Donut Family

AU

[Rebecca Sugar, plus Kat Morris and herself.]

This episode expositions that Steven's mom is a Gem. I feel it wouldn't be so specifically mentioned the way it is canonically. So, I did this!

-He REALLY isn't all that involved with the gems in the beginning of this AU, despite the next chapter. All the more to get the tension super high when he is.~-

Tid-Bit Notes: I'm increasingly thinking ways to bring the episodes about without the gems. Some are really easy and some require quite the creativity.

-artisticRadifyer

Ch. 2 Laser Light Cannon

Steven ran ahead of Lars' languid pace to the counter of Beach Citywalk Fries, just as the owner re-entered his shop, "Hey, Fryman! Gimme the Bits!"

"Steven, we're closed."

"Aw, what?"

"You know I'll only eat the baked chips," Lars leaned sideways to be in view of the man in the shop.

Steven bounced in place a bit, "Even Lars wants some'n, though!"

"Alright, alright..." Fryman conceded, "I can give y'all actual fries you know..."

"Just the Bits, please!"

"Lars?"

"I don't wanna give you shrink or somethin'. Just leftover chips if ya have 'em."

Fryman shrugged and gave them their orders, "Bye."

Steven waved back for Lars and himself. "It's such a nice sunset. I think that's my favorite time of day. When the sun goes down, and the second one gets bigger and bigger in the sky..."

Lars snorted, "Yeah, that big ol', really hot second sunnnnnahhHH! What the-"

Steven realised what he said and what he was seeing, "What...is it?"

"Why would I know?!"

"...Let's go get Dad!"

"S-sure, Greg can help. ...Hopefully."

"'Course he will!"

The Old Wash had the van parked out front, and while Lars went inside to check for Greg, Steven attempted to set off the van's alarm. The man exploded out the van's back doors while he brandished a cold waffle iron, "Who's there? I've gotta waffle iron!"

"Dad, it's me!"

Greg blinked slowly and turned the alarm off, "Steven? I almost waffled your face! What are you doing up so late?"

Steven had come down to hug his father while he spoke, "What do you mean? The sun went down an hour ago."

"More like forty minutes ago," Lars emerged from the Wash.

"Oh." Greg sheepishly tried to excuse himself, "Heheh, I forgot I was taking a nap."

"Well, if it matters: While you were sleeping, a giant ball is hurtling towards Beach City!"

"What?!"

Lars and Steven both pointed to what looked like monotoned red eyeball. All three of them saw a purple speck fly out to the eyeball, land on the front and fall to the ocean.

"Are the gems...throwing Amethyst?" Greg asked at large.

The sequence repeated in their confused silence.

"Guess so," Steven shrugged.

"Well," Lars scoffed, "they won't ever get it down that way."

"What can we do that they can't?" Greg asked.

"We can shoot it...?"

Steven was impressed, "Really? Cool!"

"Lars, go to your parents house and get a good amount of firearms. If you see Sadie, tell her to do the same at Barb's. Steven and I'll look in the garage."

"You sure it'll work?"

"You're the one who suggested it! Go!"

"Ohkay, ohkay! Gah..."

Father and son traveled a few blocks and a half down to the U-Stor and opened up Greg's storage unit.

"In here?" Steven questioned, "But, I've gone in here before!"

"I don't think you were looking for any weapons then. Besides have you ever gone all the way to the very back?" Greg countered.

"...No."

"Then it won't hurt to try."

Steven prodded at some boxes and they fell over because of it. "If I'm going in there, I'm gonna need some gear!" he declared as he grabbed a sock, a flashlight, and extension cords near the entrance. The sock is tied around his head to hold the flashlight nestled in his hair in place, and the extension cords are for when he finds anything. "Here I go!"

"Good luck."

Steven found a golf-club-set almost immediately and pushes it out to his father. He also found other medium, on-the-ground range weapons to push out, but no long range on-the-ground, or even atmosphere range ones.

Further in, Steven shouted a victory, only to see he picked up a T-Shirt cannon. He discovered some of his dad's CDs and pocketed one for later. He sank to his knees again and one of his knees landed on a picture of his mom and dad together, "Uh, I broke a photo of you and mom!"

"It's ohkay, Buddy! I can just get a new one one of these days. Besides, if every porkchop were perfect, we wouldn't have hotdogs!"

A glow in front of Steven, which illuminated the back wall, shone bright in response to the words. The searcher drew close and found a huge, pink, glowing cannon.

"Dad, get the van! This thing is huge and might be the only thing that'll work in here!"

After they tied it up with more extension cords, Greg fired up the van and floored the pedal, which extracted all of the unit's storage.

"How are we gonna use this thing? It's too big for the van!"

A classic, wooden, red wagon rolled up to them from the pile of storage. The two lifted it in, and it falls through the bottom, despite their efforts. It scraped an awful sound when the vehicle began its journey to the far beach-the side the Big Donut resided on.

"Is it gonna be ohkay?"

"Mmm... Man, that thing is getting huge," Greg noticed. "It's...just... It's freaking me out!"

"Can't the van go any faster?!"

"This is faster!"

"Uh- Don't worry. C-Come on, let's put on your CD."

Steven slid the CD he snagged into the CD slot of the radio to listen to his father's voice in it's prime.

"What? Really? Uh, come on, you've heard it..."

Greg's music blared semi-loud in the van and Steven sang along as it traverses its final stretch. They settled on the beach, blaring music permeated the air as the father and son exited of the van.

The eye was much closer and for some reason began to suck up things. The van slid, taking the cannon with it, but Greg unhooked it, "Blast that thing!"

"Blast! Go! Activate! Please work! Turn on! Unlock!" Steven rambled, but to no effect. "...Come on, everyone's counting on you! You can't just be useless! I know you can help!"

"It's ohkay, Steven!" Greg nodded towards Sadie, Lars, Barb, Martha, Dante, Vidalia, and Mr. Smiley running to them with firearms, "We'll figure it out together! Something even better!"

"R-r-right! If every porkchop were perfect, we wouldn't have hot dogs...!" The activation code spoken, the cannon lit up with a rosey hue. The top end split open petal by petal, and flopped heavily to the ground.

Having scrambled to the shooting end, Steven strained to pick up the heavy tube. Lightening considerably as some of the group of grownups reached him, they aimed high and blew the eye to smithereens.

The shot's projection of Rose-her silhouette during the shot's travel was the indication the cannon was hers-blasted pieces of the eye all over the boardwalk and the beach. Mr. Smiley, Dante, Barb, and Sadie were all setting the cannon down, while Martha, Lars, Greg, and Vidalia were trying to retrieve Greg's van from the shallows.

"Rose..."

"Guess we didn't need these, then," Dante stated.

Martha shrugged, "I feel better with one though."

"So, that thing, the thing that shot light as ammo, and which destroyed an alien eye machine," Lars listed, "was his mom's?! What the heck?!"

"What was that?" Mr. Smiley asked. "It looked like an eye."

"A robot eye," said Dante.

"A DEAD eye!" Barb yelled, "WooHOO!"

"Yeah! She's an alien! You know this!" Sadie berated Lars, "Just like the other three we see a lot of! Gosh, pay attention sometimes!"

"Whoaaaa!" Steven noticed the shock-waves in the water, "Look at all the waves!"

"Greg!" admonished Vidalia, "Let go or you'll get swept under!"

"No, no, no! But, Vidalia, THE VAN!"

"I'm NOT saving you from drowning more than once in a lifetime!"

"We should help Greg with his van," Sadie suggested.

"Greg! Barbra's acomin' to help ya!"

"Greg had Rose's Light Cannon?!" Pearl exclaimed.

"And they figured out how to use it?" Amethyst asked.

"Put that baby in neutral, Greg!" Martha directed.

Amethyst looked around, "They also saved most of Beach City!"

"Most?" Pearl said.

"On three: PUSH! One!"

"The boardwalk has a hole in it, Pearl;" Garnet pointed it out, "as well as some buildings."

"Two! THREE!"

"This city's used to that; we'll be fine." Mr. Smiley reassured.

"Thanks, guys." Greg told the group, "I'm grateful you'd help after we wrecked half the Walk."

"Better than all of it, Greg! We're happy there's one less thing to fix!" Barb side-hugged the man. "HaHA!"

"Greg, may we put Rose Quartz's Light Cannon with the rest of our arsenal? And what's the activation code?" Pearl inquired. "I advise you to keep your voice low, we don't want the cannon firing again."

"('If every pork chop were perfect, we wouldn't have hot dogs.')"

"That's the thing Rose would say about pork rinds?"

"Hot dogs," Garnet corrected.

"Good job keeping up with it, Gregory," Amethyst said.

"Uh... Thanks."

"Let's go get a damage survey, everyone!" Mr. Smiley ordered.

"~If every pork chop were perfect,~" Steven sang, "~WE WOULDN'T HAVE HOT DOGS!~"

The cannon began its preparation to shoot.

Bonus:

"Mom, Dad, I know you just got home from work but we need every gun in the house!"

"Why?!"

"We've gotta take down the eyeball!"

"He's fighting a gang, Dante!"

"Now, now. We've prepared for this day."

"Sadie! Momma's gonna shoot something from the sky today, baby!"

[hey p2 we need guns 2 fight a giant eyeball] [get ur mom out here]

"Mom! I'm going with you and you can put back your clay pigeons!"