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Welcome to the Bottom: Miracle

Blue Diamond couldn't help but feel something wasn't quite right. She hadn't seen Yellow or White Diamond around, and that was unusual. Especially when an enormous, week-long party was happening! Spinel had been inspired by that charming young Steven to throw a wonderful bash for an entire week, and it felt good to unwind and relax for a week, especially after decades upon decades of sorrow swelling up in Blue.

Blue Diamond had found out that she could generate pure joy in others through her mighty empathic powers. No longer would she cry and cry and have her sorrow infecting ever gem around her. No, from now she'd bring happiness to others, letting any gem that wanted it come inside her room for a pick-me-up.

Blue scratched her head, glancing around, hearing the faint hustle and bustle of partygoing off in the distance as a topaz in a fancy blue outfit approached and saluted, her hair nice and pointy. "My Diamond!" She said with her crossed-arm salute. "We've got some VERY troubling data coming out from a sector, it's in open revolt! We've lost almost all contact with our scouts there!" She said as Blue looked down, concerned.

"Where's the sector?"

"It's…THAT one, my lady. The one home to those…insectoid aliens. The ones that actually managed to fight us off."

Blue's eyes went wide. "Oh. OH!" Her hands flew to her mouth as the topaz led her down the hall. "I've not thought of that world in ages, I thought they were all long gone…you said our scouts have stopped reporting in? Did they get anything back to us in time?" She wanted to know, her voice filled with concern. "They're not shattered, are they?"

The topaz led her into the room and Blue knelt down to examine the computer screens. Blue reached down to flick through the data, when suddenly big, fat letters popped up on the screen that read one word.

"GOTCHA"

And then, a brief, agonizing moment of pain before-

All…was darkness.

…

…Steven felt a brief tinge of pure, raw terror rise in him. He'd never really seen another alien race before, and this person, whoever or whatever it was, he knew. It had gotten into his head and tossed him around like a leaf in a storm. He was very vulnerable, and more importantly…so were his family, who even now were fast asleep in other rooms.

"Your daneem, if you're concerned about him, is fine."

"…what?" Steven stared at this blind being, clear confusion on his face as the white-eyed alien being sighed.

"Ah, my apologies. The term is "father". "Dad", right?" The being asked. "He's not hurt. Before I walked into your house, I did a little basic sweep of the inhabitant's minds…well, tried to." The white-eyed being sighed. "It was VERY difficult for those gems. I almost couldn't reach them, their little imitation of organic shells was hard to pierce until I looked at it much like my own race. You need to approach things more…cautiously…when your true self isn't what others see. Your dad was very easy, though. His mind's an open book. Not having a good time, either. Tomorrow's the anniversary of the day you were born and his wife died…the day Rose Quartz, or rather, Pink Diamond…left this world."

Indeed, it was difficult at first to get through the house. Darth had bumped into walls a few times, cringing, rubbing his knees under the white robes he wore, but thankfully, Steven had carried the doll around in enough places inside the house that he could get a clear enough mental picture of where everything important was. His father had been sleeping downstairs, having fallen asleep in front of the television, watching old home movies of Rose Quartz and his dreams had been filled with her.

Gently, Darth had kneeled by Greg Universe and taken in his mind as gently as possible, cupping it in his mental hands as if it was a baby bird you had to be careful not to drop. Greg was sitting on a bench with Rose, brown hair flowing down his back, an earring piercing his left ear and wearing a thick jacket as the wind blew through his and his wife's thick, long locks. Her pink hair bounced a bit as she gently rubbed up against him, resting her head on his, a giant specimen of woman in a beautifully frilly, pinkish/white dress, her lovely gem resting at the center as she and he watched the sun setting over the park.

Darth took in the scene quietly, seeing it clearly in Greg's mindscape. One of the benefits to being a telepath was that sight could come easily if you saw through other's eyes, and this scene was clear as day. The two were just drinking in one another's presence, but Darth could feel the sadness welling up in Greg, for he knew that this was the last day they'd had together before…before she decided it was time to change. She would turn into baby Steven, transforming forever, and never coming back. And it'd been an unusual day in December indeed, not an ounce of snow save for a few tiny little flakes that softly fluttered down almost like cherry blossom petals in an otherwise clear sky.

The other gems had also been dreaming of her, but Darth hadn't felt an ounce of guilt over barging his way into THEIR minds. After all, they were gems. Their race…what they'd done to his, he couldn't just ignore, so he hadn't cared that it had hurt them to find a presence in their mindscape. He hadn't hid himself at all before breaking down their mental barriers as easily as tissue paper once he finally WAS inside their minds, but…

Greg was different. He hadn't done anything wrong. He was just a man mourning the woman he loved, torn between his devotion to her, and the joy of new fatherhood.

Gently, Darth patted Greg on the shoulder, and let his gift wash over him. Greg's dream would be peaceful and happy for the night as he gently stripped him of the sadness that threatened to swell up. A brief respite…if only for one night. Let the man have a happy dream, as Greg found himself not just with Rose Quartz, but baby Steven as well, in his arms, as Rose gently tickled the babe's tummy.

"Look, he got your eyes." She insisted sweetly as she then kissed Greg on the cheek. He felt tears of joy swell up in his eyes as he gently rocked the laughing little baby Steven back and forth, Darth smiling and wiping away his own tear before he vanished.

Now, though, he stood before Steven, and his face wasn't quite as kindly as it'd been in Greg's dream.

"My kind would have…words with you for what your Diamonds did."

"Look, I…I'm not my mom." Steven began to say. "Your name's, uh…"

"Darth."

"Darth?" Steven scratched his head. "Look, please, like I said, I'm not her. She turned into me, sure, but…all I have are her memories. SHE's…gone." He trailed off, glancing to the side as a pang of sadness stabbed briefly into his heart.

"Oh, perhaps, yes. That does seem to be the case. And we wouldn't want an innocent paying for what your scummy, disgusting Diamonds did. But you have to understand we want to be sure. After all, we have a different, darker hatred for Pink Diamond." Darth intoned. "For she was there, as my world burned…and simply turned aside. She saw it was wrong…and did nothing. That…for me, and for my beloved friend, was worse. Having somebody hurt you, not knowing it's wrong…it's much worse seeing someone who knows you're in pain, and instead of helping, seeing them turn away, ignoring your suffering. So…to that end…I'd like to ask you to come with me. You and your Crystal Gem friends. Because if you don't…I am going to do so much worse than give them nasty nightmares, Steven Universe. I went EASY on them."

"Wh…what's going on?!" Pearl whispered as she sat in the middle of a red room, a room the color of blood as big, fat, gigantic black beetles with ugly, pulsating compound eyes crawled on over to her, one of them holding up a small tea tray, and setting it down as they began to pour out a thick, black ooze into the cup.

"Hello, Pearl. Welcome to the black bug room. Everyone has a black bug room, and this is yours. Sugar?" It asked, holding up a big sugar cube…perfectly cut in the shape of her head before it dropped it into the ooze, and Pearl watched it dissolving…changing into a "flesh and blood" head that began to scream and SCREAM AND SCREAM-

"AGH! Get them off me, get them off me!" Ruby was shrieking, clawing at the tiny little other black Rubies who were crawling all over her. The square, dark-reddish-haired, slightly muscular and short gem that made up half of Garnet howled as the little Rubies punched and bit and clawed at her skin, all of them speaking in her voice.

"You're a fraud!"

"You're stupid and ignorant!"

"Stop pretending you're not just like us!"

"You're dragging Sapphire down and holding her back!"

"What do you even BRING to the marriage?"

"R-Ruby, Ruby we need to talk about our relationship." Sapphire said, her thick, light blue locks cascading around her in a messy splotch as her singular eye gazed out at Ruby as she laid on her butt nearby. A gigantic spider was forcibly holding her eye open with webbing, stuck on her forehead as several other spiders were pinning her arms to her sides. Another, much LARGER one, had cast silken threads over her head and were moving her head around and making her "speak" like she was a puppet. "Ruby, Ruby, listen, the bugs say we should talk…"

"I'm not I'm not I'm NOT!" Amethyst was sobbing as she curled up in a ball, stuck in a deep, dark hole, surrounded on all sides by other quartz soldiers just like her, their eyes sunken in and hollowed out, as they frowned down at her. Instead of proper eyes, centipedes rose out from the sockets, and click-clack-clicked at her, speaking in an unintelligible cacophony of voices…but the meaning was obvious. "Don't call me weak! I'm fine! I'm fine with what I am! I know they love me! I'm not a mistake! I'm not I'm NOT I'M NOT!"

Steven had raced down the steps and found all of the Crystal Gems were flopped together in a pile, tossing and turning on the floor. He gasped in horror, his eyes wide before he wheeled around. "Please, stop this!" He begged of Darth as Darth sighed and then snapped his clawed digits.

In an instant, each of the Crystal Gems conked out completely and drifted into utterly dreamless, peaceful slumber without an ounce of cohesive thought. Nothing but an almost oppressive quilt of sleep now permeated their minds as Darth shrugged. "Would you now be so kind as to follow me outside?" He asked politely. "I can tell you're thinking about knocking me out. I wouldn't try that, it would take less than a second for me to break their minds, now that my hooks are deep into them."

Steven unclenched the fist he'd had curled up, and took in a deep breath. He didn't want to risk his friends enduring lasting damage. "…I'll come with you." he said, following the blind alien outside of his home, as Darth nodded and then glanced up. Steven did the same, just in time to find himself enveloped in light, and then…

Then he was there, in the middle of an enormous ship, the walls purplish in tone, and surrounded by the same insectoid alien race Darth belonged to. On the walls to the west were VERY tall-looking aliens, in quite fancy armor, the last one being a rather beautiful blue specimen, a woman with elegance and grace in her eyes that Steven stared at, his eyes lingering upon it.

The aliens couldn't help but see he was transfixed and looked at him as Darth spoke up. "I can see through your eyes you've noticed our Tall Wall." He chuckled. "We have portraits of ALL the Tallest we've had. Miyuki was our last official one."

"She's pretty." Steven said, looking impressed. "Especially her eyes…" He added as he then looked back at Darth, and realized with a shock that wait! He had, aside from the color…the same type of eyes. "Wait, are…are you and her…?"

"She was my maneem. She created me. My mother, as it were, just as Rose is yours." Darth said. "I was actually supposed to be born a girl. Didn't quite work out that way. I was also supposed to be born with sight. Didn't work out that way either, but Miyuki loved me all the same." He wistfully sighed, closing his eyes. "Mothers, eh?" He chuckled a bit as a green-eyed alien with a black set of armor who had the red symbol for care across his chest plate raced over to Steven, inspecting him, holding up a little flashlight and looking into his eyes.

"Pupils dilating alright…breath is normal…say "ahhh", please?" He asked Steven.

"Um…aaaahhh?" Steven opened up his mouth as the green-eyed, black-armored medic examined him, holding his chin slightly with a gauntleted hand. Steven couldn't help but notice that strange tubes were attached from the gauntlets he wore to the metallic backpack-like thing he wore, little…THINGS…jostling about inside the tubes.

"Well, you need to brush your teeth more." The medic poked at a spot on his canines. "And how often do you floss?"

"Uh…once a week?"

"Oh, you've GOT to do it more than that, believe me, I know, we Irkens have a high-sugar diet, we know what it's like to not want to floss but it is VERY necessary. Especially for a young human lad like you!" The medic chuckled. "Other than that, you look like you're in fine condition. Good, good! You should do well in the arena!"

"Arena?" Steven asked nervously as the other Irkens all grinned at one another, then at Steven.

"Oh, Jayd, you gave the game away." Darth chuckled. "We're going to deliver fresh, public justice to the Diamonds authority." He remarked. "They'll be broken for everyone to see, their humiliation and defeat…and deaths…broadcasted for the whole galaxy to behold!"

"But our NEW Tallest couldn't ignore his sense of fair play. We're happy to give you a chance to fight for their lives." Jayd added with a nod. "You beat our most skilled fighters, himself included, and we'll be glad to let them go and let you get on with your lives. We'll even let you bring your Crystal Gem friends along with you for help if you'd like."

"You guys managed to…" Steven hesitated but then spoke up. "HOW did you get hold of the Diamonds? Like…they're the Diamonds! They're really, really strong, and they all live in the palace and have guards up the wazoo!" He asked, confused.

"Oh, we just dressed up as guards, had them come into a room, bend over to look at a star chart on a computer and then conked them out over the head." Said a cheerily-grinning, orange-eyed guard who was looking over some overly-large jewelry that very clearly didn't belong to her, given how she was wearing the ring that had been a little trinket of White Diamond's on her neck as a would-be DRESS.

"…you're kidding." Steven was astounded.

But, truth be told, that actually wasn't too far off from what had actually happened. It had taken every single psychic in the Empire to pull the plan off, as they'd snuck into the palace, copying the clothing and the style of the palace guards, and then setting up an immensely elaborate mental glimmer around them to make them look just LIKE one of the guards. One by one they'd imitated officers, sneaking up the ladder to the highest Topazes at the top, before asking the Diamonds if they could, oh pretty please, inspect this very troubling new transmissions on this computer!

Right…over…here.

And specifically, right underneath what, unbeknownst to the Diamonds, was the second part of the plan. Gem destabilizers, hidden as decorations that hung from the ceiling! The minute the Diamonds had knelt down to inspect the screens on the computers, the consulars had activated the gem destabilizers, turning them all on at once, and sure enough, not even the DIAMONDS could stand up to a full barrage of that, especially when caught off guard.

"It took us weeks to make the trap with the destabilizers." The blue-eyed, labcoat-wearing Irken said as he held up a familiar sight to Steven. He swished the handheld gem destabilizer about with a big grin. "Ones large enough to take on your Diamonds were so hard to carry in under the cover of night, but with enough of a mental glimmer set up to disguise ourselves, and better still, that "Spinel" gem distracting everyone with a week-long celebration of the anniversary of the "freedom of Gem Homeworld", we were able to get it done. We understand it was you who suggested an entire week of partying? Thanks for that!" Trik remarked cheerily.

"We had to keep mind-wiping this one Aquamarine who kept popping into the room though…it got really annoying." A pink-eyed, white-robed Irken sighed. "Eventually we figured out a way to distract her when I brought up your name, she got SUPER angry about you for some reason, and I walked alongside her for a good two hours, through the halls of the palace as she complained about how you'd ruined everything. I lost out on getting to enjoy the punch at the party!" He pouted as he put his hands on his hips.

"Which was a shame, because that punch WAS delicious." Darth added with a chuckle. "So were the cupcakes. I had no idea Ms. Spinel was such a fine culinary artist."

"Maybe if I could just…talk to your boss?" Steven asked gently. "Can't we all just…get along?"

The Irkens in the room immediately, angrily, all yelled out, as one…

"NO!"

"Hey now, let's not be too hasty." A voice rang out as Steven turned, and saw a green-clothed, spiky-antannae-having Irken with almost bellbottom-esque pants walking towards him. He cheerily slid down the green "mask" covering he had over the bottom half of his face as he bowed, Steven Universe bowing slightly back. He was taller than the other Irkens, maybe by about a foot, though clearly not as tall as the Irken leaders in their portraits on the western wall. "Steven, right? I'm Senior. I'm the new head of the Irken Empire. Why don't we…talk privately?"

Steven gulped a bit as he was led down a long, dark purple hallway, Senior's hands behind his back as his antennae curled slightly down, over his head. The Irken took in a deep breath before he spoke, and Steven could hear him trying to hold back anger. "Steven…I'm not in a good mood. And I should be. We have the Diamonds right where we want the and could just eject them into deep space and let them float forever in agony. But for all we know, they could fly. And most of my people want them dead. Shattered into chunks to be put on display in the memorial museum on Irk that USED…to be a smeetery. Where our young were created." Senior's gloved hands clenched into fists. "But then we have you. YOU'RE technically an innocent. And when we heard you'd been trying to have the Diamonds undo the damage they'd done to their own kind, well…my people got a bit more…uncertain. I, especially. After all, if you're actively trying to undo the damage you did, that should count for something. And in my book, it does, but…well…the damage your Diamonds did to us, that…THAT can't be undone."

He stopped in front of what was clearly a private bedroom, a big, fat "Do NOT Disturb" sign emblazoned on the front. "We had a chat with your people when we were disguised as Topazes in your palace. The Diamonds were combining their power to bring back gems who'd been corrupted, to return them to normal…correct?"

"Yes, and we've even been able to bring back shattered gems with my help. I, uh…" Steven hesitated. "I can um…I can, like, lick things and heal them through my saliva. And sometimes my tears, too. It was something my mom could do, she would cry on stuff and it'd bring them back to life."

"Even if, say…a gem was shattered?" Senior asked. "Or, perhaps, if an organic life was dead?"

Steven suddenly realized what Senior was getting at. He remembered the visions he'd seen. "Y-Yeah! Look, if you've got someone you want healed, I can do it!" He offered as he smiled at Senior. "Just bring me to them."

"Alright…" Senior opened up the door, and there, lying on a bed, was Tallest Miyuki. She seemed almost…tiny in death. Her form was frail now, one arm hanging limp, her head turned to the side. A distinct, horrible scent filled the air as Senior covered his face in one hand, and took in deep, rasping breaths. "She…she died on the way here. We couldn't do anything for her. But…if YOU can, then…then maybe this can still be set right." He whispered. "Please. Please, help her." He begged as he pulled his hand away, and Steven saw the tears in his eyes, tracing burning lines down his cheeks.

Steven raced over to Miyuki's bed, and gently lifted her up. He took in a deep breath, licking over his lips, and then kissed her forehead. SMMMMMMK. A long, deep kiss, and a soft, tender aura of pink rose over him. Miyuki's body shook and shuddered, and then…something began to happen. Steven beamed in delight, Senior's eyes wide and his mouth agape as her frame began to breathe, her skin turning a distinct pink color, shifting from green to a delightful cotton-candy shade! Steven stepped back, Senior racing over to her as the wounds she'd endured began to dissolve away, her frame getting more full, more healthy as she rose up, clutching her chest.

"What in the…where…where am I?" She looked around, staring about before she saw Senior. "Senior! Senior, is that you? I…I feel so strange." She murmured. She clutched her head as Senior's tears flowed freely down his cheek, and he embraced her whole-heartedly. The door to the room slowly opened, and one by one, the Irkens who'd spoken to Steven before peered in. From Jayd to Darth to Trik, they all gasped in awe, looking on, stunned and delighted.

"You're alright! Oh Thank goodness, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Senior sobbed. "It's alright, Miyuki! You're back! You're back!"

"I…I was…dead. I WAS dead, wasn't I?" Miyuki asked, patting Senior on the back as Steven nervously blushed and stepped down from the bed to give Senior some space with Miyuki, the other Irkens all now warmly smiling at him.

"Yeah, yeah you were. But it's okay! You're fine now. Steven here's a human, Miyuki. He had Pink Diamond's gem in him, and he brought you back. If he can bring YOU back, we can bring them ALL back!" Senior proclaimed joyously, but then Miyuki gently pushed him back, and Senior saw something was wrong. They ALL saw something was wrong, because…Miyuki had a deeply sad smile on her face.

"I can't. I'm…not here for long. I can feel it." She said, as Steven gasped in horror. Her pink shade was fading. She was reverting back to her green skin! "Let me guess." She turned to Steven. "Your healing is excellent for organic life, right? Well, the problem is we Irkens, well…our true selves are in our PAKS." She pointed at the metallic "backpack" on her back, and sighed sadly, giving Steven a sorrowful smile. "It was very sweet of you to try and help but…I don't think it'll be enough."

"Oh no. No no-stop it! Steven, PLEASE! Help her!" Senior screamed, tearing at his face, Steven seeing the new tears of shock and sorrow and horror forming as Steven raced back to Miyuki, licking his lips again and giving her PAK a big, sloppy kiss. But…

Nothing. Not so much as a single twinkle. "M-Maybe if I had the three aura bottles from the cabinet…and if I combined them…" Steven stammered out. "They're medical bottles and they're all in my medicine cabinet at home…"

"Just hold on!" Senior said, clinging tightly to Miyuki's hand, fearing that if he let go even for a moment, she'd be gone as Jayd vanished from sight with Darth, as they raced off to teleport into the Universe house, to get those bottles. Miyuki smiled warmly at him, her eyelids fluttering as she struggled to stay conscious, Steven holding her other hand, and kissing it again and again.

"Please, miss! Please don't die!" Steven begged. "I want to make this right! I HAVE to! I know the Diamonds were horrible to all of you, I want to help! I do!"

"You're very kind, Steven." Miyuki said. "I'll remember that." She added as she took in deep, rasping breaths. "I want all of you to remember that. Don't hurt him, please. He's a good child." She insisted, her breathing becoming harder. It was getting more difficult to stay awake, her eyes closing as she flopped back into the bed, Senior's body shaking as if he was hit by an Earthquake. A minute later, Darth and Jayd popped into the room, holding up three bottles, one blue, one yellow, one white as Jayd poured them into the top of a fourth bottle, then handed it to Steven.

"Hold on, hold on…" Steven got hold of the bottle, and squeezed out tears into it. He shook the bottle around, holding his breath, mixing it up, and then poured it right onto Miyuki's PAK, as the others looked on, their hearts in their throats. Steven took in a deep breath, biting his lip, Senior's mouth slightly open as he clung to his beloved Miyuki's hand…

But…

Nothing.

"It's…not working." Senior whispered as Steven nervously looked from Miyuki's now-still frame to his crestfallen, sunken face.

"It…doesn't always work." He mumbled.

"No. No no no no NO! IT HAS TO WORK!" Senior sobbed, covering his face, his body wracked with new sobs as Steven gently reached out and touched his back.

"I'm…I'm really sorry." Steven offered as Senior took in deep, long, rasping breaths, as if he was fresh from near-drowning, and trying to put air back into his lungs anew as everyone else stayed deathly quiet. Some of the Irkens were quietly weeping, others had faces lined with fury, and others covered their faces, not wanting for anyone to see how they felt. After what seemed to be hours of weeping, Senior took in a final breath, and then turned to look at Senior.

"…you tried to help. I'm…I AM grateful to that." He told him. "You gave us a little more time with her, however borrowed it was." He muttered softly, as he closed his eyes. "…Steven Universe…Pink Diamond…the Irken race thanks you. We're…we're cool."

"…I'm sorry I couldn't do more." Steven offered.

"There's one thing you CAN do." Senior said quietly. "…say you'll let us pound the Diamonds into a fine dust we'll make into mirrors in our memorial museum, which we'll shatter all over again." He added as a dark, furious glint came to his eyes and the other Irkens all nodded, advancing into the room, surrounding Steven.

"…I can't. I'm sorry, but I can't. I get why you're mad. You've got every right to hate them. But I won't let you just kill them. No matter what they did. It's just not right." Steven insisted. "Even if they did horrible things, you can't just murder them."

"…I'll let you return home." Senior intoned. "You can return Mr. Universe to his house, Darth. But if you show up to try and save the Diamonds, we're not going to go easy on you, Steven." He insisted to Steven as he rose up, and then slammed his fist into the wall, panting heavily, gritting his teeth. "If we can't bring back the ones we love…we'll take our pound of flesh out of the Diamonds, cut by cut." He growled.

With that, Darth tapped Steven on the shoulder, and in an instant, all was darkness, as he faded into slumber.

…

… "WAIT, NO!"

Steven awoke, surrounded on all sides by the Crystal Gems, as he glanced about, eyes bulging. "Where are they?" He asked, his voice filled with panic. "Where's the Irkens?!"

"Who're the Irkens?" Amethyst asked as Steven felt something in his pocket, and rummaged through his pajama pants. Sure enough, there was a little note written down, with space coordinates.

"Look familiar?"

Indeed, the coordinates WERE familiar. They were the coordinates to the Gem Homeworld. So…that's where the Diamonds were. Steven took in a deep breath and then looked up at the Gems just as his dad came into the room, scratching his head.

"Oooogh. What's all the yelling? I was having the most wonderful dream." He remarked softly, before seeing his son's face. Clear concern came over Greg's face as he raced to Steven and knelt down, holding Steven's hands. "Steven, buddy, what happened?" He looked Steven up and down, biting his lip. "Something's wrong. It wasn't a nightmare, was it? Is it gem stuff?"

"It isn't "gem stuff"…" Garnet spoke up as she hesitated. "I couldn't find anything with my Future Vision, but I did wake up first, and I saw that ship that was hovering over town. A ship we gems have NEVER made." She insisted. "It's another alien race, isn't it?" She wanted to know.

"Yeah. They've got the Diamonds. And they're gonna kill them." Steven admitted. "They're gonna kill them on Homeworld because of what they and the Gem race did to their planet. I…I tried to get them to stop, I thought, maybe, if I could talk to them…and then, I thought maybe if I healed their leader, brought her back from Death, maybe we could avoid fighting, but…but it didn't work. Something about Irken bodies keeps me from healing them right." He muttered. "We have to go stop them! Or they'll kill the Diamonds!"

The Crystal Gems looked at each other. For a brief moment, they were hesitant. After all, the Diamonds had done awful, terrible things to THEM as well. Blue Diamond had almost had Garnet shattered when she had first fused as Ruby and Sapphire. The Diamonds had abused Pink Diamond, whom Pearl had so dearly loved. And they'd hurt them over and over, something Amethyst hadn't forgotten. But…

But they were family. And they WERE trying to be better. To fix what they'd broken. And Steven had taught them to try and give people a chance. After all, they'd done it for Peridot, and Lapis, and now they were full on Crystal Gems, and those two had tried to destroy the Earth at one point, and the Gems as well.

"…he's right. We should stop them." Amethyst sighed. "They've been jerks but…they've improved a bunch. We should TRY and help…"

"How soon can we leave?" Pearl asked.

"We'll get Peridot and the others and we'll leave first thing in the morning." Garnet offered as Steven found a smile spreading over his face. "And we'll try and contact Bismuth on Homeworld, see if she can maybe get other gems to try and stall or perhaps even break the Diamonds free if its possible." She added.

"We gotta be careful." Steven admitted. "They figured out how to make gem destabilizers." He confessed. "It won't be easy for us. Especially when they know we're coming. But…they're family. So…"

He smacked his fist into his palm, and nodded.

"So we fight."

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