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Summary: His familyâs not present, the third time he runs away. They never see the creature he becomes.
Iâm back! Future updates are likely to be slower as I am starting a new job soon, but at very least I have now settled into my new home. I share some writerâs meta on the AO3 version.
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âSo, Iâve been doinâ a lot of thinking,â Amethyst begins one day, propping her chin against the raised lip of the lava pool as she lounges on the floor at the center of the templeâs burning room, which theyâve started to use as their meeting space again.
Pearlâ standing beside one of the lower branches of crystal pipesâ tiredly glances her direction, nodding for her to speak. Even Garnetâs head tilts in interest, which is quite an accomplishment given her recent uncharacteristic silence. She suspects that sheâs been busying herself scouring through whole galaxies of possibilities, although sheâs not sure what good that will do without any reasonable intel to guide that vision. Itâs been well over a week and a half since Stevenâs gone missing, and beyond the existence of what they suspect is a corrupted Gem and footprints leading towards the water, they have no further clues. No inklings as to where Steven might have disappeared to, no hits from Gregâs posters, not even any leading tips from Homeworld or any of the outlying Gem-inhabited planets. And as for this particular creature⌠theyâve only met a single eyewitness. A human, who briefly caught its silhouette against the backdrop of sunrise. Perhaps if it ran further inland it wouldâve tripped one of their old corrupted Gem surveillance sensors, but they never placed any in the oceans. They barely have any means to survey the oceans.
âIâve been talkinâ to all sorts of people the past few days, right?â Amethyst says, widely gesturing as she rolls onto her back. âAll Stevenâs friends. People in town who knew him pretty well. And pretty much everyone agrees that he was actinâ pretty weird these past few months. Sadie described him as overly-tense. I called up Lars on his ship, and he kept saying that he was genuinely worried about his mental health, or whatever. Greg told me the same thing. And Connie. And basically everyone else.â
Pearl rhythmically flexes her fingers in and out of a fist against her side, her features rapidly curling into a scowl. âAnd what does that have to do with his disappearance?â
âUh, potentially everything?â she snips back, throwing her hands in the air above her. âYâguys, youâve been making so many assumptions, but we barely know anything! You canât just blindly throw out the idea that the whole corrupted Gem thing and Steven are linked without at least considering it.â
She grimaces, not even bothering to filter out the full intensity of her bitterness in the audience of such a ridiculous, illogical notion. âAmethyst, weâve talked about your little âtheoryâ already. And everyone agreed that itâs impossible.â
âAnd yet itâs true that Steven has defied the impossible before,â Garnet comments suddenly, adjusting her visor.
âAre you defending her?â Pearl gasps, turning towards her old friend with her mouth agape with shock.
She crosses her arms, evidently unbothered by the weight of her subtle betrayal as she lounges back against the entryway. âIâm not defending nor rejecting, merely acknowledging a possibility.â
âYeah, see?â the younger Gem chimes right back in, quickly pushing herself to her feet to rise to her full height. (Which blessedlyâ if sheâs aiming for intimidationâ isnât much.) âGarnet gets it! Stevenâs different than us. Always has been. His powers just do what whatever the hell heâs feeling, right? He feels happy, he floats. He feels spooked, bam! Bubble. He feels like an old man, he literally turns into one. And recently, it seems like heâs been feeling pretty crappy, which probably wasnât helped by us getting all up in his business after he crashed the van.â
She squints. âIs this going anywhere?â
âYes,â Amethyst stresses, peering right up at her, her eyes flaring with an urgency and passion Pearl admittedly hasnât seen her wielding in quite some time. âBecause I also talked to Jasper the other day. And she gave me the last piece of the puzzle I needed.â
The quartz steps back to address them both, hands nervously fidgeting with the frayed stitching of her missing siblingâs wool jacket.
âI gotta admit, this isnât easy news, but it has to be shared.â She inhales tightly, briefly closing her eyes as she does so. âIâm pretty sure the reason Steven had her in the bathroom is that he was trying to heal her with the diamond essences he keeps there. Because he shattered her, in a duel.â
Pearl freezes. The kinder reality sheâs stubbornly nurtured within her mind ignites and burns to cinders in an instant, hard light thrumming through the thin circuitry of her extremities at such an unimaginable pace that her form barely manages to keep up with the strain. She nearly crumples to her knees upon the sheer anguish of the revelation, only narrowly catching her fall to remain upright. Across the room, Garnet appears to be on the brink of splitting apart. She⌠shards, her primary instinct screams for her to violently discard every last bitter tasting word Amethyst has spoken into the furthest recesses of her mind, to rot and decay there for the rest of this cursed eternity, and yet still her picture perfect memory chooses to taunt her with details of the recent past⌠with the hauntingly damning fact thatâ when she checked the bathroom after watching Steven warp away, the last moment any of them laid eyes on himâ the bottles of diamond essence had indeed been sloppily spilled into the bathtub.
âHer words, mind you, not mine,â Amethyst continues, no amount of stabilizing calm in her tone able to mask the slight tremor under the surface. âYou can ask her yourself, if you want.â
âNo,â she whispers, hot tears budding in her eyes as she presses her hands to her mouth. âThatâs not what happened, it canât beâŚâ
âSo, returning to my theory, you have a kid whoâs already feeling terrible, someone whose powers do whatever heâs feeling. A diamond. And then he makes the worst possible mistake: he shatters someone. Accident or not, it donât matter. Because maybe then⌠he starts feeling like a monster. Becomes a monster.â
âNo,â she shakes her head vehemently. âNo, no. Corruption doesnât work that way, youââ
âLike, think about it!â Amethyst interrupts, striding towards her again. âReally think about it! All we know for sure isââ
âAmethyst, you have to STOP, thisââ
ââcorruption was caused by the Diamonds, but besides thaââ
ââyou have absolutely no idea what youâre talking aboââ
ââhow it actually works is like a total mystery!â
âNO!â she explodes, plunging the room around her into a dreadful silence. âYou werenât there, but I WAS!!â The burdens of her personal history grow heavier still as she jabs a decisive finger square at the center of her chest, continuing her impassioned tirade with water trailing down her cheeks in thin rivulets all the while. âI watched as that horrid corrupting light slammed against the surface, nearly obliterating any living Gem in its path, I watched as my friends and allies lost all control over their forms and became a twisted shadow of their former selves, I watched all of that!! So you donât get to tell me what I do or donât know about corruption!â
Amethystâs expression sobers considerably in the audience of her outrage. Pointedly, as if expecting rescue, she turns her gaze to Garnet, who has her arms hugged around her middle as if holding herself in one piece. Quite honestly, after the horrid news theyâve just become privy to, she probably is.
âWe should move on to a new subject,â the fusion states frankly, once again avoiding any clear stance on the topic. âThis is clearly making Pearl very upset.â
The quartzâs eyes alight in clear indignation. âYâknow what? Fine,â she spits, shoving her hands in her pockets and storming towards the doorway. âIf both of you are gonna be that sensitive, Iâll take my ideas somewhere else. But just for the record?â she says, whirling back to face them mere inches before passing through the templeâs threshold. âThe reason Steven keeps running away is staring back at us in the mirror. You just refuse to see it. And thatâs not my problem.â