The soft sound of waves crashing against the shore provided a serene backdrop as Diana sat cross-legged on her yoga mat outside the Beach House. The moon cast a silvery glow over the sand, and the gentle breeze carried the faint scent of saltwater.

Her breathing was steady and purposeful as she focused on the rhythm of her body, mind, and soul. Diana's hands rested lightly on her knees, her palms facing upward in a receptive pose. She had been working tirelessly to hone her vision-seeing abilities, a gift she inherited as the host of Pink Diamond but one she hadn't yet mastered.

"Breathe in... and out," Diana whispered to herself, letting her words flow in time with the rise and fall of her chest.

As her mind settled, her surroundings seemed to blur, and the edges of her consciousness expanded. The peaceful night faded, replaced by the chaos of a vivid vision.

Beach City lay in ruins. Buildings were toppled, the boardwalk shattered, and plumes of smoke curled into the sky. Among the destruction, Diana saw Garnet, Pearl, and Amethyst locked in combat against the two unfamiliar Gems.

One was tall and imposing, with a commanding presence and fiery orange skin—Jasper. Beside her stood a smaller, green-skinned Gem with calculating eyes and mechanical limbs—Peridot.

Diana's pulse quickened as she watched the intense battle unfold, the sounds of clashing weapons and shouts echoing in her mind.

Then, a shift.

Jasper turned her gaze upward, directly at Diana, as though aware of her presence in the vision. The two locked eyes, and for a brief moment, everything else faded. Jasper stood on the deck of a looming Gem ship, her expression fierce yet strangely curious. Peridot stood beside her, her expression unreadable but her stance tense.

Diana felt a strange pull, a connection she couldn't quite place. She stared back at Jasper, searching her heart for an answer: Why does she feel so connected to this Gem?

Diana inhaled deeply, steadying herself within the vision. She focused her energy, trying to reach out through the ethereal plane. If Jasper could sense her presence, she could send her thoughts across the divide.

Why are you here? Diana's inner voice resonated through the vision. What do you want from Earth?

Jasper's intense gaze never wavered, but there was no verbal response. Instead, Diana felt a wave of emotions: anger, pride, and, more profoundly, pain.

The vision began to distort, and cracks formed in the landscape, as though the scene were a fragile mirror shattering.

Diana's eyes shot open as she gasped, her heart racing. The cool night air felt sharp against her skin after the heat and tension of the vision. She placed a hand on her chest, grounding herself in the present.

"What was that connection?" she whispered to herself.

She glanced out at the ocean, the moonlight reflecting off the waves. The calm night seemed starkly contrasted with the chaos she'd just witnessed.

Who are you really? Diana said while thinking about Jasper from her vision.

Determined to find answers, she resolved to meditate tomorrow, hoping to strengthen her abilities and uncover more about the mysterious connection between herself and the Gem warrior.

Far away from Earth in space, Jasper paced back and forth in her dimly lit quarters, her heavy steps reverberating through the metallic room. Her mind was a storm of questions she couldn't answer, a chaos she wasn't accustomed to. She was a soldier, a warrior bred for purpose, yet lately, she felt anything but focused.

And it was because of her.

The image of the human-like young woman with wavy light pink hair and deep red eyes wouldn't leave her mind. Diana appeared every time she closed her eyes, standing there like a ghost—haunting yet captivating. The resemblance to Pink Diamond was undeniable, down to the placement of her Gem.

Jasper clenched her fists, growling softly to herself. She hadn't told Peridot, or anyone for that matter. How could she? It was irrational, and Jasper loathed irrationality. She wasn't one to be distracted, especially not by fleeting visions that made her heart ache in ways she didn't understand.

Meanwhile, Peridot fiddled with her tech in the control room, occasionally glancing toward Jasper's quarters. The Gem warrior had been restless for days, and her usual intimidating presence seemed... distracted.

Peridot muttered to herself, "Jasper's been acting weird. Not my problem, though. She'll smash me into a wall if I ask."

Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was gnawing at Jasper.

Unable to contain the turmoil, Jasper finally lay on her rigid bed. She closed her eyes, trying to will the vision to come.

It didn't take long.

The dream began like the others—Earth's surface was scarred and chaotic. Jasper and Peridot stood amidst the ruins of battle, the Crystal Gems in sight. She was commanding, powerful, and ready to crush her enemies. But then, as always, she felt it—a presence, like a soft pull at her very core.

Jasper turned sharply, her sharp orange eyes scanning the field until they landed on her.

There she was again—the mysterious young woman—Diana.

Diana stood with quiet strength, her light pink hair flowing in the breeze and her red eyes locking with Jasper's. She wore the same flowing white dress, and the faint glow of her Gem shimmered from the hole in her stomach.

Jasper froze, uncharacteristically hesitant. There was something about Diana that disarmed her. She wasn't a Crystal Gem, nor did she seem hostile. Instead, she felt... familiar.

Then, for the first time, Diana spoke.

"Why are you here?" Her voice was steady, echoing in the dream like a melody Jasper couldn't escape. "What do you want from Earth?"

Jasper's lips parted as if to respond, but no sound came. She wanted to ask why this figure haunted her, but the words wouldn't form.

Diana's gaze softened as she tilted her head, studying Jasper as much as Jasper was examining her. Then, like the shattering of glass, the dream dissolved.

Jasper bolted upright in her bed, her breaths shallow and her fists clenched at her sides. The frustration of being powerless in her dream filled her with rage.

"Who are you?" she growled to the empty room, her voice a low rumble.

She leaned back, staring at the ceiling as her mind raced.

Diana evoked something entirely different, unlike her burning hatred for the Crystal Gems. Longing. Confusion. Pain.

And that terrified her.

She couldn't understand why this strange figure had such a hold on her, why her image lingered even after the dream ended. But one thing was clear—she couldn't shake the feeling that Diana was important, more than she was willing to admit.

For now, Jasper resolved to bury her feelings deep, but as she clenched her fists tighter, she knew it was only a matter of time before she sought answers.

The next day, the night air was calm, the gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore creating a soothing rhythm. Diana sat cross-legged on her yoga mat outside the Beach House like yesterday, the moonlight casting a soft glow over her.

Her breaths were steady, and her mind was focused. She was determined to return to the vision and understand it.

She closed her eyes and felt herself slipping into the familiar trance. The world around her blurred, and she stood in the heart of chaos again.

Smoke filled the air, and distant crashes echoed around her. Beach City lay in ruins, the streets cracked and littered with debris. Above her, the ominous silhouette of a Gem ship loomed its sharp angles and imposing structure casting a shadow over the destruction.

As Diana took cautious steps forward, her eyes were drawn to two figures atop the ship—Jasper and Peridot.

This time, Diana decided to approach. She moved toward the ship with purpose, her heart pounding in her chest.

Standing with her arms crossed, Jasper felt that strange pull, the presence haunting her dreams again. Her sharp orange eyes locked onto Diana as she moved closer.

The frustration bubbled over. Jasper leaped from the ship without thinking, landing with a mighty thud before Diana. The impact cracked the ground, sending tremors through the Earth.

Diana stumbled, the force nearly knocking her off her feet. Jasper's hand shot out before she hit the ground, catching her with surprising gentleness.

They were frozen in place for a moment—Jasper holding Diana upright, her grip firm but careful.

"Who are you?" Jasper's voice was low and growling, her frustration evident. Yet, there was no anger, only an intense need to understand.

Diana looked up at Jasper, her deep red eyes meeting Jasper's sharp orange gaze. The question startled her. She heard Jasper's voice for the first time—not through echoes in dreams, but directly.

It wasn't what Diana had expected. Despite Jasper's stern and imposing demeanor, her voice held a strange softness, like the growl of a lioness protecting her territory.

"I..." Diana hesitated, unsure of what to say. The connection she felt to Jasper was unexplainable; now, face-to-face, it was even stronger.

Jasper's grip loosened, though she didn't wholly release Diana. "Why do you keep appearing?" she demanded, her tone quieter now, almost vulnerable.

"I'm trying to understand," Diana finally said, her voice calm yet laced with curiosity. "Why are you here? What do you want from Earth?"

Jasper's jaw tightened. She didn't have an answer—at least, not one she could articulate.

The two stared at each other, the chaos of the vision fading into the background. For the first time, it was just them, connected by an unspoken bond neither could comprehend.

Diana took a steadying breath. "I don't know why we're connected, but I think we're meant to understand each other," she said softly, her voice quiet and strong.

Jasper's expression faltered momentarily, her frustration giving way to something more conflicted. Before she could respond, the vision began to dissolve.

As Diana's surroundings blurred, the last thing she saw was Jasper's intense gaze, filled with questions—and something more profound that neither dared to name.

The dim light of the ship cast long shadows in Jasper's quarters, the quiet hum of the machinery the only sound. She sat on the edge of her bed, elbows resting on her knees, her large hands hanging limply before her.

Her gaze fixed on her palms, and she vividly remembered their earlier encounter. She could still feel the warmth of Diana's arms beneath her fingers—slender but not weak. Despite her lean frame, Diana exuded a quiet resilience that unsettled Jasper.

The comparison struck her. With her tall, muscular build and hardened warrior exterior, Jasper had always towered physically and in the presence of others. Yet, something about Diana made her feel small in a way she couldn't explain.

Jasper's brow furrowed as her mind drifted back to their brief exchange. Diana's voice echoed in her thoughts, calm yet probing:

"Why are you here? What do you want from Earth?"

She had wanted to respond and challenge the question, but the words had yet to come. Instead, Jasper had felt exposed under Diana's steady gaze, as though the mysterious woman could see through every facade she'd built.

For someone so seemingly fragile, Diana's presence was unnervingly strong.

Jasper growled under her breath, her frustration mounting. She hated feeling this way—unsure, unsteady, out of control. The lingering sensation of Diana's touch and the look in her eyes gnawed at her.

"What is it about you?" Jasper muttered, clenching her fists.

She had faced countless battles and conquered enemies without hesitation, yet this human—this vision—had shaken her more than any opponent could.

For a moment, Jasper allowed herself to sink into the memory of Diana's presence: the way her wavy pink hair framed her face, the piercing intensity of her deep red eyes, and the calm determination in her voice.

But the memory wasn't enough. Jasper needed answers. She needed to know why this human haunted her dreams and now her waking moments.

Her hands tightened into fists as a new resolve began to form.

"If I see you again," Jasper muttered to herself, her voice low and determined, "I'll get the answers I need."

But even as she said the words, a small part of her wondered if the answers would bring her peace—or only more questions.

The moon hung high above Beach City, its silver light reflecting off the waves as they gently lapped against the shore. Diana lay sprawled on the cool sand, her chest heaving as she tried to steady her breathing. The faint hum of her Gem pulsed beneath the fabric of her dress, a steady reminder of the strange encounter she had just experienced.

Her mind raced, replaying every detail of the conversation. Jasper's towering form, her intense eyes that burned with frustration yet carried an unspoken pain, and her voice growled—not in anger but in confusion and something more profound.

"Who is she?" Diana thought, staring up at the star-filled sky. "Why is she coming to Earth? Why do I feel... connected to her?"

The questions swirled in her mind like a storm, refusing to settle. She pressed her hands against the sand, grounding herself as the cool grains sifted through her fingers.

For the first time, Diana felt genuinely uncertain. Her connection to her Gem heritage had always felt like a burden she could control. But this... this was different. Jasper's presence wasn't just physical—it resonated with something profound inside her, something tied to her very being as the host of Pink Diamond's Gem.

She closed her eyes, trying to recall every word Jasper had spoken, every movement she had made. The way Jasper had caught her earlier, her large hands surprisingly gentle despite her rough demeanor. The way she stared was not with hatred like she was with the Crystal Gems but with something far more complex.

"She knew me," Diana realized, her brows knitting together. "Or at least... she recognized something in me. Something familiar."

Her hand unconsciously moved to the center of her chest, where her Gem lay. Was it possible that Jasper's connection to Pink Diamond had something to do with this strange bond?

Diana's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of waves crashing softly nearby. The rhythmic sound soothed her, allowing her to breathe deeply again. Her body was exhausted from the meditation and the intense energy it had taken to maintain the vision.

"One thing's clear," she thought, her eyelids growing heavy. "I need answers, and she has them."

As she lay there, the soft glow of her Gem dimmed slightly, a sign of her body's need to recover. The sand beneath her felt cool and grounding, but her mind remained adrift, searching for clarity.

Before sleep claimed her, Diana made a silent vow. She would find out who Jasper was, why she had come to Earth, and most importantly, why their paths seemed destined to cross.

"Whatever this is... I'll uncover the truth."

And with that thought lingering in her mind, Diana finally succumbed to the pull of rest, the sound of the waves lulling her into a dreamless sleep.

The gentle crash of waves against the shore filled the quiet night as Garnet stood by the beach house window, her silhouette illuminated by the moonlight. Through her visor, she spotted Diana lying on the sand, her figure motionless except for her chest's slow rise and fall.

Inside Garnet, Ruby and Sapphire's voices began to overlap in conversation.

Ruby (anxious): "What is she doing out there? She's been through so much already—what if something's wrong?"

Sapphire (calm yet concerned): "She's clearly troubled. I can feel it. But it's more than worry... something is weighing heavily on her mind."

Garnet's gauntleted hand rested against the glass as she continued to observe Diana. Ruby's fiery protectiveness and Sapphire's nurturing wisdom melded together, prompting Garnet to act. She turned and silently stepped out of the beach house, her soft footfalls muffled by the sand.

The fusion stood over Diana's resting form, casting a long shadow over the teenager. Garnet gazed down at her, Ruby's emotions prickling like sparks.

Ruby (firm): "She shouldn't be out here alone. It's dangerous, even if she's capable. She needs to know we've got her back."

Sapphire (gentle): "She needs understanding, not just protection. We must be patient. She's searching for something... or someone."

Garnet crouched down, her visor reflecting the faint moonlight. Diana's face looked peaceful in sleep, but her slightly furrowed brow betrayed her inner turmoil.

Garnet (softly): "Who's haunting your thoughts, Diana?"

She didn't expect an answer, but the words came out nonetheless, carried by Ruby's concern and Sapphire's quiet curiosity.

Ruby (urgent): "We must find out what's happening. If something—or someone—is hurting her, we stop it."

Sapphire (calm): "It's not just about fighting, Ruby. Sometimes, the answers lie in listening, not confronting."

As Garnet gently brushed a stray lock of Diana's pale pink hair from her face, the young teen stirred slightly but didn't wake. Garnet sighed, the fusion's instincts pulling her in two directions.

Standing up, Garnet silently vowed to herself—and to Ruby and Sapphire.

Garnet (internally): "Whatever is troubling her, we'll be here for her. But first, we must earn her trust enough to share it with us."

She lingered for a moment longer before picking Diana up from the sand and returning to the beach house, her steps slow and deliberate. The moonlight glinted off her visor as her thoughts swirled, her resolve firm.

Diana wasn't just a part of the Crystal Gems—she was family. Garnet would do whatever it took to protect her, whether fighting by her side or simply being there when she needed someone to lean on.