SUMMARY: Dark grey eyes met black and the woman gave the man a playful smile that he hadn`t seen in years. Greg Universe dropped the hose he was holding onto the road and his face had disbelief written down all over it.

"Sam?!"

"Don`t wear it out, brother man."

What do we really know about Greg Universe, other than the fact that he and former gem rebel leader Rose Quartz had loved each other and had a son together? What was his life like before he became a rock star? What if Greg had had a younger sister? Where would she fit into all this?

Author`s note:

Hey there! First off; wow, thanks! You have no idea how happy you made me when you decided to click onto my fic and take the time to read it. However, this is the first work that I`ve posted and there may be certain mistakes throughout the story that I missed. Don`t hesitate to set me straight and point them out. Please do. Maybe I`ve got certain facts wrong about the characters or anything.

This is set loosely from the canon series that we all enjoy but not really. More like an AU more than anything actually.

Disclaimer: Steven Universe belongs to the amazing Rebecca Sugar and Cartoon Network. None of it is mine, sadly, except for Sam (she`s my OC).

Prologue

The name of the small town, Beach City, was highly uncreative but the woman supposed she`s seen and heard worse names on her travels. She peeked her eyes above the metallic pink of her shades and squinted past the bright rays of the sun through her car`s tinted front windshield. The woman pulled over by the town`s welcome sign and killed the engine.

Admittedly, it was a long and tiring journey but she made it. A warm feeling bloomed in her chest over her victory and she allowed a small smile to form on her lips. The woman sighed as she leaned her body forward against the wheel, but groaned when the slight change in body posture pulled something in her back. Dark grey eyes momentarily widened and she bit on her lip in irritation.

Her muscles were probably sore from the lack of motion while she was driving, especially those in her lower body. She took off her seat-belt and popped the driver`s seat door open and felt a refreshing in the air as it gently blew against the smooth fabric of her jeans. It was hotter than she`d expected it to be, but the woman guessed that that would probably be the main case if you lived by the beach.

She hooked a hand to the door frame and pulled her form out with a grunt; and aimed, with a displeased frown, to work out more over the current weight of her body. Once outside, the woman stretched her arms up and twisted her body around and closed her eyes over the pleasure of her bones popping back into place. She went to the back of the car and took off her shades… and was momentarily blinded by the sunshine.

The air smelled of salt and raw fish, she realised, and the woman smiled on the memories that flocked her mind over it. She had been to this place several times when she was younger and had even had family living here once. Her great aunt and uncle on her mother`s side who had shared a similar love to aviation were especially kind to her and her brother; probably because they hadn`t any children of their own.

The woman leant her back against the warm metal of the car`s bonnet and crossed her arms on her chest. It would be a smooth way downhill from here on now and she was slightly giddy with excitement and anticipation to feel the rough sand underneath her feet and between her toes once again after a very long time, and even the cold of the seawater against her legs.

Of course, she was here on account of business. But being on business does not mean she couldn`t enjoy herself while in the process.

She pulled a simple blue hairband out from her left wrist and tied her wavy, luxurious brown hair up into a high ponytail. It was getting hot underneath the layers of clothing. She mentally listed some of the things that she would do once she reached the boardwalk.

First off she`d go to the convenience store and buy herself a new change of clothes. Currently she`s wearing a pair of tight, black jeans paired with a white, mini-sleeved Bring Me the Horizon and t-shirt underneath a red jacket with red and white skate shoes. She took the jacket off and tied it loosely around her waist.

She`ll certainly trade her jeans for a pair of shorts and her shoes for a pair of beach sandals. She`ll keep her shirt, though; and maybe tie it into a high knot to suit the mood. Maybe she`ll even buy herself a sunhat along to ward away some of the head from her head.

After that the woman figured she`ll get herself some lunch. The woman distinctly remembered there being a weird-smelling pizza joint and a fry place somewhere on the boardwalk. And a donut place not far away. The last time she was here her whole family had a picnic by the beach. Their aunt and uncle set up a tent and her own parents provided them with music. They`d sang, swam and played games, and watched the sunset when it came and the stars in the night. But that was when her mother was still alive, and she lived a good life.

The woman rubbed on her eyes and sighed. She`ll stay at the old place, her great uncle`s house, while she`s here that she and her brother had inherited when the old man died. She certainly got the keys with her. Her brother held the deed to it though, but knowing him, he`s probably lost it somewhere by now.

She`s going to have to look for it while she`s here. It`s an important piece of document to have and take care of. The woman dearly hoped that her brother was in this place, just as her source had told her last they were in contact. He had left her and their father behind a while back to carve himself a new life of freedom and fame.

Her older brother, Gregory.

The prime reason she was in this dry tourist trap was to find him, and bring him home. Many things depended on her to do this right. For the sake of the family.

For the sake of their futures.

If she could leave her life behind to look for him then he very well could return the gesture and do the same. The woman had done a lot of wrongs in her life, and she was determined to make sure that this will not be one of them. She turned and re-entered her car. The engine roared back to life at the turn of her ignition key.

Get ready, Greg. I`m coming to get you whether you want me to or not and I`m not going to let anything stop me.

Whew! It`s done! I know it`s a bit short, even for a prologue but I`m still working on my writing. Reviews and comments are nice, though hateful ones are not.

I love you guys. Peace out.