Faded Blue - Ch10: Captive


Once, a Gem ran away from Homeworld, adopted Earth as her home, fell in love with a human rockstar, and had a child.

That Gem was Blue Diamond.

Now twelve years old, Steven is coming into his power… but the more he learns about it and his mother’s legacy, the less he may actually want it.


Co-authored with @elexuscal

Master Post with AO3 links can be found here.


Steven’s hands slammed against the side of the bubble, hitting them with all his might, and blue electricity fizzled around them, but neither did anything, they both bounced harmlessly off. Once or twice he thought he was getting somewhere— his nails were digging in, like he’d be able to rip it open— but then there’d be a pressure, and he’d lose his grip. 

He stared up at the fusion’s cold, impassive face. The two Gems that made them up weren’t reacting at all.

Steven curled up around himself, struggling against the burn of tears. He couldn’t escape this. And even if he could, what would he do? They’d taken Lapis, they’d taken Pearl—

“I hate you,” Steven muttered, one more time. The fusion gave no indication they’d heard him. At least they were wearing those glasses again, so he didn’t have to see their freakish three eyes anymore.

They were taking him to a warp pad. They’d bring him to the Crystal Gem base and then they’d— they’d— they’d kill him— just like they did to Pink— 

The warp stream looked red through the filter of the bubble, and all too quickly it disappeared. It was replaced with a cave of stone and crystal, and standing in the middle of it was Rose Quartz. He’d recognise her anywhere. Her sharp, burning eyes, this twist of her scowl, the glint of her sword—

She didn’t have her sword, not now. She was— she was just standing there, smiling and chatting, chatting with—


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