'It hurts' Was the first thing Steven thought of when he gained consciousness. Hold on, when did he pass out? Where was he last? Steven opened his eyes, and stared at the blueish greyish sky, it looked like it was going to rain. He attempted to stand, only to find that he could not. His legs and arms felt weak, too weak.

"Augh?" Steven voiced, and he immediately closed his mouth, his tongue licked his gums, and that was all. He had no teeth. "Gab?" Steven tried again, only to find that he could not make out the words. What was happening? He was last with the gems, and Connie, right? What happe-

It hit steven like a pile of bricks. He was warped, somewhere…

'A different dimension?' Steven let out a small 'hm' of acknowledgement, and let out a shaky breath. It was odd, the sky looked the same, and when Steven tilted his head, as best to his ability, the ground looked the same as well; sandy. Well, it mostly looks the same, if not for the momentous piles of junk over to the side. It seemed he was on a beach somewhere.

Feeling small droplets of water on his head, Steven looked back up to the sky. He was pelted with more water, and it continued, till it was a full blown shower.

Steven sniffed, trying to rub his nose, only to notice his pudgy hand, that was smaller than usual. He looked at it in confusion, and again tried to move his arms in a way that it could push him up. He made it a few centimeters up before plopping down on the sand again.

Steven sniffed again, and he coughed.

Looking around, Steven noticed a woman walking with some bags. She was walking in the opposite direction of him, but she seemed in no rush, despite the rain. Maybe it was because she was carrying a rather large umbrella with her?

"Gah!" Steven cried, attempting to gain her attention. She turned around for a second, eyes scanning the surrounding area. She turned back around, seemingly shrugging off the noise.

"Goo! Gah, bah!" Steven called out again, and the woman walked closer to Steven. She hadn't seem to notice him yet- which was odd, considering he's a fourteen year old boy laying on the ground, but she was walking closer, which was a good sign. "Hew, ew!" Steven tried calling out 'here'; but was unsuccessful.

But as the woman walking closer, Steven noticed something odd. She was getting bigger, not in the perspective sense, but in the sense that she was actually growing! Now only a foot away from Steven, the woman gasped, before quickening her pace and walking next to Steven. She crouched down, and placed a hand on Steven's head, before letting out a small 'tsk'. She scooped up Steven quite easily, and placed him on her breast, facing back, so he could look over her shoulder. It was odd, not many could pick up the fourteen year old, usually only the gems, but here she was holding him like he was some sort of baby!

Squirming in her grasp, Steven attempted to be let go, only for the woman to pat his back, while still holding the umbrella in a soothing manner.

"It's okay little baby," She shushed, "I'll take care of you."

'What does she mean?' Steven thought, very confused, but stopping his squirming. He felt oddly soothed in the woman's arms, and being out of the rain helped immensely. He felt his eyelids grow heavy, and while Steven wanted to stay awake, it seemed his body had other plans for him. And so, Steven passed out.


Inko hurried home, grocery bags and baby in one arm, umbrella in another. She didn't know where the baby came from, or who's it was, but she couldn't just leave him- er, her?- them there! The baby was wearing an oversized pink shirt with a star on it, with no pants or diaper, or at least she didn't feel a diaper, and while there were pants where the woman had found the baby, she had decided to not to take them.

How could someone leave a child there, this baby was their own flesh and blood and someone just abandoned them! Looking at the baby who had fallen asleep in her hands, Inko slowed her pace slightly, but not enough. Inko could not have children, that's what the doctors had said. They said she would never be able to have children, and because of that, Hisashi left her. That was two years ago, and while she never could have given birth to a child, she could still raise this baby- maybe she could adopt them?

Arriving at her house, Inko dropped her umbrella for a second, before digging into her pocket to find her keys. Once she had them, she unlocked the door quickly, before rushing inside. She had to be quick, the baby was showing signs of a fever. Shifting the baby into her free hand, Inko closed the front door, and dropped her groceries on the floor- thank god she didn't buy eggs. Walking over the couch, she placed some of the throwable pillows on the floor, before laying the baby down. What should she do to make sure the baby was alright? Soup? Babies can't eat soup, can they?

Then, a light bulb went off, Inko could call Mitsuki, she had a child just last year, and this baby didn't look more than a year old.

Taking out her cellphone, Inko quickly dialed in the number, placing it on her ear, and quietly pacing back and forth in front of the couch- watching the baby all the while. The phone rang four times, before it was picked up.

"Yes? Hello?"

"Mitsuki!" Inko exclaimed, before lowering her voice, seeing as the baby was stirring. "I need your help."

"Okay...? With what?"

"I found a baby and-"

"You found a what?" Mitsuki cut off Inko. "How do you just 'find' a baby?"

"I was going grocery shopping, and I walked by Dagobah Municipal Beach, and I heard noises. So, I followed the noises, and there was a baby! I decided to take them with me, and they have a fever, but I'm not sure what to do!"

"Hm." Mitsuki grunted. She let out a sigh, before answering again. "Keep that baby safe, I'll come over with Katsuki and I'll bring some medicine."

"Thank you!"

"Don't mention it."

Inko hung up the phone, and sighed lightly. She looked over to the baby again, who looked so peaceful despite the panic Inko was feeling, and smiled.

Shorter chapter, yes, but I don't think I'll have time later on to update the story. So have this update. If I can update, that's great, If I can't, well, then, I'm sorry.