Far from any gleaning eyes, a saucer like ship hovered just above the clouds, something small and crystalline fell from its base, becoming lost in the rain beneath it.

The shard of gem buffered it's descent, gathering raindrops that fell along side it and splashing into the ground, the impact made no scratch on the gem.
The gem took form from the water, she was lithe and thin, with long arms and fingers that stretched far beyond what seemed natural.
She glanced slowly from left to right, taking in the landscape of the area, then noticing the beach house as reported.

"I should get going now." She said blandly to herself before her body turned back into the water and carried her gem down a gutter line.

Steven moseyed down his stairs, and began sifting through the refrigerator for a snack. He wasn't hungry, but he didn't know what else to do with himself. The diamonds had escaped, he had no idea where they went and Pink Pearl had yet to contact him with any information.  He pulled out a carton of milk, then ketchup, and what seemed to be rotten ham.

"Pearl," he groaned, "we're out of food!" He threw the ham in the trash and placed the useless condiments and milk back in the fridge, then slumped down on the couch letting out a depressed sigh.

"Has anyone heard from Pink Pearl yet?" He said, knocking his head back and sinking further into the couch.
No one replied. Steven looked up, searching for a gem in sight. Not one was in the room.

"Ugh, fine." He grumbled, "I'll just wait for someone to get back." He muttered angrily to himself before going back to his room.
Steven sat on his bedroom floor, fiddling with his jacket zipper before letting out another discontent sigh.

Downstairs, Spinel entered the living room, making her way from the infinity room toward the kitchen when the sink began to gurgle, spitting out a small gem that pulled the water with it.
Spinel spun around in shock at the odd behavior of the sink, just as the gem took her form.

"Ant- what are you doing here?!" The pink gem gasped, taking a hesitant step back.

"I came to ask you how our plan was going." The gem lied, bringing her claw like fingers to her face and nonchalantly inspecting them. Spinel shook her head in disbelief.

"What are you talking about? What plan?" She whispered loudly.

Steven glanced up, pulled from his drifting thoughts by her loud attempt at staying quiet. He shifted toward the door, listening intently now.

"You know the one," the gem sighed, unimpressed, "you try to kill Steven but get on his good side, and then betray him at the last second."

Spinel's eyes widened as she heard the white gem utter such lies.

"I'm not- that's not, you don't-" Spinel cut herself off at the sound of Steven's door creaking open upstairs, she quickly roped her hands around the watery gem and stuffed her back down the drain before the boy could see.

"What are you talking to?" He asked, causing Spinel to laughed nervously at the question.

"Myself?" She lied, "6000 years alone can really change how you interact with yourself." She followed up, providing a disingenuous laugh to try and lighten the mood of her statement.

Steven paused, mulling over her words, though she seemed suspicious for sure, and the voice he heard definitely didn't sound like hers. Though, he had also seen her talking to herself on a number of occasions. He gently smiled at the gem.

"Well, you can also talk to me, I'm a pretty good listener."

Spinel nodded, not dropping her unconvincing smile.

Antarcticite remolded herself just outside the house, opening a small compact communicator that showed Aquamarine's face.

"Well?" The holoscreen spat, the white gem gently drifted her eyes away, as if bored of the mission already.

"This wasn't as hard as I expected it to be." She sighed.

"But did he hear you?" Aquamarine pushed, the gem looked directly into the screen, causing Aquamarine to shudder at her piercing gaze.

"He will fall for it."