Opal, Ruby, Sapphire AU | Steven Universe

Together Breakfast

Half an hour to make breakfast. The longest breakfast Steven had ever made.

        He glanced around, finding the house empty, and sighed, throwing himself on the counter. "That thing's too good for me to eat alone!" he whined to no one in particular. "It's a. . . Together Breakfast!"

        It was at that moment the warp pad chimed and he rocketed up, losing his balance and tumbling off the counter.

        When he stood, he found Opal standing on the pad.

        "Ah, Opal, perfect! Check it out!" he lifted the plate for her to see. "It's not exactly healthy, but it's in a stack. . . so I guess you could say it's a. . . balanced breakfast?"

        Opal's lips quirked and he grinned back at her.

        "I made us all breakfast! I thought we could eat together, like, like best buds!"

        "Hmm. . ." she hummed thoughtfully, eyeing the plate. Something unreadable flashed across her face. ". . . I can take it back to my room, if you like."

        "Wha. . .? No! It's for everyone! Ruby and Sapphire too!"

        She breathed a little sigh and crouched, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Then it'll have to wait. You haven't seen Ruby, have you?"

        "Uh, no. You've all been out this entire morning! That's why I made breakfast!"

        The Gem nodded and stood. "Well, when she gets back, please send her after me. She will know what I'm talking about."

        She turned and stepped up to the door, gems on her forehead and chest aglow, before the doors slid apart and she stepped inside. Steven gave a cry and ran to her, smacking into the door helplessly as it sealed. He stepped back and lifted his shirt to gaze down at the gem against his navel.

        "Door," he demanded. When nothing happened, he smooshed his bejewelled tummy against the panel. "Open door!"

        Nothing.

        He stepped away, tapping the gem uselessly. "Awh, it never works when I need it!"

        At that moment, the door to the shack slammed open to reveal a stout red figure. The person scanned the room, eyes landing on Steven's heavenly breakfast, and they darted forward, leaping over furniture commando-style and launching up onto the counter, summoning a gauntlet and raising it high.

        "Noooo!" Steven yelled, and shot forward to defend the meal, scrambling up onto the bench and throwing himself between the plate and the figure in the fastest sequence of actions he had ever executed in his life. The gauntlet arced down—

        And stopped a hair from his face. "Steven?" the figure asked, surprised. "What are you doing?"

        He huffed in exasperation. "What are you doing?"

        Ruby stared at him for a moment, before lowering her hand and dissipating the weapon. She shrugged. "I dunno."

        Relaxing, he noticed something in her other hand. "Hey, what's that?"

        "Oh, this li'l thing?" She held it up and unrolled it—it appeared to be a scroll of some kind. He gazed at the thing, adorned with fluoroescent, swirling patterns. He thought he could hear whispers as his eyes traced the bright lines. "It's like, a vessel for ancient evil or whatever. Opal could tell you. I gotta burn it!"

        "Cool!" He grabbed his phone and held it up, snapping a photo of the artefact. No sooner had he opened the gallery to gaze at the newest picture that Ruby snatched the phone from his hands.