Chapter 6

Author's note: Yezza! Hello and welcome again to another chapter of Kid Sister! I've been getting a lot of reviews to write about the chapter for when Steven and the Crystal Gems finally meet with Sam and here it is! I am so happy and thankful for your patience for reading until this chapter, and I hope that what I write meet each and every one of your expectations. I'll try serving it with a bit of excitement and lots of drama, and I hope you guys can see and perceive it the way I did. We've went through Sam and Greg's vague meeting and see how Steven sees his guardians, so all that's left is this.

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Greg abruptly sat up in alarm as the music on his mobile phone blared, with his dark eyes wide open and a large, meaty hand above his heart. The mattress he was currently sitting on squeaked and creaked as it shifted underneath his weight and for a while, Greg couldn't remember where he was. This… place was not his van! This was not the car wash!

His head turned from left to right as his gaze swept all over the room's surface, and he tried recalling exactly what happened at the carwash for him to end up here. Then the bedroom door burst open and a woman appeared in the doorway, with bed-ridden, long, brown hair and a sour expression on her face. Greg squinted at the sudden burst of bright light and scrunched up his face.

"S-Sam?"

"Greg." Sam replied. "What the fuck?"

"W-what-"

Sam groaned, ran her hand down her face and pulled on her hair before she pointed to his phone on the nightstand. "Turn that shit off. Some of us are trying to sleep."

Greg froze in confusion for a moment before realization dawned on him and he apologized. "Oh, OH! O-okay, okay. Sorry, Sam." In an instant, the alarm was turned off and Sam trudged back to her room, all the while grumbling under her breath, something about waking up late and jogging, and Greg was left alone again. He sighed and wiped a hand from his forehead down to his chin.

That's right, he told himself. It was all coming back to him. Sam; their father; one month; dying.

Greg stretched his hands and his back, before he struggled out of the blankets and off of the bed. He was shirtless; only wearing a pair of old shorts he found in the drawers, before making his way to the bathroom to freshen himself up.

The feel of hot water against his skin was heavenly, it was a sensation he hadn't felt in a very long time that he'd actually forgotten what it felt like. Usually Greg would just wash himself in the Wash's lavatory or the hose. He could certainly get used to waking up like this again- in a soft, luxurious bed with numerous pillows and a proper mattress that'd work wonders with his back. Greg sighed again; the perks of returning home were tempting, truly. But it'll take more than comfort and luxury to win him over. He's not giving in that easy.

After the shower and putting on a clean pair of grey pants and a blue shirt, he made his way down to the kitchen for some breakfast. Sam was already there, with her silky tresses up in a high, messy bun and a grey cotton robe. She was sipping on something hot, probably coffee, judging from the scent that's filled the entire kitchen, with a bitter expression and her right eye twitching madly.

"Morning." He greeted her, and Sam grunted in return. He made his way to the stove and poured himself some hot water from the kettle to make himself his own drink. "Someone's grumpy," Greg continued. "Bad night, Sam?"

Sam snorted and rolled her eyes. "Fuck you."

A small smile appeared on Greg's lips and he made his way to sit across her. "Good morning." He tried again, and Sam sighed. "Good morning, Greg." She replied and shot him a toothy, sarcastic smile.

"I thought you wanted to go back to bed?"

Sam shrugged. "I did, but something came up and I couldn't." Her answer made a speck of worry appear inside of him and he raised a curious eyebrow. "Something I could help you with?"

Sam set the mug onto the table gently, careful with the temperature of the ceramic, and crossed her arms. "Nah, it's fine now." She paused. "Thanks, Greg." Greg shrugged and continued enjoying his tea. They shared a comfortable moment of blissful silence, before Greg cleared his throat and ruined it all.

"So, do you always wake up early or have I interrupted your… uh, beauty sleep?"

That earned a chuckle from his younger sister. "Dude, I do not need sleep to be pretty." Greg laughed as well, and that sets a lighter mood over their atmosphere. "So, you got somewhere to go, pretty boy?" Sam inquired.

"I got work, Sam."

"The Carwash?" She asked again for confirmation, and he nodded. "Come on, man. I'm in town! No one will notice or care if it's not open for one day! Let's have fun!"

Greg's smile slowly disappeared and he studied Sam with an unnerving stare. "You know Sam, you remind me of a friend here in Beach City. She hates it when I do my job, too."

Sam frowned and her mouth opened to shoot a reply but found that she couldn't. It seemed like the start of a bad argument. "Uh, dude; chill. I won't force you to leave your precious job if you don't want to. Jeez."

Greg's smile returned and he shook his head. "You guys even talk same. You could be best buds."

"Greg, thanks but no thanks. I'm not five, you know." Sam replied and took another sip of her coffee. "What's her name, anyway?"

"Amethyst."

"Her real name, Gregory."

Greg laughed and nearly choked his tea. "That is her real name. It really is." Sam exhaled in disbelief. "Really now? She sounds like a fun person."

Greg shook his head. "I agree. She totally is. Hey, you guys should meet." Sam finished up the last of her coffee and stood to drop and wash the mug in the sink. "Maybe later, Greg. When all of this is over, I'll think about it."

"So, what are you doing today?"

Sam put the mug on a nearby dish-rack and turned to face her brother. "Oh, I don't know. Usually I jog but today I thought about taking a break. Wait, I remembered something. Do you still have the deeds for this house with you?"

Greg's cheeks began to blush a bright red and he smiled apologetically. Sam huffed and threw her hands up. "I knew it. You've lost it somewhere, didn't you?" She asked. Greg rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged. "I-I… well, you're not wrong, per say; but I think I might have put it in the storage unit building and forgot about it. Or maybe it's in my van."

Sam sighed but smiled anyway. "Then I'll go look for it after lunch; or maybe before lunch?" she asked herself and shrugged. "Meh, either way I'll look for it later on today."

"I'll help you look for it a little bit in the evening if you still haven't found by then."

"Okay, thanks."

Greg finished up the rest of his drink and washed it up in the sink. Then, with a smile, he made his way out of the kitchen. "Well Sam, I'm off. Have fun."

"Yeah, okay." Sam nodded and gave him a small wave. "Bye Greg."

…

Sam hummed on a little tune as she finished up locking the mansion door and walked to her car. She was wearing a pair of short, faded blue jeans with her sandals and an unbuttoned green and black plaid outer shirt on top of a white cotton chemise. A pair of modern sunglasses was positioned on top of her head and a brown, leather watch was around her left wrist. She carried a small purse in her hand, and her phone was set in her pants' back pocket.

The engine whirred to life smoothly and Sam began her journey back into town. After Greg had left, Sam had randomly decided to make hers and Greg's beds. She'd thrown their laundry into the washing machine and turned it on. It'll be done the time she gets back, and then she could throw it into the dryer.

Halfway through her journey, Sam realized that she has no idea where she's going and that she had forgotten to ask Greg where the storage unit buildings were. Cursing to herself, Sam decided to ask some random person where it might be. She spotted a blonde woman in overalls painting something decidedly purple in her front yard and stopped her car.

"Hey!" Sam called out to the woman. "Excuse me?"

The person turned her attention towards Sam and tucked the paintbrush she was holding onto behind her ear. "Yeah?"

"I was wondering if you could help me with some directions."

The woman walked closer to Sam's car and placed her hands on her hips and smiled. "Well, sure. What are you looking for?"

Sam took off her shades and smiled back. "Um, do you know any storage unit buildings in town?" The woman brought and tapped a finger to her chin in consideration. "Well, there's like, two, but the nearest would be the U Storage Unit. It's straight then left, and then right after you reach the traffic light. Then go straight and you're there. It's the one surrounded with an iron fence; you won't miss it."

Sam sighed in relief and nodded thankfully towards the woman. "Thank you very much."

"You're welcome. Have a good day."

"Yeah, you too."

She followed the directions exactly and found herself standing by the building not long after. A phone call to Greg revealed that his would be the last one on the right, and that it wasn't locked because he'd lost the keys to that one, as well. Sam rolled her eyes at the newfound information and ended the call after telling him that she'd keep her eyes open for the keys in her search.

Greg's storage unit was a complete and total mess. Even just by looking at it gave Sam a headache. Sure enough, it took more than a while to get layer after layer of miscellaneous stuff out in the streets and another long while to sift through it for any sign of the deed. By a little bit past noon, Sam had worked through half of the space and still she couldn't find it.

Eventually, Sam decided to pause the search process and go get lunch. It was pretty damned tiring going through box after box, her seemingly never-ending disappointment and frustration that multiplied with the heat of the area, and all of Greg's stuff were mostly CDs and old band records that were kind of cool but not what she was looking for.

She drove her car and parked her car at the usual space next to the pizza shop. Her hair flew like curtains in the wind as she walked down the boardwalk while deciding on what to have for lunch. She's been in the mood for fries lately and settled on having some of that. Sam whistled as she made her way to the counter, where Pee Dee was holding fort, just as usual.

"Welcome to the Fry Shop, ma'am. Can I take your order?"

Sam laughed and took off her shades, and Pee Dee's expression turned into one of delighted surprise. "Sam?"

"Yeah, Pee Dee; it's me. How's it going?"

Pee Dee's posture relaxed and a wide smile appeared on his lips. "Heh, you know; same old, same old. Business is kind of slow today, though. You're our first customer."

"Really now?" Sam questioned. "Well, in that case I better make your start of the day pretty good, right? Give me the heavy lunch set, a large Coke and a side of mashed potatoes."

"I see you're pretty hungry. Been doing some heavy work lately?" Pee Dee asked as he prepared her order. Sam pulled out her phone to check on her messages as she kept up with the conversation. "Yeah. It's been a rather strenuous morning if I don't say so myself."

"Huh, really? I didn't see you jog this morning."

"Nah, I decided to skip for today and wake up late. Didn't go exactly to plan, though, because my idiot of a brother forgot or something to turn his alarm off."

Pee Dee clicked his tongue. "So Mr Universe is living with you now?"

"Yeah, no way I'm letting Greg sleep in a van while I'm around. Which reminds me, thanks again for the heads up the other day, by the way."

Pee Dee placed a tray, set with her order onto the counter and shrugged. "No big deal. That 'll be 13 dollars. Would you like some tissues with that?"

Sam handed him the money and nodded her head. "Thanks, Pee Dee. Some tissues would be nice."

Pee Dee leaned to the side to get some tissues from underneath the counter when he realized that they were standing beneath a growing shadow. His head immediately shot up and his eyes widened in a mix of surprise and fright.

"SAM, LOOK OUT!"

Sam's head turned just in time to spot the creature coming down from the sky and jumped over the counter to push Pee Dee out of harm's way. They crashed into the wall as the creature, a shell with spikes and two heads and six legs completely destroyed the front of the shop before it roared and breathed out fire.

Sam couldn't believe what was happening. What was this… this thing?! She was frozen in fear and shock as the monster thrashed around, causing more damage to the establishment before Pee Dee grab hold onto her shoulders and gave her a rough shake.

"Pee Dee," Sam finally said. "What is going on?"

"Sam, we need to get out of here. These things happen around here often. We need to get out, and get away from here."

"B-but what-"

"Get out now; questions later."

Pee Dee pulled Sam carefully over the fallen debris and objects and guided her to the exit. A particularly large piece was in the way but there was a small space at the bottom they could crawl through to get to the dining space. Sam forced Pee Dee to go first because he was younger and smaller, and that would mean less hassle and less time would be wasted for the both of them to get out. Pee Dee did not complain. He simply dropped to all fours and began crawling.

As soon as Pee Dee disappeared, Sam lowered herself and drew a sharp breath. In the chaos, a piece of glass had accidentally pierced into and injured her left palm. She bit on her lip to avoid crying out and hissed through her teeth. There was no way out of it. She steadied herself, pinched onto the smooth glass and began pulling it out, drawing blood. The glass was quite big, and it was in deeper than Sam had thought. Her breaths came in heavy, laboured pants and tears were flowing down her cheeks. Never had she been so scared in her life.

The monster roared again and she screamed, her eyes were closed as spikes flew into the wall behind her and a narrow one embedded itself into her right shoulder, making Sam fall forcefully fall onto her knees. She opened her eyes to the blurry sight of the whole place in flames and the monster still thrashing around in panic, as if trying to get out. Her gaze travelled to the little hole and she couldn't help the whine of disappointment when she saw that it was gone.

This was it. This was how her life was going to end. Trapped in a burning building with a monster that might or might not eat her corpse after she dies.

Her shoulder hurt like hell, and she couldn't feel her arm from the shard and her legs were jelly- she could go on and on about her injuries at the moment, but decided not to. Sam cradled her arm- the one pierced with the long, narrow spike and sobbed. Then a miracle happened.

There was a yell, and Sam witnessed as how someone, a very tall someone with a distinguished, square afro, punch through the wall and attacked the creature with a pair of gauntlets. Then more appeared- there was a short, purple woman with long, white hair with whips and finally, a tall, pale person with a spear.

"STEVEN!" The tall one cried, and a boy appeared on the back of a pink lion with a pink shield in his hand. There were shouts exchanged over the whole discourse, which Sam could not comprehend, but somehow, the boy was thrown back into a wall and the ceiling above him threatened to fall. Sam acted out of instinct. She had no idea whether this whole thing was real or just figments or her imagination, but there was in no way she was about to watch a small kid being crushed to death.

Sam sped to his side and hugged him into her chest. The boy was shocked, and before she lost consciousness, she could hear someone call her name.

"- Sam?"

"… Ste...ven…"

Then a huge chunk of ceiling fell on top of them and all was black.

The beginning of Steven and Sam's meeting. I really hate stopping this chapter like this but I couldn't think of how to continue without it being too long and weird. So the next few chapters will be about Sam's meeting and interaction with her nephew and the Crystal Gems, and Greg gets bashed. Whoa, boy.

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