"Psst.. Moldavite. You awake?"
"No."
"Mind if I come in?"
"Nope."
Beryl gently pushed the doorway open.
Moldavite sat in the middle of the room, surrounded by a series of computers and other tech, gem and human alike.
She stared at him from over the top of her laptop, light glinting off her glasses.
"Any luck?"
Moldavite stared silently for a moment, then heaved a sigh.
"No.. None at all."
Beryl quietly entered the room, and shut the door, grimacing at the click of the lock.
He'd have to ask Diopside again if he could remake the doors.
If not with gem tech, then with human tech.
"You want some more cookies?"
"No."
"Want to watch some t.v? Keith isn't using it right now."
"No."
"...you really should take a break."
"Don't need to."
Moldavite grumbled, typing on her computer again.
"You've been at this for a while. When was the last time you got outside?"
Beryl asked, picking his way through the wires and discarded projects
carefully.
"You were there."
Beryl grimaced.
"You sure you don't need a break? We could go take a walk or something. Diopside's in the kitchen, if Keith needs something-"
"No, I'm fine."
She cut him off with a wave.
She reached out to move something behind her computer; she knocked over something sitting beside it.
"Fuck."
She mumbled the curse, picking the picture frame up.
She held it out to Beryl.
"Mind setting that on the dresser over there?"
Beryl nodded, accepting it from her.
"I- oh."
He remembered this picture.
He'd been the one to take it, after all.
Moldavite and her kindergarten 'sibling' Moldavite (facet m71 cut.. something or other. M71 for short) and he had been scouting out a section of earth for some old gem construct.
Needless to say, the two Moldavites had gotten distracted by a rainstorm, and had had a mud fight, covering eachother in mud as they laughed and fought.
Beryl had gotten a picture of them, much to their chagrin.
That had been a long, long time ago.
Before the rebellion, and before shit had hit the fan in the form of four angry diamonds.
He set the frame down.
Those were memories he'd much rather not revisit.
"...The icecream parlor should still be open. C'mon."
He sat down next to Moldavite, sighing.
"We'll figure out what the diamonds did, alright? And then we'll get M71 back, and Lazuli, and everyone else, okay?"
Moldavite didn't respond, and sat where she was, curling closer into herself.
"...We can't beat the diamonds. We don't know what it was they did, and we're not going to be able to reverse it. We didn't have the best tech at the time, I know that, and for all we know it was a permanent thing. Irreversible. We're never going to get M71 back. We won't be able to get Lazuli back either, even if we can find him. We're fucked."
She snapped, slamming her computer shut.
Beryl wrapped his arms around her quietly.
"We will fix them. We will get them back, we'll find a way to get Moonstone and Pearl back too, okay? And then we'll throw you and M71 into a mudpit and you can fight, all you want."
He murmured as she hugged him back.
"c'mon, you need a break. And I know the perfect place."
He said, picking her up.
"...can you open the door?"
"Nah. I'm not going to help my kidnapper kidnap me."
"...Please?"
"Nope."
|w.
oops
I forgot
this existed
thank u gold paladin for reminding me that this fanfic exists, and I should probably update it at some point/
hopefully I'll be able to make more chapters of this over the summer?
no promises tho ;w;