever come close to starving, then maybe you too, would stoop so low, huh," She hissed at him.

"Anyway," she continued one, "about 3 months ago, a little old lady, called herself Yenta, matchmaker, found us in our little village in the middle of nowhere. She said she'd been searching far and wide for a beauty like my mother, for her son. She was to take us to him in Egypt, they were to be married at once, and lead a life of luxury, yadda yadda yadda... I knew she was full of shit and told her to go away, but my mother saw it as our ticket out of Russia. Our country may be strong, but for those of us left behind, we had nothing and no prospect of getting better. So, my mother took her up on her offer, and the old woman smuggled us out of Russia with loads of bribery and some weird mind control."

"We get to the Black Sea, and my mother and I try to plot our escape, but Yenta somehow gets hold of Mama and mind controls her also. I couldn't leave her, so I went along until we end up in Cairo. It was such a big city, hot and colorful, and she brings us to this house in the middle of the night, and this very beautiful man comes out. He praises the old woman and takes my mother away, but she starts screaming. I get very scared, and the next thing I know there's this thick wall of ice between me and beautiful man. I run away, but I don't know where to go, I have no money and don't speak the language. I pickpocket people and pick up coin off the street, trying to find the house where my mother was taken. But, I couldn't seem the find my way back. One night, I find a box in a quiet ally to lay down, and he finds me. The beautiful man found me, and despite my Papa helping me by putting up another wall of ice, he sweet talked me. He told me, 'be a good girl and serve him. The only way to see my Mother again was to offer myself to him in service.' I don't remember much after that. I think I may have been on an airplane, stowed away in the luggage compartment, and vague glances of scenery. The only memory I have after that is being told to kill Joseph Joestar and his companions by any means necessary, but I was too weak to carry out those orders. And, I don't want to kill anyone, I think my subconscious mind was somehow able to recognize that, even if I didn't. But you helped me, and for that, I will always be indebted to you… all of you…" She finally took a breath. It was a long story, she did warn them, but it felt good to get it off her chest. Everyone looked around in at one another, not sure how to break the silence that had washed over them.

"Would anyone like dessert?" The waiter asked breaking the tension. Gabby glanced at her new companions tensely, they had a strange air to them She could feel the apprehension radiating off them, also a strong sense of strength and determination. There was something about this group, as incompatible as appeared, they made her feel… somewhat at ease. An old, but still robust American man, an ostentatious Frenchmen, a composed Egyptian, a brooding Japanese student, and a shorter, stoical Japanese student, both of whom looked about her age. They were the unlikeliest group to the unseeing eye.

"Why yes," Joseph answered, "I think the lady would like the tiramisu and… cappuccino anyone? Six cappuccino."

The grouped sipped at their beverages. "What is this Stand you all mentioned?" Gabby asked as she stuffed another spoonful of her dessert into her mouth.

"A Stand, in short terms is a manifestation of one's life energy, or in some way, fighting spirit. It's part one's self that aids its user with almost superhuman abilities, if it's user is strong enough to weld it," Avdol explained.

"And… you all think I have one of these?" She asked, spoon still in her mouth as she licked off every tasty crumb. "Even if I'm not strong?"

"From what we've seen, what you think is your Papa's ghost, is your Stand."

"So,… I can control it?"

"Yes, I think you can."

"I'm not really sure what it does."

"Well, once we've finished our coffee, I'd like to see it. I've had my Stand since birth, as did Polnareff and Kakyoin, but it's not uncommon for people to possess one later in life. I know Mr. Joestar and Jotaro didn't learn about theirs until recently as well."

"It was shocking the first time purple vines started coming out of my arm," Joesph added with a chuckle. "Jotaro tried to lock himself in jail thinking he was possessed by an evil spirit." Her eyes shifted to the left, as she side eyed the brooding man next to her disbelief. Someone so strong couldn't possibly be afraid, could he?

"Hmph," Jotaro grunted and then nodded briefly in acknowledgment. "Old man is right. It was… startling to say the least." She looked at him wide-eyed for a moment before glancing back down at her now empty plate. Everyone finished up their coffee and they walked back to the park. Gabby was so full for the first time in months and feeling lively.

"If I can control this, how do I make it come?" She asked as the found a place to stop.

"Look into your self," Avdol coached. "You should feel its presence." Gabby concentrated for a moment and nothing happened.

"Mine first came out when I was in trouble," Jotaro said quietly. "I had little idea how to control it until Avdol attacked me. Once I realized what it was, using my Stand became no different than using my arms."

"Magician's Red," Avdol called his Stand out. Gabby gapped at the half bird, half man apparition in front of her. She'd seen it when she had first woken up, terrifying. She recoiled back in fear, but as she did a white shape appeared around her, like a broken egg white.

"Her Stand doesn't look like much," Polnareff called out, "almost like a spot of bird shit." The Stand had a bipedal shape to it, but it wasn't fully formed like the other Stands. The form wobbled back and then took a more solid shape as Gabby concentrated harder.

"Is… is that me?" She asked. Avdol nodded. "Now what?"

"I'm going to try and attack you… I won't go hard, but try to block me." He sent a crossfire hurricane at her stand, but at the weakest he could contain it. Instantly, a wall of ice shot up in front of the Stand and blocked the attack. The ice melted quickly but left Gabby and her Stand unharmed. "Very nice Ms. Lebedev, can you attack me?" Her Stand, now looking like a starfish with two shortened "arms," moved forward, nothing happened. Then she made another wall of ice and it shattered forward but turned more into snow than actual ice shards.

"Hey look, I can make a snowball." She giggled picking up some of the flakes. "I don't think I can make it attack. It doesn't really want to hurt anyone, and I certainly don't want to hurt you."

"Hmm, I see." He called back Magician's Red and thought for a moment. Even in the midst of being attacked, her stand made no move other than defensive.

"Wait," Kakyoin called, remembering what happened when he touched her Stand earlier. "I think she does have one offensive power. Touch it, touch her Stand."

The group exchanged glances, and no one made a move. Jotaro brought out Star Platinum and made his way to her stand. The white Stand hesitated, but Gabby willed it to stay still as the more powerful Stand put a tentative hand on its appendage.

Nothing happened at first, but then, a rush of uncertainty and self-doubt flooded Jotaro's system with tsunami force. These were not his emotions. His body started to reject and fight the sensations off as if they were a virulent virus. He gritted his teeth for a moment holding the sick feeling back, he neutralized his face as a small bead of sweat made its way down from his brow. All he could take was two steps backward before his previously eaten dinner rushed out of him with projectile force.

"Oh My God!" Mr. Joestar called out rushing to his now puking grandson's side. Jotaro was better within moments, but the group was speechless. "What, what was that."

"I'm not sure," Jotaro admitted. "I think I just felt her emotions infect my body like a disease." Gabby recalled her Stand back and ran next to him.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't know I could do that and I did mean to get you sick…"

"Stop rambling, I'm fine."

"Oh, okay…" She thought for a moment and called it back out again. The form slinked around her and chirped like a chipmunk.

"How did you know that would happen?" Avdol asked. Kakyoin gave a half smile.

"Remember earlier?" He asked, "I tried to restrain her Stand before we knew what it would do. I felt the same sickness for a little while. Her stand is able to amplify and project her emotions. Can't you feel it? Each time Ms. Lebedev's Stand appears, we've all been getting… a little hesitant. Avdol, I noticed you were shifting your weight before you attacked her. You've never done that before, but suddenly, you felt unsure of your self."

"You're right; I thought it was because I didn't want to hurt her."

"It wasn't because you were feeling nervous, it was her. It's probably out of control right now, but it's possible in time, she may be able to control it. I wonder if used in the right context…" He trailed off in thought.

"You, you think I could manipulate people don't you?" Gabby admonished.

"Maybe," he admitted, "With practice."

"I would never!"

"Why not? This could be a powerful tool. By targeting people's emotions, you can change how they think about things, like a well-placed advertisement. For instance, if someone wanted to kill you, but you made them feel so guilty about it, that projected guilt could change their mind. Make them back away and rethink their choices." She thought about it for a moment. He was right.

"So, my ice is only a defense to protect me, but I can attack people but changing their feelings? This is all kinds of weird."

"When I touched your Stand earlier, your emotions assaulted me like an alien virus." Jotaro nodded in agreement. 'And its presence right now is radiating your insecurity, so if you can control that, your Stand could be pretty powerful."

"A Stand that can't be touched without consequence," Joseph thought out loud. "Not bad." He patted her on the back. A rush of calmness fell over the group as Gabby felt the old man's reassurance. "Anyway, I'm getting tired." The group agreed that that was time to head to the hotel.

"Wait, her Stand needs a name." Avdol took out a deck of tarot cards and held them out to her. An unseen force guided her fingers to one particular card. "Two of Cups, how very fitting. Cups is the suit that denotes emotion, and the Two of Cups represents that a new bond is forming, both friendship and... well look at that… possibly… romantic. We will call your Stand, White Cups."