Steven's POV
I can't stop thinking about what happened earlier. Why wouldn't my bubble pop? I look over my shoulder and notice that Connie is asleep. Trying my best not to disturb her, I quietly stand up and tiptoe to the bathroom. Being alone helps me think. I walk in and close the door behind me. When I look into the mirror I notice that my hair is still wet from swimming earlier. I grab a towel off of the floor (I'm not that organized) and use it to try and dry my hair a little. Okay Steven, think. Why wouldn't my powers cooperate? It couldn't be because I didn't know how to use them, obviously. My powers are all controlled by my emotions and feelings. I thought I was getting the hang of controlling my emotions and stuff but I guess not. For some reason, I feel scared. It' s not the end of the world. I tell myself. You'll get the hang of your powers again in no time. But... what if I don't? What will happen? That whole fusion trouble thing with Connie.. was that my fault, too? Without my powers... no one would care about me. I would have nothing. The only reason anyone has anything to do with me at all is because of Mom. And worst of all.. I would lose Connie. She is everything to me. I mean nothing to her. Nothing to the gems. Nothing to anyone. When my I finally disconnect myself from my thoughts, I realize that I've been crying. A lot. My tears form a small puddle that I'm kneeling in. Just thought of losing Connie brings more tears to my eyes. But I know what I need to do now. I need to make sure I never lose control over any of my powers again. If I just train hard enough... maybe I can mean something to her. That's all I've ever wanted. Just to be.. something.
Connie's POV
I wake up on Steven's couch with a sore neck. The episode of "Under the Knife" we were watching is over, and something else I've never seen before is on. "Aw man, I missed the rest of the episode! Hey Steven, do you mind telling me what happened? In chronological order, preferably." I turn around and realize Steven is nowhere to be found. "Steven? Where are you?" When I don't hear a reply I decide to go look for him. Just as I get up I hear the bathroom door open. "Oh there you are! I wasn't sure where you-" I look up and realize he had tear stains down the sides of his face. "Steven!! What's wrong? What happened?!" It kills me to see him in pain. "I know what I need to do." Is his response. "Steven wha-" "Don't worry" he interrupts me. "It'll be ok."
