Hey, guys! Songue here, back again!
Thanks for you guys, appreciating this new story of mine!
Now, continuing the project zaziecurie gave me, it is time for the second story to be presented!
(Don't worry, the 12th's will have more chapters, you guys convinced me!)
For the second chapter, I present to you...
What if… the 10th Doctor crossed over to Steven Universe's reality?
…
Today should be raining.
That's what was in her mind, at least.
For those that didn't know her, she would appear to be just another human, sitting on the beach, hugging her legs while she watched the flow of the sea, coming and going.
The waves were not going to overtake her spot any time soon, and that's just the way she wanted it.
Pearl wanted to be left alone, at least for these awful times.
Garnet respects her alone time. Amethyst as well, her own special way…
(... which probably meant she'd later find her room in the temple clustered with Amethyst's hoarding.)
Pearl didn't care, right now.
(She also secretly knew Amethyst only does that to get her out of her this particular mood... but that would not prevent her from scolding Amethyst.)
But, right now, Pearl just wanted to be alone, just her and her thoughts.
And that strange man in brown overcoat, just strolling in her direction, was clearly in the ways of ruining her loneliness.
"What a delightful weather we have today", he started saying, his accent not from around Beach City. "You know, those perfect sunsets on a beach that you can only see in Hollywood movies? Well, not the latest ones, I mean, studios will only achieve such realism in a couple of centuries, but when they do… it will almost feel like this afternoon, yes."
Pearl half-listened to him.
She reckoned he must be some mentally-unsound human, speaking gibberish.
She also reminded herself to keep her guard up – who knows how an insane human might act, out-of-the-blue?
She also tried to pinpoint the location where she had last heard such peculiar accent in the last centuries.
And she also made a mental note reminding herself to fix that one torn up shirt Steven dropped near his bed, later this evening – that one had been bothering her for the last couple of days, but she shrugged this off.
'No stray thoughts in an organized mind', Pearl mentally congratulates herself.
".. don't you think so?"
That question brought Pearl's mind back to reality, more specifically to the very real fact that that very same man she had perceived forty two seconds ago was now currently sitting by her side and had, apparently, asking her opinion on some subject she had not paid attention to.
'Funny', she wondered, 'I'm more scatterbrained today than ever. It figures…'
The human was still looking at her, messy brown hair almost defying gravity as his gaze remained firm on her own eyes.
'Oh, he probably expects an answer', the Gem quickly realized.
"Err… I suppose?", she answered. 'There, an acceptable answer', she concluded, her quick-thinking saving the day once more.
And now she realized how close the human had gotten, when she had just reminded herself on keeping her guard up! Arm's length, even!
'Preposterous', she chided herself, 'how can I call myself a weapon master if I can get so easily…'
She noticed him, beaming at her.
"Distracted?"
"…wha-huh?", was her bright response.
"Guessed as much!", the man said, stretching his legs a bit longer. There were traces of the wet sand already covering his suit's pants (and Pearl had to admit there was a side of hers that was getting irked a bit). "Sorry, here I am, babbling and prattling to someone clearly with too much on her mind. Right?"
"Hm, yes, you are right", she replied politely.
"So? Care to share?", he asked.
Pearl blinked at him. Once. Twice.
"I beg your pardon?", she asked, unsure of what she had heard.
"Oh, come on! Take that asteroid you're carrying out of your shoulders for a second!"
"Why…"
"Because you seem to need someone to talk to", he replied in what appeared to be the most sincere way he could.
"No, I meant, 'why' as in 'why are you talking to me'" she tried clarifying the best she could.
"I know, that is exactly what I understood, and I repeat it, because you really look like you need someone to have a conversation with", he answered, with a smile. "There I was, trying to get my bearings, next I see, you were here, all alone, eyes and mind far away."
"Maybe I was just looking to be left alone", she replied, tense. She would have tried being a bit more polite, but this particular human seemed to be oblivious to concepts such as 'leaving one to oneself'.
"Pish-posh, I can tell when someone does not need me interfering with their daily lives", he replied quickly, staring at the ocean for a moment, then at her, then at the ocean again, then at her once more, then finally cracking. "Nope, could not say it with a straight face!"
Pearl quickly assessed the situation she currently found herself in.
"I don't want to sound… rude", she started as polite as she could.
"Oh, I hate when people say that", the other man spoke, in a deflated state. "That sort of speech is almost certainly followed by something remarkably rude."
"Well, what did you expect, you were the one being rude in the first place!", she said, irritated that such a thing needed to be said.
"Me?", he replied, pointing at his own chest. "I was not the one who came all this way to the beach, clearly wanting somebody to speak with! Well, actually, I kind of am someone who came all the way on a beach to talk to somebody, but I was referring to you, it's funny that it matches exactly what I was trying to do, and I feel I got lost somewhere. You were telling me what is wrong with you…?"
"No, I wasn't", she replied coldly. As if such infantile tactic could work on her…
"So everything is fine and fair in the world?", he asked her.
"Of course not!", she replied.
"Then you should talk about it to someone", he said firmly.
"I don't want to talk about it with you!"
"Then your friends?", he offered.
"They wouldn't understand it."
"I think you're wrong."
"I'm NOT!"
"Then how can you be so sure-"
"I AM SURE!"
"How?"
"Because they don't know I MISS HER SO MUCH!"
Pearl's yell echoed throughout the beach, her hair slightly dishevelled, the man smiling as he looked up to her.
'Wait, when did I stand up?' , she wondered to herself.
The man waved his hand, making a gesture humans would have equalled to a 'keep going' offer.
"I… I-I miss her. So much, lately", Pearl finally admitted out loud, not sure why she took his offer. Maybe, since she already had said something, she could say more things and he would be satisfied and leave her alone.
"She was so important, you see, not just to me, to everyone around her. But to me… you could say she became my World after we left ours behind", she rubbed her chest a little, remembering those long gone days.
"Leaving your home behind… I know the feeling", he said, and she would have denied it, but she could see something strange in his gaze.
There was a spark of recognition in this man's eyes.
Pearl sat back down, assuming a much more relaxed position, eyes now up and straight into the sky, stars barely visible, too early.
"She made it easy. She made it painless. She made it right", Pearl said, and she looked at the water nearing her feet – but not quite yet. "With her around, I never felt..."
"The loneliness" he remarked, as if it was something he thought to himself routinely. "Sounds like an amazing person."
"Yes, she… she was amazing like that."
Seemingly satisfied, the man stood up. "Yes, that is a much better look on you, you should smile more."
"You're… leaving?", she asked, before catching herself on the act.
She was actually… wanting to talk to him?
"Well… unless you still want to talk. Do you feel like talking now?", he asked, his expression soft.
Who was this man, that intruded on her moment of reflection and tore her resolution away?
And why did it feel so familiar to talk to him, she wondered.
"… I guess I do", she accepted his company.
... and cut!
Oh, this story already has more stuff written into it, but I will only post it later, okay?
Patience, my friends!
Next time, Steven Universe meets the Doctor!