"I wanna be your vacuum cleaner, breathin' in your dust. I wanna be your Ford Cortina, I won't ever rust. If you like your coffee hot, let me be your coffee pot. You call the shots, babe. I just wanna be yours." If you can guess that song, I'll give you a cookie. So, I do not own Steven Universe or its characters, ideas, ect. If you have a comment or critique, please leave a review. Please enjoy this chapter, which likely will not be that good today.

God bless, JPLegends

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: Dancing To New Forms

"Steven!" Connie's voice rung out, snapping Steven out of his trance. He was a thousand miles away and this had been the fifth time Connie had tried to get his attention. Steven looked up at her. He was sitting on the platform in the armory as everyone was either training or chatting. Steven rubbed his eyes. Tears were welling there. 'Poor Steven,' he thought to himself jokingly. 'Cry baby.' "Are you okay?" Connie asked, sitting down next to him.

"Yeah." Steven said, exhaling. Connie rolled her eyes, grabbing Steven's shoulder.

"I know when you're lying," Connie says. "What is it?" Steven's shoulders rise and fell in the form of a small laugh. He can't hide anything from her.

"The war," Steven says, laying back on the rock staring at the cave ceiling. "We're with the UN, we're starting to fight back. But we lost so much. Hamada, Buck. Ronaldo, Dewey, countless others. It's haunting…" Connie takes Steven's hand.

"I have the confidence that you'll get us through," Connie says. "Who else could have done this? Not Garnet, not Pearl. Definitely not Amethyst. You're doing the best you can. No one can know what will happen in the future. But we all have faith you can do this." Steven laughs. A genuine laugh of joy.

"You make it sound like a video game." Steven says.

"Yeah, you're my commander," Connie says, making them both laugh hard. "I mean who else is there. An alien hidden behind a mask? A series of genderless aliens? Well…" They laugh for a good two minutes before calming down and Connie stands up, offering a hand. Steven takes hers and they begin dancing. Awkward dance, about as graceful as two teenagers can dance. But it was still nice. They had no idea where the closeness of dancing comes from. For gems, that's about the most intimate action you can do without it being fusion. Guess he and Connie have fused so many times that they have skewed human and gem definitions of closeness.

"Do we know where we're going in Brazil?" Steven asks.

"Yeah," Connie replies. "Soren says the UN silo is in the middle of four river bodies and lake bodies. Strange guy."

"It still baffles me you don't trust Soren." Steven says.

"It's complicated," Connie says. "He doesn't exactly use the most caution. He nearly burned you to a crisp when you two met and hasn't been that open since. Well, he's become at least acquainted with Amethyst." Steven turns his head slightly to see Soren and Amethyst dancing. A very similar dancing style. Clumsy, energetic yet purposeful. Soren grins in her presence a lot. "Hello, what am I seeing here?" Connie says. Steven turns his head to see Sour Cream holding out a hand for Jewel. Jewel, really timid, takes his hand and they dance. Sour Cream, energetic and experienced, while Jewel is dancing timidly, clumsily and excitedly. They continue dancing for a few minutes until a sound like a pop goes off and Jewel yells out. Connie drops Steven in shock and Steven in turn looks to see something amazing.

In place of Amethyst and Soren was one nine foot tall gem standing spread out. A burgundy tone was attached to her skin, wearing a long trench coat with a hood that only covers tow out of four arms, a tank top under that coat with sweat pants and knee-high combat boots. Her hair is a deep and rich purple, reaching down to her shoulders and her violet eyes awoke, with a certain excitement. Her gem was on her chest and tongue. She looked around for a second and then went in a melancholy voice, "What is this? This is…great!" The fusion stumbles for a second, laughing in a careless manner. Steven runs forward and looks up at them.

"Soren, Amethyst," Steven yells. "Is that you?" The fusion turns and poses in a prideful manner.

"Yup," the fusion says. "Am I not great?"

"Who are you?" Steven asks, which causes Agate to put her finger to her lip.

"Erm, Agate," the fusion says in more of a question than a statement, falling while at it. "Um, yeah, Blue Lace Agate. That sounds about right! Jeez, never had long legs before. Never fused with a gem other that a Spessartite either! Hah! Guess I'm full of surprises."

"But what's your weapon?" Steven asks, ecstatically. Agate does a flip and gets on her feet and summons Amethyst's whip and Soren's sword, crossing them. It forms a long burgundy, flexible pole and a violet hilt with a star at the end. Agate holds it in both hands and snickers.

"I don't know what this thing is! But I know how to use it!" Agate leaps in the air and whacks it at the water, the stiff whip-like weapon making the water it hits evaporate. "And check this out." Agate lights the weapon on fire and swings it through the air, creating a wave of fire fly over the air. Garnet and Pearl rush in to see what is happening. Agate turns to see them and says "Hey, Garnet! Like this new fusion? It's awesome! I have fire!" Agate summons fire in her hands.

"Unfuse!" Garnet yells. The response causes Agate to stutter.

"W-what?" Agate says in Soren and Amethyst's voices before unfusing. Amethyst and Soren get up to face the response. Amethyst gets up to confront them directly while Soren sits there completely stunned. "But why?" Amethyst and Soren say in chorus.

"It's new, you two," Garnet says. "We don't know what the new fusion can do. It'd be safer not to test it in our only base. Soren, how are you?" Soren looks completely stunned by the question.

"Umm, good," Soren says. "That was…amazing." Garnet stares at him analytically then back to Amethyst.

"We're done," Garnet says. "Soren, when are we good to go for the Amazon?"

"In a little bit." Soren says. Taking the hint, he gets up and sprints back to his quarters. Amethyst rolls her eyes and run away. Steven walks up to Garnet.

"You don't trust Soren?" Steven asks.

"Yes and no," Garnet says. "But fusion is an entirely different matter. They aren't safe together or for everyone else. Not until they practice more often."

"Why?" Steven asks.

"Amethyst is brash, Soren is confident," Garnet answers. "Amethyst is straightforward, Soren is calculated. Amethyst prefers pummeling her enemies into submission, Soren gives no mercy. Given the wrong circumstance, those two can be more unstable than Sugilite. It's nothing against them, Steven. They just need to learn to control themselves." Garnet walks away, as the look in Agate's eye suddenly makes more sense to Steven.

AGATE! AGATE! AGATE! BLUE LACE AGATE!