The Price of Incompatibility

Written by EvantheNerd83

Author's Note: I do not own Steven Universe. Rebecca Sugar created it and Cartoon Network owns it.

We were together that night, dancing to music on the beach. We can't remember what kind of music it was. What we do know for certain is that we were having fun because her laughter echoes in our head. It's the only sound, other than the screams, that we can discern.

I must have tripped. She must have caught me. And we must have ended up close. Any other memories from before are blurred and consumed by the trauma that we endured.

All we can focus on are the sensations that followed.

Bright light, shimmering pink and leaking from my gem, enveloped us. Screams, both hers and my own, as our flesh was frozen by the glow. The feeling of pain immeasurable and indescribable in any human language.

Alien concepts changed our bodies. We became nothing more than intangible particles of light, active thoughts and bones and nerves and organs still Feeling and beating and working. All senses had remained. Our minds screamed and thoughts rushed through empty space. We saw nothing but pink.

We mingled with each other. Our particles touched and violated the other's barriers, entering and becoming. Fusion. Our screaming folded into one voice. Our thoughts collided in panic. Our bodies reformed into one shape.

As soon as our fusion concluded, our new form laid on the coarse grains of sand that stretched across the beach. The abomination. I dare not speak of it. It was a mismatch of alien and human physiology. Our new nerves and skin and organs didn't work and we were numb and we could only scream in our head. We could only see the stars winking down at us from above.

Until a few hours later, when someone came looking for me. We both heard the footsteps in the distance and then, a gasp from a familiar voice, and the footsteps becoming faster, and finally, Pearl's horrified face loomed over us.

Alien biology and human biology are not compatible.