Steven sits in the doctor's office, humming a tune to pass the time as Connie asks, "So today you feel..."

"Same as yesterday," Steven explains, "Happy. Blissful. Energetic. Really hungry."

Steven takes out a granola bar and wolfs it down, "I can't stop eating."

Connie nods, "Yeah that's not normal."

"Yeah especially given how on some days I eat like," Steven explains, "One meal."

"Yeah I'm really worried about that," Connie explains, "My mom was supposed to be here by now..."

Ms. Maheswaran sighs in the mourge as she examines a body, "No heartbeat... so why does it twitch? I don't get it..."

Steven cracks open drinks some of a soda before offering it to Connie who accepts. She sips it and hands it back, "Yeah my mom should be able to diagnosis you at the very least and... ow. Ow! Ow!"

"What's wrong?" Steven asks.

"My glasses are making my head hurt," Connie explains, "What is..."

Connie removes her glasses and explains, "Steven do you have healing powers?"

"Healing spit why?" Steven asks.

"Yeah my eyes are healed," Connie explains, "But also, ew. Backwash."

"Why are you so calm about not needing glasses anymore?" Steven asks.

Connie replies, "At this point I'm just used to this stuff I guess."

Ms. Maheswaran enters, pulling up a chair to speak to Steven, "So what seems to be the trouble anyways?"

"Well it's..." Steven sighs, "How do I explain this? Some days I'll wake up in an energetic bliss. Be all over the place. Super happy and positive. Eat twice as much as normal. Other days I don't want to wake up at all. I hardly eat. I'll feel empty and depressed. Sometimes it can change in the middle of the day if I'm triggered, and on occasion nothing can upset me no matter what and whatever would've upset me just hits when that ends and... that can last days on rare occasions."

"Yeah I've seen this one," Ms. Maheswaran explains, "And do you suffer from any emotional trauma? Mental illness run in your family?"

"Trauma?" Steven asks, "Who knows? Same with my genetics too."

Ms. Maheswaran nods, "Yeah, OK. This is probably bipolar depression."

"But he's not depressed," Connie explains, "He's happy as can be right now!"

"Not depression," Ms. Maheswaran replies, "Bipolar depression, or bipolar disorder if you prefer. It's an often misdiagnosed mental illness similar to depression. Symptoms include mood swings, symptoms of regular depression, manic episodes, rash actions, and the like."

"Manic what?" Steven asks.

Ms. Maheswaran elaborates, "It's often genetic but can be caused partially by trauma, but one major symptom is manic episodes. When these occur people often feel strong, invincible in some cases, they act more rashly. Their... reproductive functions become more active. That's not of concern for you at the moment but that can also fluctuate wildly. They feel more hungry, full of energy, and in some cases cannot become upset by almost, keyword almost, anything. It can last from hours to weeks. It's caused by inconsistent dopamine production in the brain and, or in some cases soley, mental trauma. Although I may have to double check that soley part so don't quote me on that. It's not my field of expertise. My advice to you and anyone else bipolar is when you're manic do three things. 1: Acknowledge it. Realize you are manic first. 2: Acknowledge you are more rash and actively avoid making any improtant choices without actually thinking it over properly. 3: Do not let your mental illness distort your world view. Often nothing has actually changed and it's merely a massive increase in dopamine production. So again, don't act rashly. Aside from that, as long as you don't let it distort your world view and acknowledge it so you don't act rashly in ways you'll regret later, you can mostly just look on the bright side and enjoy it for what it is. Maybe that won't apply to everyone but.. applied to me."

"You're bipolar?" Connie asks.

Ms. Maheswaran nods, "Mildly yes. I got help for it though. Goes to show that it's nothing to be ashamed of. Now not everyone will have all of these symptoms but if treatment for normal depression doesn't work, might be bipolar disorder. Couldn't hurt to check."

Steven nods, "So... what do I do about it?"

Ms. Maheswaran explains, "Therapy and maybe medication, but I don't have the authority to prescribe anti depressants so you'll have to see a psychiatrist. Anyways, I have to go handle some other stuff. Can you kids call Doug and get home?"

Connie nods, "Yes madam."

Ms. Maheswaran smiles, "Good. I'll be home in a couple of hours."

She kisses her daughter's forehead and smiles, "Love you."

Connie hugs her mom back with a wide smile, "Love you too."

Ms. Maheswaran exits. Leaving Steven and Connie to talk.

"So..." Steven sighs, "Bipolar disorder?'

"Yeah," Connie shrugs, "Guess so... so... what now?"

Steven shrugs, "I guess... wait for mom to come home and then probably start therapy at some point. This explains a lot at least though so that's good."

"Yeah," Connie smiles, "I'm glad we at least know the problem now, but knowing what the problem is isn't help in it of itself. So, please start therapy as soon as you can."

Steven shakes his head, "I just... don't feel comfortable doing so until mom gets back. I don't know why it's just... a lot for her to be suddenly gone. I-"

The two hear a scream.

"Mom?" Connie calls out.

"Oh man that doesn't sound good," Steven replies, "We should check on her."

The duo exit, as the lights fluorescent lights above flicker on and off, clearly damaged by something large and strong.

Ms. Maheswaran dashes around the corner and calls out, "Connie! Steven! Run!"

"What?" Connie asks, "Mom what's going-"

Ms. Maheswaran looks behind her as a bestial cry echos down the hall, runs towards the duo, gripping her injured arm.

Steven summons his shield and demands, "Both of you! Get behind me!"

What emerges freezes Steven, a monstrous creature with three, malformed, dwarfish legs, a single, grotesquely oversized arm, a sickly mixture of colors all across its deformed body, but what shocks Steven so is...

"That's a gem..." Steven explains.

"What?" Ms. Maheswaran asks.

Steven recalls the Cluster...

"The Cluster..." Steven elaborates, starting to hyperventilate, "That's... not the only one it... That thing... That's... the corpses of Gems... mashed together..."

"Steven?" Connie asks trying to covert him, but the young man begins to glow pink and pulls away as his fear gives way to rage, "The Diamonds... Yellow Diamond... She... She must be behind this. Peridot worked for Yellow and knew about the Cluster so it stands to reason that all these amalgams are because of Yellow Diamond. Blue Diamond didn't know about the Cluster, so she wasn't involved. Yellow... Diamond..."

Steven lowers his shield and walks forward, the floor panels shatter beneath each step as the energy he emits grows stronger, angering the creature. It cries out and lunges as Steven catches its massive fist and crushes it in his palm. He kicks it into a wall, leaving it open.

Connie draws her sword and rushes in to finish it off, poofing it. The amalgam of shards falls to the ground.

Steven lifts it up as Ms. Maheswaran demands in a mix of confusion, anger, worry, and shock, "What was that!?!"

"Gem stuff," Steven explains, "You two don't worry about it."

"Mom I know this is a lot to take in..." Connie explains, "But look at it this way. My eyes are healed and I've learned how to defend myself."

Ms. Maheswaran sighs, "We do need to talk about this Connie but... for now give me the short version."

"Steven is half of an alien Gem race," Connie explains, "He has magic that healed my eyes so I don't need glasses, that happened like, ten minutes ago. Also he let me borrow this sword that he usually keeps with his immortal pet Lion that belonged to his mom who was evil and... yeah."

Ms. Maheswaran sighs, "I'm just... going to trust your judgement because if I didn't just now we would all be dead. So... is there anything I need to know that would be of concern?"

"Well it's not anything like, illegal," Connie explains, "Well, techinally I guess the Gems would be illegal immigrants but aside from that, nah."

"Fair enough," Ms. Maheswaran nods, "I am concerned about you, Steven."

Steven snaps out being deep thought with a bitter scowl, "What?

"You got some anger issues?" Ms. Maheswaran inquires.

Steven concedes, "Yeah... little bit, but the issue is solved for now so I'm going to go..."

Steven begins to walk away, "It was pleasure to meet you. I'll see you later Connie, um... bye."

Steven exits holding the bubbled Gem as he mutters to himself in pure rage, unbridled wrath in his tone, "You're gonna pay for this... for all these monsters you've hurt by creating them... Yellow Diamond..."