Summary:
In which Blue meets a familiar face.
It was dark. Blue found herself alone within her palanquin. No Pearl, no Amethyst—just her and the deafening silence. She rose and stepped out. "I will make them suffer for their betrayal," she said coldly, her voice cutting through the stillness as she approached the edge of the arena.
Blue soldiers surrounded her, their expressions unreadable as they looked down at the Earth below. From their great height, the planet seemed fragile, insignificant.
"Leave this planet. We don't need casualties," a commanding voice said beside her. She didn't need to turn to know—it was Yellow. She would recognize that booming tone anywhere. Tears glistened down their faces, unspoken anguish etched into their expressions. Pink had been shattered. By a Rose Quartz, of all gems.
Blue's resolve hardened. She would ensure that those responsible, the so-called Crystal Gems, paid dearly for their defiance. Behind her, another presence approached, its weight palpable. Around them, the gems hurried to evacuate. Earth was no longer safe. Everything would end now.
Rage, regret, and vengeance boiled within her. Blue and the other Diamonds stood in unison, their hands raised, glowing with raw, destructive power. Blue's glowed with a deep, ominous hue; Yellow's shimmered with a dark, searing gold. From the center, a larger hand extended, radiating a blinding light that overshadowed the others. It didn't matter. Together, their powers merged, intensifying into a deafening, catastrophic blast.
Blue woke with a startled gasp, her chest heaving. She had heard the stories a thousand times before, but this was the first time she dreamed about it—or was it a memory? A fragment passed down from her mother, the Diamond they shared?
Slowly, she lay back down, her gaze fixed on the ceiling. The memory of that overwhelming hatred and destruction made her feel sick. That blast had been meant to obliterate every traitor, to erase them from existence.
Her somber eyes drifted to the side, where the bubbled gem of a corrupted figure floated, suspended a few feet away.
Yet it hadn't. The gems had survived—though most, now, were like this. Corrupted. Broken. Steven had survived because it had all happened long before he was born. But how had the Pearl and the other gems he'd told her about escaped the blast?
Blue sat up again, this time swinging her legs over the bed and standing. She walked toward the bubble, her fingers hesitating before finally gripping it. What have they done? she wondered mournfully, her thumb tracing the smooth surface of the gem.
What could be done about the corruption? Could they ever be turned back? Was it even possible? Her mind drifted to Steven. Would he know? Could he somehow fix what had been broken? But what could a Rose Quartz do against damage of this scale?
Blue sighed and returned to her bed, the bubble still in her hand. The weight of despair settled over her. It felt hopeless.
As night gave way to day, Blue went about her mourning routine before leaving her ship. She floated down into the Kindergarten, her form trembling slightly in the brisk air. The Earth's weather was growing colder, and she vaguely wondered if her current attire, even with the poncho, was suitable for this chill.
She paused to survey her surroundings. No corrupted gems this time—not like the last—and she continued onwards to the warp pad. Blue used it to travel to Steven's abode, her movements cautious. She hadn't been caught using the pad alone yet, but she remained vigilant.
One moment she was in the Kindergarten, and the next, she had arrived at her destination. Warmth enveloped her, and she closed her eyes, savoring it. For a fleeting moment, she hoped no one would go outside today so she could linger in this comfort. Humming softly, she stepped off the warp pad, her eyes now open.
Her soft hum turned into a startled yelp. A large pink creature loomed in front of her, and in her shock, she stumbled backward, landing unceremoniously on the ground. The creature, awakened by her sudden arrival, lifted its head lazily and stared at her with a blank, disinterested expression.
Blue froze, uncertain how to react. It didn't seem hostile, nor did it move toward her with any particular intent. The pink beast yawned, revealing rows of sharp teeth, before slumping back onto its belly. Its snout was now mere inches from her feet.
Tentatively, Blue adjusted herself, moving onto her knees. Her hand reached out, trembling with curiosity, and she rested it gently on the creature's snout. Its cautious, squinted eyes followed her every move, but it remained still. The texture was soft, much softer than she had imagined. Slowly, her hand glided upward, brushing into its lighter, puffier fur. It was even softer there.
"Oh, stars," she whispered, her voice tinged with wonder. Her initial hesitance melted away as both her hands became lost in its fur. A soft giggle escaped her, and she moved closer, petting it with growing enthusiasm. "You're so endearing," she cooed, letting herself relax as she nestled against the creature's large pink mane. It didn't move, allowing her to stay nestled in its warmth.
She was so engrossed in the moment that she didn't notice Steven emerging from the house, his hair still damp from a shower. Drying it with a towel, he stopped in his tracks at the sight before him. A fond smile crossed his face as he watched two of his favorite people getting along so well. Blue's laughter, soft and unguarded, filled the space and lifted his spirits. He almost didn't want to interrupt.
The warp pad activated suddenly, and Garnet appeared. She froze mid-step, her gaze locking onto Blue.
Blue looked up at the sound, her expression shifting to one of stunned recognition. Her body went rigid. Time seemed to stop as the two stared at each other. Blue's mind raced. She knew this gem—not personally, but from her dreams. The silhouette, the unmistakable hair, and the gems embedded in each palm. It was her, the fusion of a Ruby and a Sapphire from eons ago. There was no mistaking it.
"Hey, Garnet. How'd the mission go?" Steven asked, walking toward her, oblivious to the tension in the air.
Garnet said nothing. Her fists clenched, and her usually calm demeanor cracked under the weight of some unspoken emotion. Steven stopped, confused, looking between Garnet and Blue.
Blue ducked her head in shame, fully aware of her appearance. To Garnet, she likely looked just like her mother, the original Blue Diamond. The last time Garnet had seen a Diamond, Blue's predecessor had likely ordered her shattering. Blue couldn't blame her for the reaction.
Forcing a sweet smile, Blue tried her best to soften Garnet's impression. "Hello," she greeted softly, her tone gentle and apologetic.
Garnet's lips tightened, her arms visibly trembling. Steven raised an eyebrow. "Um, Garnet, this is Blue," he said awkwardly, gesturing to her. "The girl I've been talking about."
Still silent, Garnet turned sharply and walked into the burning room, the door closing firmly behind her.
"That was… weird," Steven muttered, scratching his head.
Blue didn't respond. She stared down at Lion's mane with a doleful expression. "She doesn't like me," she said quietly. Her voice was low, but in the tense silence, Steven heard every word.
He raised his hands in an attempt to reassure her. "N-no, I'm sure it's nothing, maybe—"
"Steven," she interrupted, her tone firm. He blinked in surprise. She had never sounded so commanding before. "I'm not a fool."
Her gaze met his, intense and unwavering. Her usually bright, sky-blue eyes seemed darker, more like the depths of the ocean. There was an edge to them that made Steven take an instinctive step back. "Do not try to trick me," she said, her voice softening into something more pitiful. "And do not blame her for her behavior either."
Blue's hand returned to Lion's mane, absently stroking it.
"Do… do you know Garnet?" Steven ventured cautiously.
"No," Blue replied, standing slowly. "But she knew my mother." Her answer was honest, but it left Steven with more questions.
Before he could press further, his phone buzzed with an alert about an incoming storm. When he looked back at Blue, her expression had turned pleading, silently asking him not to dig any deeper.
Steven sighed. "Did you have breakfast?" he asked instead, changing the subject.
Blue's lips curled into a grateful smile. "No," she replied softly.
He leaned back against the wall with a heavy breath, pulling the woman closer to him. "How dare you," she accused, trying to sound intimidating, though her voice wavered into a shaky whimper. The man reached up to his face, grasped the edges of his skin, and pulled.
Blue gasped, covering her mouth in shock. The woman on the screen gasped as well.
"I thought he perished!" Blue exclaimed, her wide eyes glued to the TV.
Next to her, Steven chuckled. "He faked his death to save his wife," he explained, clearly amused by her reaction. He had seen the twist coming a mile away, even though this was his first time watching the movie too.
For the past hour, they had been on a movie marathon in Steven's room. The pouring rain outside made it the perfect excuse to stay indoors—not that Steven needed much convincing. After their recent fight with a corrupted gem, he had been looking for something low-key to help them both relax. Blue didn't seem to mind at all; she was fully engrossed in the movie as they ate their breakfast.
Not exactly the kind of "movie date" Steven had envisioned, but he'd happily take it.
Blue leaned forward on the pillow Steven had provided, her focus intense as the two humans on-screen embraced. Their faces inched closer, and they kissed deeply while wrapped in each other's arms. It reminded her vaguely of what she had seen during the "mating process" at the human zoo. For a fleeting moment, she thought about Steven doing that to her.
Steven, meanwhile, watched contently until his face slowly turned red. The two characters began stripping off their clothes—wait, what kind of movie had Amethyst given him? He had asked for something romantic, not that!
His face grew hotter by the second as he tentatively glanced at Blue. She wore a small, amused smile, her cheeks pink. Slowly, Steven started to get up. "Uh, okay, I'm gonna skip this—"
"Why would you do that?" Blue asked, her curious gaze stopping him in his tracks.
His expression told her everything, and she giggled, reaching for his sleeve to gently tug him back down. "Oh, don't be like that, silly. They're mating. It's perfectly natural for mates to procreate."
Steven sat back down, face still red. "Have you not seen mates do this before?" she teased.
"You have?!" he squeaked, his eyes wide as his blush deepened. Sure, he'd seen things in those videos during puberty, but he was shocked to hear she had as well.
Blue laughed lightly. "As part of my education. Though my elder didn't see much point, since she had no intention of choosing a mate for me."
Steven furrowed his brows, curiosity piqued. "Wait, choose?"
Blue hummed in confirmation, her eyes still on the screen. "It's common for people to be chosen for each other." She paused briefly before adding, "But my mother chose her own mate."
Steven blinked. Arranged matches? That was still a thing? He was grateful Blue didn't have anyone forcing her into something like that. The thought made him smile.
Thankfully, the scene on-screen had passed, and the movie returned to its main plot. Blue leaned against Steven, and he smiled down at her, feeling the warmth of her presence. It was only their third date, but it already felt like they had been together much longer.
"I'm glad I get to choose my own mate," Blue muttered absentmindedly.
"Me too," Steven agreed, wrapping his arm around her shoulders as they watched the protagonist's victory unfold—a classic, satisfying ending to the story.
Steven stood up, stretching before grabbing the dishes. "I'm going to the bathroom. We can look for another movie when I get back, 'kay?"
Blue gave an affirmative hum, and Steven walked away, placing the dishes in the sink before heading to the bathroom. As he went about his business, his thoughts wandered back to the movie—and to Blue's rather unusual upbringing.
First of all, calling sex mating was… technically accurate, but still odd in the context of people. And second, what kind of education did she have to know about sex but not phones, movies, or even basic common knowledge? He shook his head, finishing up. Maybe he was overthinking it. Connie once mentioned that some cultures approach things differently—like that one country in the East where meat is avoided for religious reasons. Maybe Blue's upbringing was rooted in a culture where technology was taboo for some reason.
After washing his hands, Steven stepped out of the bathroom and found Blue sitting on the window nook, gazing outside. Lion's head rested on her lap, and she gently stroked his mane, humming a soft, calming tune.
"Aww," Steven beamed, pulling out his phone to snap a quick picture of the serene moment. He walked over and sat down nearby. "Is this your first rain?"
Blue shook her head. "No," she replied. "We make it rain briefly to help grow fruits faster in the zoo. But nothing like this."
Steven nodded, joining her in watching the rain streak down the glass. A loud crack of thunder lit up the sky, and they both jumped slightly, caught off guard, before relaxing back into their shared view.
Behind them, the temple door creaked open, and the three elder gems entered the house.
"Hey, guys!" Steven greeted, waving.
"Hey, Steve-o!" Amethyst replied, grinning. Pearl offered a wary "Hello," while Garnet remained silent, her usual stoicism thick with tension.
"How was the, uh, movie?" Amethyst asked, her sly smile betraying her intent. She waggled her brows for good measure.
Steven's cheeks burned at the memory. He shot her a stink eye. "It was fine."
"I enjoyed it," Blue added simply.
Steven's head snapped toward her in disbelief, and, predictably, Amethyst burst out laughing.
"HAHA, priceless!" Amethyst cackled, nearly doubling over.
Blue giggled too, clearly amused by Steven's modesty. "You're so silly," she teased, her voice light and carefree.
Watching them interact, Garnet's gaze shifted subtly behind her visor. Blue Diamond would never laugh like this. She would never sit casually with others, let alone with someone who bore Rose Quartz's gem. Blue Diamond was a shatterer, a tyrant, a towering force of control—certainly not a childlike being like this.
But this girl… she looked just like her.
Garnet's fists trembled at her sides, conflicted. Pearl had confirmed that this girl bled. Human blood. That was enough proof, wasn't it?
"Let's go," Garnet said sharply, striding toward the warp pad.
The tension snapped back into the room as Amethyst quickly straightened and followed her, Pearl trailing after with a quiet, "We'll be back by dinner."
The warp pad activated, leaving Steven and Blue alone once again.
Steven turned back toward Blue with an encouraging smile. "I'm sure Garnet will come around."
Blue hummed softly, her eyes fixed on the rain. "Perhaps," she said, though her tone carried no conviction.
Garnet had held onto this grudge for more than a thousand years. Blue doubted she would let it go so easily. She wouldn't force it, though. That would only make things worse. Sometimes, it was best to leave things as they were.
Without another word, she resumed her quiet rain-gazing, stroking Lion's mane as the storm continued outside.
Between Moments: More Than Meets the Eye
Connie POV:
Connie's face lit up. "Awesome, just wanted to know. But actually, do you wanna go to the library? Just me and you?"
Blue blinked at the unexpected invitation. Convenient timing—she had just been thinking about spending more time with this human. "Okay," Blue agreed, stepping out the door with Connie gleefully following behind.
Connie couldn't wait to share her current favorite book with Blue—the same one Steven was already hooked on. She hoped Blue would enjoy it just as much.
When they arrived at the library, Blue took in the space curiously. It wasn't what she had expected, though she couldn't quite say what she had expected. Warm and quiet, the library was a pleasant surprise. Connie led the way toward one of the shelves marked Fantasy.
Blue browsed the titles, intrigued by the colorful depictions of dragons, witches, and other fantastical creatures. She picked up a book from the shelf—one about outer space.
Connie frowned, surprised. The book clearly didn't belong in this section. Some people really couldn't be bothered to put books back in their proper place. With a small sigh, she set aside her own book about a vampire and a witch to focus on teaching Blue about space instead.
"It's probably a good thing," Connie thought. Since Steven was half-alien, it couldn't hurt for Blue to learn a bit about space. Maybe it would even help her understand him better.
But as Connie began explaining, she noticed something unexpected. Blue wasn't just familiar with the topic—she was correcting details with startling accuracy.
Connie blinked, trying to process. "Wait, you already know about space?"
Blue nodded casually, flipping through the pages. "Of course. I've been there." She laughed, pointing out an inaccurate depiction of a star cluster. "This is all wrong."
Connie stared, her thoughts spinning. Blue didn't seem to know much about everyday life on Earth—she barely understood phones, movies, or even books. But she spoke about space like she had firsthand experience.
It was… unsettling.
Connie thought back to everything she knew about Blue. She hadn't seemed overly surprised by the existence of Gems, but she had been shocked about fusion. That was odd. When Connie first learned about Gems, she'd been completely awestruck. Eventually, it became her new normal, but for Blue, it was like she already understood part of it and found the rest strange.
Connie glanced at Blue, who was now flipping through an astrology book, laughing at its inaccuracies.
And then, a thought struck her like lightning.
Is Blue a Gem? Or… could she be a hybrid, like Steven?
The idea felt absurd. Steven was unique—he had to be. But the more Connie thought about it, the more the pieces began to fall into place.
She shook her head, trying to dismiss the thought. "No, that's impossible… right?"
But the question lingered, heavy and unanswered, as Blue continued to flip through the book with a small, knowing smile.
Still, there was just something… off about Blue.
They spent hours reading books, with Blue quickly moving through each one. Her speed was remarkable, and soon she came across a book about flowers. As she flipped through the pages, she remembered her first time on Earth and seeing a sunflower. That memory sparked an idea—she wanted to grow more flowers. Perhaps she could plant some in the zoo.
The book also revealed the symbolic meanings behind different flowers. How fascinating. Blue's mind began racing with ideas—what if she gave Steven a bouquet? Not roses, though; she doubted he'd appreciate the reminder of his mother. A daisy, perhaps? It symbolized innocence and loyal love. But then she found the red tulip: love, passion, and the perfect lover.
Yes, she thought. This will be perfect to prove I am a suitable mate for Steven.
She turned to Connie, who had been lost in her own book. "Where are these flowers grown?"
Connie blinked, startled from her thoughts. "Oh, um, you can get them at a flower shop. They sell bouquets and seeds." She grinned. "Wait—do you want to grow flowers?"
Blue nodded. She already knew how to grow things, of course. As someone who had conquered planets and cultivated Gems, planting and nurturing life came naturally to her. She explained her plan to give Steven a bouquet, and Connie gasped with excitement, immediately on board.
They worked together to jot down exactly what Blue wanted. Although Connie couldn't read the strange symbols Blue wrote—some sort of code—Blue assured her it was a list of flowers in the language of her people.
The pair visited a flower shop, though Connie remembered some of the flowers Blue wanted grew naturally around Beach City. They gathered the wild ones for free before purchasing the rest, along with pots, using Connie's allowance. Blue tried to pay with foreign currency—Korean won, she called it—but, of course, it wasn't accepted in America.
Blue considered painting the pots but decided to save that for later. First, she needed to plant the seeds. When it grew late, Connie had to head home but wished Blue luck.
Back on her ship, Blue planted the flowers and used her powers to accelerate their growth. After carefully arranging them into a bouquet, she tied it all together with a purple bow, following a tutorial Connie had shown her earlier. Pleased with her handiwork, she decided she couldn't wait any longer to deliver the gift.
Using the warp pad, Blue arrived at Steven's home. "Steven, are you home?" she called, looking around.
From somewhere inside, she heard running water stop. "Blue?" his voice echoed.
"Yes," she answered, following the sound.
"I'm in the bathroom," he called back. "I'll be out soon."
Blue, too excited to wait, followed the noise and pushed open the bathroom door. "Steven!" she beamed, proudly holding up her bouquet.
Steven screamed in shock, scrambling to cover himself. "B-Blue! What are you doing?!"
Unfazed, Blue continued smiling, stepping closer. "I made this for you," she said shyly, presenting the bouquet with pride.
Steven's face turned scarlet. "O-oh, uh, th-thank you," he stammered, genuinely touched but utterly mortified to be standing naked in front of her.
"Sweetie," he managed, his voice cracking. "Could you… uh, please step out? I-I need to get dressed, and then I can properly thank you after."
Blue tilted her head but complied, leaving the bathroom with a satisfied smile.
Steven sighed, trying to compose himself as he glanced at the beautiful bouquet she'd left. Despite the awkward moment, he couldn't help but feel grateful—and maybe a little flustered.
This girl, he thought, shaking his head with a small smile. I have to find the perfect way to thank her… maybe even give her our first kiss.
Blue blinked, then glanced to the side where Steven's clothes were neatly folded on top of the toilet seat. "Do… you not dress in the presence of others?" she asked, raising a curious brow.
"Y-yes!" Steven squeaked, his face still bright red.
"How strange," she remarked, before turning and leaving the washroom, carefully closing the door behind her.
Settling herself on the couch, Blue pondered the peculiarities of human modesty. Back on Homeworld, nudity wasn't a concern. She had often been without clothing in front of her Gems or even the Zoomans during shared bathing sessions—it was simply normal. Why were humans on Earth so… modest? It didn't make sense.
Her train of thought was interrupted when Steven finally emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed, his face still slightly pink. He hesitated before sitting down next to her. "I take it they don't worry about being naked where you're from?" he asked tentatively.
"It doesn't make sense," she said with a small frown, her confusion evident.
Steven bit his lip to keep from laughing at how adorable her perplexed expression was. "It's just the way things are here," he explained with a shrug.
Blue tilted her head, looking even more bewildered. "Humans are strange creatures," she muttered.
Steven sighed, deciding to set a clear boundary. "Just, uh… please don't go walking around naked or anything, okay?"
Blue blinked at him, slightly offended at the suggestion. "Obviously not. It's cold," she replied plainly. "Why would anyone walk around without protection against the cold?"
Despite her logic, she still nodded. "Very well."
Steven chuckled softly, relieved. "Thanks."
He turned his attention to the bouquet she'd made, finally taking it from her hands. "These are really pretty," he praised, bringing them closer to admire the arrangement. Among the vibrant blues and soft pinks in the center was a single purple flower. Something about that choice made his heart flutter.
Touched, he reached out and gently took her hand in his. "Really, thank you, Blue. I love them." His voice was soft and sincere, his gaze steady as he spoke.
Blue's lips curled into a satisfied smile. Seeing him so pleased made her heart swell. She'd succeeded—he loved her gift, and that was all that mattered.
Deleted Scene: The Stars
Connie was grateful she didn't see Scott again after Blue's… discipline. That's the only way to describe what just happened. It was shocking for sure, but it was kind of awesome to see someone who looked so demure actually be calmly ruthless when needed. Connie took out her phone—it was close to 9 p.m. Yikes, time flies when you're having fun. Her grey eyes glanced toward the girl next to her on the bench. Blue was staring gleefully at the stuffed animal, like it was the most fascinating thing she'd ever seen.
"We better start heading home. The mall's about to close," Connie said, putting her phone back in her pocket before standing up. Blue quietly complied, putting the stuffed animal back into the bag that was provided, then standing up herself.
"Ready," Blue said.
The girls barely caught the bus as they left the mall—literally, the bus was pulling away when Connie started screaming and yelling for it to stop. The driver didn't look too pleased, but at least he didn't drive away after seeing them, unlike most bus drivers. Connie let out a big sigh of relief the second she slumped into a spare seat. It was surprisingly packed—then again, it was Saturday. She and Blue weren't the only teens hanging out at the mall.
Next to her by the window, Blue rested against her seat, quietly observing Connie as the vehicle started moving. Blue felt just as exhausted but was mostly apprehensive about the items she had purchased at the market. She wondered if those they were for would like them. She hoped they did.
Connie perked up when she heard Blue humming. Blue was staring out the window, particularly at the sky. She was murmuring words beneath her breath. Though Connie was sitting next to her and could hear bits and pieces, she didn't understand them—they were foreign words she'd never heard before. Steven had never mentioned where Blue came from, nor had Blue said anything about it.
"Hey, Blue." Connie's voice broke through the hum, which turned into a hum of acknowledgment as the younger girl turned toward her.
"Where are you from?" Connie asked.
"Far," Blue replied, glancing to the side before looking back at Connie. "Not on any maps you've seen." Blue hoped Connie wouldn't press for more. She wasn't even sure she wanted to tell Steven, let alone Connie.
"What's it like?" Connie asked next.
Blue tilted her head, considering her words before answering. "There are rules we all abide by, but I have a bit more freedom due to circumstances," she said, repeating what she'd told Steven during their date. She then added, "What about you? Where are you from?" Blue, oblivious to Earth's geography, wouldn't understand Connie's answer regardless, but it was better to shift the conversation elsewhere.
It worked. Connie began explaining, starting with her family's heritage and then moving on to where she was born and some technicalities. Blue listened, confused and only half-attentive. Every now and then, she peeked out the window before looking back at Connie, sometimes asking questions out of genuine curiosity—like, "What is a cousin?"
Connie trailed off mid-sentence when she noticed the highway they were on didn't look familiar. Wait—this doesn't look right. She turned to Blue, concerned.
"Hey, uh, do you know where we're going?" she asked, hoping Blue's travel experience, as Steven described, might help.
Blue looked out the window, taking a moment to scan the night sky. "Away from Beach City," she said. Tilting her head, she glanced at the large green road signs approaching. "Beach City… Morison," she read aloud, recalling Steven's recounting of living in Delmarva all his life.
Connie's heart sank, and she shot up from her seat, nearly falling over. "When's the next stop?" she demanded, anxiety written all over her face. Her hands trembled with fear.
Blue reached out, grabbing Connie's jacket to steady her before she could fall from the moving bus. The driver, seemingly unconcerned by the commotion, answered gruffly, "In seven miles."
Connie slumped back down, pulling out her phone to call her mother. Unsurprisingly, it went straight to voicemail. Ugh, she must be working overtime again. She then tried her dad, only to remember he'd dropped his phone in the ocean last night at the pier.
Blue patted Connie's shoulder gently. "It will be okay," she assured her. Anxiety radiated from the older girl, and Blue didn't need her powers to feel it—Connie's tense body language and expression were more than enough.
Connie nodded. "Yeah, you're right."
Despite her words, she didn't feel confident. What if my phone dies before we reach the next stop? she thought. Then she checked her battery—27%. Okay, seven miles by bus is what, 15 minutes? Maybe 20 at most? Traffic didn't look bad, so they might even get there faster. She resolved not to use her phone until they arrived. No point wasting battery life.
But her thoughts spiraled again. What if we get mugged when we reach the stop? Then I'll have no one to call. She tried to calm herself. If there's a restaurant or store nearby, I could ask to use their phone… Her stomach sank. She hadn't memorized anyone's phone number besides the house line, and neither of her parents would be home. Shit, shit, shit, this is bad.
Blue rested her head on Connie's shoulder, pulling her out of her internal chaos. "You need not be afraid. I will guide us back if you are unable to contact your… parents."
Blue searched her memories for a time when she had felt afraid, before she had developed her happy clouds. Her pearl would often comfort her then—either sitting close or holding her until the fear subsided. Sometimes there was a song, though the lyrics weren't in English.
Unable to remember the words, Blue started humming again. The soothing melody filled the air between them, and she continued all the way to their next destination.
It felt like forever, but the humming was comforting. Still, Connie was glad when they finally reached the next stop. That happiness was short-lived, however, as she looked around and realized they were in the middle of freaking NOWHERE! There were no lights from a nearby town in sight, only the faint smell of the ocean. That wasn't helpful at all—on either side was just the road and a concrete sidewalk, with emptiness stretching behind and ahead of them.
Connie sighed. Okay, time to call Mom again. She pulled out her phone but—oops—the night decided to turn into a cliché horror movie. The phone slipped from her hands, bounced on the ground, and then, because the universe apparently had a cruel sense of humor, slid right into the storm drain.
"SHIT!" she yelled, dropping to her knees and reaching into the drain. Come on, come on! she thought frantically. But no matter how hard she tried, her arm wasn't long enough. "Damn it! Why now of all times?!"
She spent a solid five minutes trying to reach the phone before finally groaning in defeat. "Just my night," she grumbled, standing back up and crossing her arms as she tried to think of something.
The road was deserted—no cars in sight. Even if one did show up, was it worth the risk of hitchhiking? Safety in numbers, she thought for a moment, before immediately shaking her head. What if the driver has a gun? Her face turned pale. I should NOT have watched that true crime documentary last night.
"Do you not have any alternative plans?" Blue asked, her gaze fixed on the sky.
Connie let out a tired, frustrated sigh, her face falling into her hands. "No."
Blue nodded as if she'd expected the answer. She glanced toward the storm drain. Definitely broken, she thought. From her experiments, Earth electronics were most definitely not waterproof. The loud splash she'd heard confirmed it.
"Let's go, then," Blue said, starting to walk in the direction the bus had come from.
"W-wait!" Connie stumbled forward to catch up, falling into step beside her. "We're, like, two hours away from Beach City. Do you even know where you're going?"
"I do," Blue answered calmly, her voice steady.
Connie looked up, noticing Blue's gaze was fixed on the sky. She followed it but couldn't see what Blue was seeing. Sure, there was Ursa Major, but so what? "You really use the stars to travel?"
Blue smiled softly, looking ahead. "I do."
Connie glanced back up, spotting the North Star. How does she know where to go using just the stars? Connie could read a few constellations and recognize the North Star, but that was it. "Who taught you how to read the stars?" she asked as they walked across a bridge.
"My guardians," Blue replied. It was one of the first skills she'd been taught, even before she could talk—or so her Pearl had once told her. Blue remembered countless times when she'd gotten lost on planets, wandering far from her base, only to use the stars to guide her way back.
Now on the other side of the bridge, Blue veered off the path, heading into the forest. Connie stopped, glancing down the road and then back toward the dark trees where Blue was disappearing.
"The bus came from down there," she said, pointing along the road.
Blue paused, turning around. "We follow the stars, not the road," she instructed. Back on the bases during colonization, there were no 'roads'—only land.
Skeptical but with no other choice, Connie followed. This is definitely a horror movie now, she thought, her unease growing. She had nothing to defend herself with—against a coyote, another wild animal, or, worse, a gem beast. She shuddered at the thought of facing one without her sword. This was supposed to be a mall adventure, not a survival movie.
Blue moved with calm confidence, her steps deliberate. Connie could only trust that she knew where she was going. The forest was thick and cold. Connie stayed vigilant, constantly glancing over her shoulder, her ears straining to pick up anything beyond the chirping crickets and the crunch of their footsteps.
Blue, on the other hand, didn't appear to share her paranoia. She walked steadily, occasionally glancing up at the stars before making a turn. Connie didn't realize that Blue was vigilant—just in a quieter, more focused way. The hybrid kept a sharp watch for potential dangers but didn't let it show. Being visibly tense would only add to Connie's distress, and that would serve no purpose. Besides, Blue felt no immediate danger.
Connie lost track of time. It felt like they'd been walking for hours. Occasionally, Blue would make another abrupt turn after checking the sky. Connie was mostly convinced they were lost, but as if reading her mind, Blue would reassure her that everything was fine. She would even glance back now and then to make sure Connie was following.
At least there was one bright moment—they came across a fawn and its mother grazing quietly. They were so close they could almost touch them, but out of caution, they didn't try. Connie wished, not for the first time, that she still had her phone to take a picture.
They continued until Blue suddenly stopped. Connie turned and saw the reason—a fast-moving river. She frowned. "It looks deep." The rushing water sparkled faintly in the moonlight, and the cold air made her hesitate. "You're not expecting us to cross that, are you?"
Blue bent down and touched the water, pulling up her sleeve. Connie's jaw dropped as Blue then lifted her dress slightly, removed her shoes, and stepped into the river without hesitation.
"It will be fine," Blue assured her, holding her shoes in one hand as she walked across.
Connie stood frozen, watching in disbelief. The water was icy, but it only reached Blue's ankles. Seeing no bridges nearby and realizing she had no other choice, Connie reluctantly removed her shoes and followed.
The cold water stung as she stepped in, but to her surprise, she didn't feel any pressure from the current. The ground beneath her feet felt oddly smooth—no sharp rocks poking at her soles. She couldn't see anything in the darkness except faint ripples illuminated by the waxing gibbous moon.
"How much longer until we're back?" she asked as she stepped onto the other side, hurriedly putting her shoes back on.
"Not long," Blue replied, straightening her dress. "I believe the bus passed a building nearby, and we're close to it."
Connie's spirits lifted at the thought. Renewed with energy, she followed Blue through more seemingly random turns. Just as she was about to suggest a short break, she spotted distant lights.
"I think we made it!" she exclaimed, breaking into a run.
Her excitement was cut short when she stopped abruptly in front of a gated fence. As she approached, her eyes lit up with recognition. A familiar car sat in the parking lot beyond the fence.
"This is the hospital where my mom works!" she said cheerfully, already starting to climb over the gate.
Blue watched her, a soft smile gracing her lips. Connie's fear, which had been almost suffocating earlier, had finally lifted.
Connie hopped down to the other side, and seconds later, Blue landed beside her. It didn't even look like she jumped—it was more like she floated. But Connie was too excited to dwell on it now. In her relief at being in a familiar place, she grabbed Blue's hand and pulled her forward.
Blue's eyes watered as she lifted her sleeve to cover her nose. The smell in this building was overwhelming—sharp and sterile, lacking the faint citrus undertone she'd noticed in Steven's washroom. That had been tolerable; this was not.
"MOM!" Connie shouted, running ahead.
Blue stood still, watching as the older girl embraced a woman who, at a glance, shared Connie's features. The woman had Connie's nose and eyes, as well as a commanding yet soft presence that reminded Blue of Yellow Diamond. Her tone of voice and posture carried an air of authority mingled with warmth.
Connie launched into a breathless explanation, recounting their accidental detour, the bus ride, and how Blue had helped her find her way back. Once she'd finished, she gestured toward her companion.
"This is my new friend I told you about—Bluebell," Connie said proudly.
"Nice to meet you," Connie's mother replied, her tone polite but rushed. A nurse emerged from the hall, urgently calling her name.
"I'll take you two home after my shift ends," she promised before hurrying off with the nurse.
Connie sighed as she turned back to Blue. "Sorry, my mom's usually pretty busy being a doctor and all." She half-joked, leading Blue toward a nearby seat.
Connie dropped into the chair with a sigh, exhaustion from their long walk finally catching up to her. Blue, however, didn't seem tired in the slightest. Instead, she set her bags down and pulled out her stuffed animal, idly playing with its floppy ears.
"What's a doctor?" Blue asked suddenly, tilting her head.
Connie blinked in disbelief. "What do you mean, 'what's a doctor?'" She paused, then added, "A doctor is someone who helps and heals people…and prescribes medicine."
Blue gave a thoughtful hum, still focused on her stuffed toy. "You don't have doctors where you're from?"
She stopped fiddling with the toy and looked at Connie with innocent curiosity. "No," she replied simply. Blue had never needed healing—her body repaired itself automatically. The zoomens on her ship never got sick either, so the concept of someone needing healing was foreign to her. Perhaps this was something unique to Earth. She made a mental note to either look into it when she returned to her ship or ask Steven about it later.
Connie gaped at her in disbelief. "You've never heard of a doctor? You don't even know what they are?"
Her mind reeled. Blue's ignorance wasn't limited to doctors. She barely understood what buses were, was unfamiliar with Earth's currency, and only managed to get money at the mall by sheer luck. Blue was undeniably…strange.
Could she be an alien? Connie wondered. That would explain a lot. How else could Blue navigate using the stars as a map?
Another thought struck her: Could Blue be a gem hybrid like Steven?
Connie hadn't seen Blue display any gem powers, nor had she noticed any visible gem. But what else could explain all of this?
Blue continued to coo softly over her stuffed animal, seemingly oblivious to Connie's mounting questions. The older girl stared at her companion, curiosity and confusion mixing in her gaze.
What is Bluebell?