Steven Universe Oneshots

Cancer

Connie always thought that Steven's weight loss was because of the stress of running the war. She thought Steven being tired was because he was always training, making sure that Connie was ready for the battles ahead, that she wouldn't die. She always thought that Steven's back pain was because the one times when the was hit in the back with the broken piece of his bubble when it popped.

It wasn't. Connie didn't think it was ever going to happen. She thought that the thing that was most likely to kill Steven or herself was the war, not some stupid, stupid disease.

They were in the middle of a war, yet Steven was dying from cancer. How stupid. How idiotic.

She wanted to slam her fists into the wall, to scream and scream and scream. It was so unlikely, Steven and Connie were out there, on the battlefield, every other day, surrounded by enemies and people and gems that wanted them dead, and threw their weapons at them and rocks and whatever they had.

But what were the chances of cancer? Barely anything.

Steven was dying. He refused to go through chemo. He didn't want to go through that. He thought that life had an ending, and there was no point in delaying. Accept the ending, whether it's happy or not.

It wasn't a happy ending. Connie was sobbing. This was worse than any battle, any enemy that she had ever fought, ever killed.

And this enemy was Steve. The cancer was a part of Steven. She couldn't fight this enemy for him. She couldn't protect Steven from this threat. Not even Steven could protect himself from this enemy. The enemy was himself.

Pearl went into a depression, not talking, just dancing and dancing and singing to herself. Old songs that she used to sing while training Connie and songs that were in long dead languages.

Garnet didn't talk anymore. She usually didn't talk, but now....

She never talked.

Amethyst had the biggest damage done to her. Her usual energetic personality was doused, her carefree and thrill seeking days seemed to be over now. She never ate anymore, never talked, she didn't want to see Steven. She didn't want to see anyone anymore.

Connie always wanted to see Steven. She sat next to him, held his hand, and cried. Steven hated it when she cried. She cried and cried and cried until she felt lightheaded and tired.

Connie was starting to lose her mind.

She wished that, if she cried and wished hard enough, that she would cry healing tears, like Rose did. They took him to Rose's fountain once. It didn't work.

Now, Steven was barely the person that she remembered, not the fun loving boy that would do anything for the people he loved. Now, he talked in a slow voice, talking to Connie like he wasn't dying every second that he was alive. He wanted it all to be back to normal.

But nothing was back to normal.

Then, one day it was confirmed that nothing would ever be the same again.

"Connie, you can't see Steven anymore."

"Why?"

"Because you're fighting a war, and we're worried about you. W-....We can't lose our only daughter."

Connie stayed at home now, waiting for the weekends when her parents allowed her to visit. It was Saturday morning, and she ran to the cliff where she knew Steven would be, sickly and dying.

But what she didn't expect was that Steven was no longer sickly. He was dead.