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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez, Morty_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      Time_Travel, First_Time, Incest
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-13 Updated: 2017-11-18 Chapters: 2/? Words: 5449
****** One Step Heavy and Two Steps High ******
by S-684_(orphan_account)
Summary
     He had seen a photo, once, of Rick when he was a lot younger. It
     looked to be ripped straight from a high-school yearbook, the edges
     frayed and a bit frail in his hands. He had tucked it back into the
     drawer he found it in, but not before getting a good look. Rick was-
     well, younger. The lines around his mouth smoothed out with youth,
     eyes not quite yet attacked by crow’s feet, forehead unblemished by
     the deep creases of age.
     --
     "Anonymous asked: Morty going back in time to DIDDLEY DOO THE FUCK
     out of young rick in highschool?"
***** Hold me close when it's over *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Morty’s palms were sweating, barely able to grip the portal gun in his hands.
He knew that taking it was super risky- hell, if he got stuck or in trouble, he
wouldn’t have Rick to back him up- and that in and of itself was such a
terrifying, bone-chilling fear. It sat in the pit of his stomach, curling,
pulsing, making bile rise in the back of the teen’s throat and he felt like he
was swallowing glass. Pushing down the invasive thought- and wiping his hands
on his jeans for the third time, he prays and sets the portal gun in the proper
mode- time travel.
 It was something Rick was ‘fiddling with’, a long-term project that they’d
been doing supply runs on for months. Whenever Morty asked about why they were
doing this in the first place, Rick shrugged him off and told him to “Go j-jerk
it or somethin’, Morty, I’m so- this is important.” It was upsetting every
time; the teen couldn’t help but feel used, the fear of Rick actually, truly
hating him whispering in his ear like a lover. He just wanted to be in the
know, didn’t his grandpa get it? Morty shook his head, trying to steady his
trembling hands. He had to focus on the task at hand- getting the time right.
 He had seen a photo, once, of Rick when he was a lot younger. It looked to be
ripped straight from a high-school yearbook, the edges frayed and a bit frail
in his hands. He had tucked it back into the drawer he found it in, but not
before getting a good look. Rick was- well, younger. The lines around his mouth
smoothed out with youth, eyes not quite yet attacked by crow’s feet, forehead
unblemished by the deep creases of age. For lack of a better word, he was super
fucking hot and Morty was outraged. Mostly at himself, at the notion that he
found this younger Rick, perhaps just before his prime, quite the tall glass of
water- furious at the sudden boner he had to hide when he shuffled off to his
room to jack off with such ferocity that his dick kinda hurt for the rest of
the day.
He was determined to go back in time, now that he knew he could, to try and- he
paused, looking down at the portal gun in his hand. The contents within the
dome swirled, a blinding neon green, casting a glow on his skin. What did he
want to do? Just… see him? What was he hoping for out of this?
 “Ah, jeez…” The teen ran a hand through his hair- sweaty again, he noted- and
decided to just wing it. Worst case scenario, he just portals home before
something could go wrong. He just needed to get the thought out of his mind- of
that younger Rick, with his hands on Morty’s throat, teasing him, begging for
him. Without another moment of hesitation, Morty set the date on the portal gun
and shot out its customary gooey-looking portal, walking through quickly before
he lost his nerve.
He wound up in an alleyway, in a town not all that familiar to him. The sky was
a bit grey, with maybe the threat of rain- Morty groaned. He wishes he brought
a coat as soon as he feels the first raindrops on his face. In a bit of a rush,
he pushes out from the small space between these buildings- and crashes
directly into someone on the sidewalk.
“Ah!” Morty squeaks, falling to the ground while the stranger seems to stand
tall.
"I-I-I-I’m so sorry, I wasn’t- I didn’t see where I was going, I-“
"K-kid, relax."
Morty’s stomach jumped straight into his throat. No- no fucking way- he looked
up at a much, much younger Rick Sanchez, towering over him and offering him a
hand up. Morty took it shakily, let his to-be-grandpa pull him to his feet. He
tired to take everything in at once; the way his hands felt softer, less paper-
like, the easy smile on his face, his eyes, the plain umbrella that now covered
them both. 
"You lost or-or-or something?” This un-grandpa’d Rick asked, looking him up and
down. “I’ve never seen you around here b-before.”
“Oh.” Morty took his hand back, averting his eyes from the intense stare of the
taller man. “Jeez, I uh. I guess I’m a-a-a-a-a little lost. Hah." 
This younger Rick seemed to contemplate him for a moment, looking him up and
down, almost judging him. "C'mon, you- you can crash at my place. No point in
staying out in this shitty weather.”
He began walking in a direction, and Morty followed. Somehow it was always like
this, with him a step or two off of Rick’s rhythm, watching his back and
willing himself to go forward despite the ugly thing in his guts squirming
around, as if to remind him that’s he’s so painfully out of place here, with
this younger version of the most bitter man in the galaxy. In countless
dimensions, this was what it was; Morty gripping his grandpa’s coattails,
watching for dangers his grandpa’s incredibly inebriated mind wouldn’t catch,
helping him, but not often being helped. It was routine, and it was normal, and
Morty almost forgot for a moment that he was decades back on this Earth’s
timeline, and that Rick wasn’t always just some teen punk helping him get out
of some nasty weather. 
“How old are you?”
“O-oh! I’m sixteen…” Morty looked away, watching the rain fall into a puddle at
the crosswalk they were waiting at. Rick nodded from beside him, giving him a
look. “H-how about you?”
“Eight-teen."
There wasn’t too much to say- Morty asked about the town, about Rick, listening
to him talk about moving out of his parent’s at seventeen, about his part-time
work, about graduation peeking around the corner and how he was gonna do
something great, someday. Morty couldn’t agree more, nodding along with his
babble, playing with the slightly damp hem of his shirt. 
In no time at all it seemed, they were on the doorstep of a small apartment
complex, old brick walls a bit crumbly from age and more than a little covered
in moss and vines, the plant sprawling its way up the side and around some of
the windows. Rick opened the door, closing his umbrella and walking inside,
while Morty hesitated for just a moment. What if he got caught, somehow? His
Rick, the one he left drunkenly passed out on the couch at home, would surely
be rousing by now, raring to drag Morty on another adventure or to work on his
portal gun- the reminder of the stolen device dug into his back where he tucked
it in his pants- and the teen wondered if Rick would even… be able to find him.
"You, uh… coming?”
“Y-yeah, sorry, I ah…” Morty shuffled into the building, closing a rather
creaky door behind him and rubbing behind his head. “I got caught up in my t-t-
thoughts I-I-I guess."
This wrinkle-less Rick only snorted, leading him up a few flights of narrow
carpeted stairs, which Morty only tripped once on. He fiddled with a set of
keys at his side, grunting about how useless keys were anyways as he shoved one
into the lock, bumping the door with his shoulder a couple of times to get it
to un-stick. With a grin, he opened his door wide, carelessly tossing the
umbrella aside and tugging Morty in by the collar of his trademark yellow
shirt. Morty’s poor heart raced at the contact, the beginnings of a blush
crawling up his neck and flushing his cheeks.
"You can kick it on the- hang out on the couch, I’m gonna go take a piss.”
–
The day seemed to blur, then.
Rick asked where Morty was from, and he told him he was an out-of-stater. He
took that to mean ‘runaway kid’, and he felt his gut twist again at the mild
look of concern on his face before it faded completely, the ghost of where his
laugh-lines would come in a haunting reminder of what he was doing. He asked
about Morty’s home life, which he told him was a fair bit dysfunctional- his
mother had a drinking problem and his father was a mooch, and even though he
had a sister, she was as cold and shut off from him. Morty babbled about his
grandfather, who he said was “Like his on-only friend, really.” But when Rick
asked him why he ran, he flushed, leaning a bit forward into himself and
gripping his arms tightly with shaking fingers. 
“U-uh, I’m…” He swallowed, not for the first time, around the bubbling anxiety
churning away in his stomach. “I’m gay, and-”
“Say no more.” Rick held up a hand- Morty noticed he had several rings on-
“Jesus fuck. That’s- that’s a tight spot, huh, Morty?”
Relieved that he didn’t press, the teen nodded beside him, hoping his flushed
face and anxious shaking came off as if it was from his 'confession’ rather
than the actual, awful feeling settling into his bones. Rick let out a deflated
sound, watching him, and then slapped him on the back. “Don’t worry about that
shit here, okay? You’re- shit, I’m not gonna out you o-o-r whatever. I’m not
straight.”
Morty already knew this, and knew that if he ever really did come out to his
family, they probably wouldn’t be too bothered- well, maybe Jerry would, but
Morty doesn’t care about his opinion. But the unguarded way Rick was talking to
him made his bones tingle. He had never known a Rick like this- gentle, kind,
almost normal as far as things went- and he wondered what had set him off down
the nihilistic path that would later grow him into a jaded shell of the man he
used to be. The thought surely would have led him further down his anxiety
spiral, and he was thankful for the large hand that settled on his shoulder,
giving it a tight squeeze.
“Let’s order some Chinese food or some shit, I’m fu-fucking starving.” Rick
quirked his unibrow at him and Morty felt his heart flutter in his chest.
“H-h-hey, Rick?” The man turned to him on the way to the landline, tilting his
head just slightly. “Thanks.”
–
Morty wasn’t sure how it happened, but he was most certainly not complaining.
They were sprawled out on the couch- Morty had learned it was a futon the
moment Rick flattened it out- and Rick was teasing at his throat, sending a
delightful shiver down his back. He gripped onto the younger version of this
grandpa tightly, bunching his top in this fists, a shaky, breathy moan pushing
past his lips. Rick chuckled against him, licking up from his throat to his
ear, and Morty’s dick gave an interested twitch in his pants. His hands were
roaming, from up on his shoulder, to the hem of his bright shirt, and Morty’s
breath hitched up in his throat as Rick began to trace circles against his
hipbone.
“You ever get fucked before M-morty?” His scratchy rumble of a voice send
shivers down his spine, raising the gooseflesh of his arms
“N-n-no, I haven’t,” He said around a little moan as Rick nipped the spot just
below his jaw, where Morty was fairly sensitive. “G-god, fuck-”
Rick hummed, trailing his hand up Morty’s chest to tweak a nipple, and the teen
could feel the stretch of his smile as he yelped and groaned. Morty’s head was
spinning, hot and flushed, heart racing to be let out of his chest, lest it
burst. Lightly, so lightly, he rolled his hips up against his younger grandpa,
a pleased whine erupting from his throat as he found that Rick was sporting
just as much of a hard on as he was.
“How you wanna do this, h-huh, baby?” Rick kissed his way down Morty’s neck,
stopping to suck a modest hickey onto it. The bruise bloomed purple across the
pale expanse of skin, and Rick smirked down at him. “Want me in you? Wanna f-
feel me stretch you out, loosen you up?” The teen could only nod, voice lost to
the moans that Rick was tugging from him, hands toying with his nipples roughly
before flicking down to his jeans.
“I wanna make you see s-stars, babe.” Rick hummed, shifting only a bit to help
Morty out of his shirt and pants, quickly doing the same with a practiced sort
of ease, and Morty paused to admire his body- he was lean, almost wiry, a trail
of blue hair making a path down into his boxers. “Gonna- gonna make you lose
your fucking mind.”
Morty let himself be pushed back, with his legs tucked up onto his chest, where
he was holding them there for Rick. The older man leaned down to kiss his way
across and down the teen’s thighs, mouthing at his clothed dick. Morty almost
jumped, the hot warmth of his mouth was such a shock, but Rick pressed more
kisses, leaving Morty whining and needy, bucking his hips up against Rick’s
mouth before the man took pity on him and pulled his underwear off and threw it
to the pile of clothes on the ground. His dick was drooling with precum, and
Rick wasted no time, reaching under the bed for something before taking his
dick in hand and-
“A-ah!! Oh, fuck!” Morty moaned high in his throat, coming down to grip at the
spiked blue locks of hair on Rick’s head. His whole cock was buried in his
mouth, and he could- he could feel Rick swallowing around him, the burning,
suctioning heat of his mouth threatening to consume Morty whole. He hadn’t
realized that Rick had lubed up his fingers, and was slowly tracing a circle
around his asshole, occasionally pressing at the tight ring of muscle. With the
most vulgar sounding 'pop’, Rick looked up at him, pupils blown wide enough
that it ate up his iris'.
“You still g-good with this, baby? W-w-want my fingers all up inside you?”
At his begged out “Yes, please, Rick-” Rick grinned wolfishly, a look Morty had
only seen when a much older version of his grandfather was striking a
particularly good drug deal, or when he had successfully dismantled an entire
planet’s governmental system- it went straight to his dick, weeping and red
against his stomach. In no time at all, Rick was back on his cock, bobbing his
head as he pushed the first of his fingers into the body beneath him, hot and
tight and wanting. “O-o-o-o-oh fuck,” Morty groaned, pushing back onto his
finger a bit at it pumped in and out of him, the wet sound making his skin
flush down to his shoulders. Rick continued on like this, with practiced
motions, before pressing his second finger in, the slight burn of the stretch
making Morty tighten before forcing himself to relax a bit. Rick moaned around
his cock, and he noticed his grandpa tugging his boxers down, kicking them off
before coming off his dick, drool dripping from his chin.
“Shit, Morty-” he shivered at hearing his name- “Babe, you’re so, so tight,"
"A-ahh…” Morty wiggled, rolling his hips down onto Rick’s prodding fingers,
feeling them slip deeper and- “Ah!!"
"Found it,” Rick hummed triumphantly, circling the spot that made Morty cry
out, had his dick drooling, the precome pooling on his navel, and Rick slipped
a third finger in when he felt Morty’s walls flutter around him. The teen
turned his head to the side, panting, moaning, babbling incoherent pleas to
fuck him. He’s never felt so desperate for something in his life- Morty looks
up at Rick, reaching around his legs to grip his cheeks, keeping them better
pulled apart. “You think you’re ready for me?” 
“P-please, oh, please,” Morty begged, his eyes glassy and his face such a deep
shade of red it was radiating heat. “Rick, I- I need it,”
“Say no m-more, baby, shh…” Rick leaned down to roll a condom on his dick,
sweeping in for a bruising kiss as he pulled out his fingers, swallowing the
moan that burst from Morty. He lined up, prodding gently with his cockhead for
a moment before Morty begged again- Morty moaned low and loud, feeling his
grandpa’s dick stretch him out. His dick was much bigger than his fingers, and
Morty sighed happily, several months of jack-off material coming to fruition,
the real deal above him and slowly pushing inside of his ass. He felt Rick
settle against him, hands on the backs of his knees, and Morty whimpered.
That seemed to be what set Rick off, his hips pulling back before roughly
thrusting in, the slap of flesh-on-flesh ringing in Morty’s ears as he was
fucked. He kept brushing his prostate, and several bubbly moans and his begging
of “Y-yes, yes, ohhh fuck, please,” poured from Morty’s opened mouth. One of
his hands came down to help Morty jerk off, and the second his rough fingers
were wrapped around his cock, Morty was gone. Embarrassingly fast, Morty came
across his stomach, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he moaned, Rick’s
hips slowing to a grind for a moment.
“I forget how- that virgins come so fast.” Rick laughed, rolling his hips up
into Morty. “Can I keep going?”
Morty nodded quickly, and Rick pulled out for a moment, resting Morty on his
side before pushing back into him, setting a breakneck pace, now only really
chasing his own release. Oversensitive and tender, the teen drooled onto the
futon, legs trembling where they laid, his heart hammering in his chest. He
couldn’t believe he was actually getting fucked by Rick, that apparently this
younger version of his grandpa was attracted to him, and all at once he felt
his dick twitch where it laid limp against his leg, rousing with interest the
longer Rick fucked into him. Encouraged by this, Rick leaned down to bite and
suck at his neck, leaving marks that absolutely none of his clothes would ever
be able to hide, and he weakly tugged at his own cock at the thought. Of
getting caught by his fully grown grandpa, maybe, or his mom asking where he
got the hickeys and being able to decipher his stammered avoidance- he doesn’t
know why that’s doing it for him, he should be horrified at the thought, but-
“God, baby, l-l-look at you, you’re so fucking hot,” Rick rested his forehead
on Morty’s shoulder, and watched him tug and twist at his dick, slowing for
only a moment before snapping his hips hard up into Morty, and the teen yelped
and moaned and fuck, he was coming again-
“R-R-Riiiiick, ohhhhh fuck,” Morty gripped himself, coming into his hand, the
thick cum bubbling up in his fist as Rick’s pace turned frantic, and with a
groan, the older man came against him, a low groan moaned into his back.
Several long moments passed like that, as if frozen in time, before Rick
finally pulled out, the sound a loud, vulgar squelch that made Morty hide his
face in his hands. “Fuck baby, that- that was hot,” Rick collapsed next to him,
tying up the used condom and tossing it aside carelessly. Morty felt guilt
creeping up his spine, settling in his heart- what did he just do? What if Rick
remembered this in the future? Would he care, would he be furious-
“H-hey, Morty, calm down.” Rick reached out and rubbed his shoulder, concern
furrowing his brow. “You okay?”
Morty felt the shameful tears well up in his eyes before he could stop them,
and they poured over his reddened cheeks in hot streams, Rick reaching out to
rub them away as Morty held back a sob. “R-Rick,” was all he could say, the
rest of his words seemingly dying in his throat. “Rick, Rick,”
The older teen pulled himself up the futon, rubbing a soothing hand up and down
his back. “Hey, shhh. Morty, I’m- I’m here.” Morty felt himself sobs roughly.
“What’s wrong baby, did I hurt you?”
“N-no, I just- I-” Morty couldn’t even articulate what he wanted to say,
anything he possibly could felt wrong. This was meant to be a thing to help him
get it out of his system, not endear him to this younger version of his
grandpa. That awful, dark feeling settled its weight back into his stomach, and
Morty was certain that this was where he would die. “I-I-I’m sorry, Rick I
just-”
“Shhhh, Morty, it’s alright.” Rick hummed, resting his head on Morty’s own.
“Some people, Morty, they just- they cry after sex, its too overwhelming for
them, and-and-and its nothing to worry about, Morty.”
Morty wished that made him feel okay.
Chapter End Notes
     – I mmmmight turn this into a multichapter fic!! I really love this
     idea and its wrecking me, thank you so much
     lmk if y'all'd be interested in that??
     edit: omg you guys <3 <3 <3
     I'll def be making this a full-length multichaper fic now!! thank you
     so much!
     11/14/2017: fixed some errors
***** Skies above they radiate me *****
Chapter Summary
     Chapter titles are lyrics from Oh Wonder's "Without You" btw! I
     really love that song.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The next morning, Morty woke with a start, shooting up straight on the futon he
fell asleep on. For a moment, he didn't quite recognize where he was, anxiety
gripping his chest and panic flicking in his eyes. What was this place? Why did
he sleep here? Did he get kidnapped? For a few, fear-stricken minutes, Morty
sat completely still, breaths coming in short bursts while he squeezed his eyes
shut. Think, Morty! He could feel the sweat on his forehead matting his hair.
You were having a really good dream about Rick, and-
"You look like you saw a g-ghost, Morty!" Rick bellowed from the hall, leaning
on the wall. "Have a nightmare or-or somethin'?"
Just like that, reality came crashing down around him, the reminder that
yesterday had not been a lust-induced dream, but in fact the reality he had
chosen for himself. He felt it all at once- the vague soreness of his ass, the
tender marks littering his throat sensitive to the air, the strange
displacement he felt from time travelling. Morty flopped back onto the futon,
pulling up the threadbare blanket Rick had apparently thrown on him as he slept
up to his eyes. This was so incredibly dangerous- he had altered the course of
time without a second thought, and if every movie and TV show about time travel
that he ever saw was right, he'd irreversibly fucked up his timeline for a
quick lay. With his own grandpa.
"Not a morning person, huh?" He asked, walking into the little kitchenette
beside the livingroom. "D-do ya want some pancakes? I promise to to burn them
too-too bad." It seems he was making them regardless; Morty could hear him
shuffle around the space, grabbing a pan and presumably batter.
"A-ah, sure, Rick." The teen finally grumbled out, rubbing at his eyes and
actually looking at the clock hanging on the wall. "It's, like, seven in the
morning!"
"Well, duh, dipshit. I have to go to school soon. It's finals week." Rick
rolled his eyes at the boy, mixing a few ingredients in a bowl. "Which
meeeeeeans-" the sound of batter dropping on to a sizzling hot pan filled his
ears. "-that I make my fuckin' sweet ass pancakes."
Morty laughed, releasing himself from his blanket prison to- he guesses... get
ready for the day. He pulled his underwear back over his hips, trying not to
make a face at the tenderness of his body. As he washed his face in the
bathroom, he wondered what to do about his situation. He didn't just want to
leave Rick with no explanation, but what else could he do? The guilt that kept
bubbling away last night boiled up into his chest, the sensation washing over
his whole body in a cold rush. It made his knees shake, his heart pound- he was
resting his head on the rim of the sink to ground himself, cold porcelain a
welcome sensation among the inferno of loathing he felt. He must have been in
there for a while, doing that, because before he knew it his younger grandpa
was calling out for him.
--
Breakfast was short, but pleasant enough.
Morty watched the way Rick ate, morbidly fascinated in how similar his
mannerisms were. He had a plate stacked high with pancakes, but was only
putting syrup on them as he ate them. "It gets all pasty and soggy, a-a-and I
fucking hate it." Morty nodded along, watching unwrinkled hands flex around his
cutlery, forgetting for a moment his own steaming plate of pancakes and instead
looking at Rick distantly. He was drinking a tall glass of orange juice, his
favorite, the carton on the table so he could keep pouring himself more
glassfulls. Morty, shaking himself out of the trance of watching Rick eating,
and chowed down on his own, his hungry stomach gurgling.
"S-so what your plan?" At Morty's clueless look, Rick continued. "You know,
like... are you sticking a-around, or will I never see you again?"
Morty swallowed around not just his pancakes, but the sudden rush of sadness
that settled in his chest. "U-uh, I was gonna... h-h-h-hop around I guess? I
don't want to ah... stay in- in one place too long." Even as he said it, he
felt a twinge of guilt, just from such an indirect lie. "B-because of my
folks..."
"I get you, yeah." Rick took one final swig from his glass, gathering up his
dishes to clean them up while Morty sought out the rest of his clothes, pulling
his jeans and shirt back on. He picked the portal gun back up from under the
futon for a moment, tucking it into his back pocket once again. "Well, if you
ever- if you find yourself in town again, you can uh. You can come here." He
said it as if it was nothing, walking over to hand him a small key. "J-just let
yourself in."
Morty's face lit up, as much as he didn't want it to. This was basically an
invitation to come back to visit- maybe he'd be able to sneak the portal gun
away from his grandpa more often. He felt like a stereotype of a teenage girl,
giddy to sneak out of the house for a night of fun and games. "T-thanks so
much, Rick!" Morty smiled at him, watching the beginnings of a blush creep
across the other teen's face. A pleasant, warm feeling spread in his chest, his
heart fluttering at the sight.
"See ya, Morty."
--
Morty regretted portaling home as soon as he did it. His legs wobbled beneath
him, the strange unsettled sensation that was making his bones ache dissipated
as he settled back into the right time; it was only a few minutes after he had
initially left from this point of view, even though he'd been gone for the day.
The weight of the gun suddenly felt grander, like a boulder was chained to his
wrist and he just couldn't let go of it. Everything looked the same, much to
his relief- the weird science shit Rick kept around was still stacked high on
the shelves, tools and chemicals were scattered across his desk- so he put the
portal gun back where he found it. Morty let out a silent sigh of relief, so
glad that he didn't fuck up the timeline, that he didn't cause himself to be
un-made in some way, his temporal permanence a weight on his shoulders. He only
just barely heard the loud stomping of his actually-old, correct-point-in-time
grandpa making a beeline for the garage.
"M-OURGH-ty!" Rick belched, hanging off the door a bit, flask in hand. "W-w-we
gotta, its time for adventure, Morty. I gotta steal- steal some Nublian
Crystals, don't- don't ask any st-UUGH-pid questions."
Everything seemed... normal? Rick didn't seem to remember him in the past- of
course, Morty hadn't asked, either. The thought left his mind as quick as it
came, slipping like sand through a grate. He chucked his phone onto the washing
machine, the tech landing with a solid noise. "A-are you sure? You seem pretty-
"
Rick had walked around him, snagging his portal gun off his desk and fiddling
with it. "Let's gooooooo, bitch!" The old man practically jumped through the
oozing portal, Morty following close on his heels. He wished that he had time
to change clothes, or shower. He crashed into Rick's back upon stepping out of
the portal, making Rick grunt and let him stumble after losing his balance. "Be
careful, you little s-shit."
The planet seemed average enough, except for the lack of living organisms or
civilization anywhere. "S-so, is this like, a weird drug thing, Rick?"
"Better, Morty!" Rick turned to him, a bit crazed. "This shit, Morty, t-this
shit is the best fucking seasoning when ground up and put into pies. It's- it's
fucking phenomenal." Rick sputtered, leaving him into some kind of forest.
"Your mom's pumpkin pie? I-it ain't got SHIT on this stuff, Morty." The trees
were tall, fuchsia colored things, with long spindly vines that had pretty
little blue flowers blooming along them. "P-problem is, the pro-problem, Morty,
is that these c-c-crystals are guarded by a fucking huge-ass monster."
Morty tripped over himself for a moment, making a displeased whine from the
back of his throat. "W-w-what? Did you even grab a gun?!"
Rick reached into his coat and pulled out the small handgun he usually brings
on their missions. "D-UGGH-h." He tucked it back into the folds of his coat
with a flourish, marching on ahead, trying not to stumble. Morty followed,
unease blooming in his chest, up his throat, behind his eyes. It's not that he
didn't trust Rick- well, he didn't always trust him, anyway- it was that when
he got a bit more drunk than usual, their adventures tended to get more and
more dangerous.
So Morty was a bit more jumpy than normal, a little more skittish, reaching out
to grab onto Rick's coat when he heard a particularly blood-curdling screech.
"Rick!"
"Shh, Morty," Rick ducked then behind one of the massive trees, peeking around
it in the direction of the noise. "There it is, the fucking- the little
bastard. " The older man batted one of the spindly vines away from his eyes.
"We're gonna go slaughter that thing, Morty. A-a-a-and we're gonna, we're gonna
rip that crystal right out of its cold, dead hands."
Morty, groaning, rested his head on the bark of the tree. "Rick, can't we just-
why don't we just sneak around it?"
"Because, M-OURGH-ty, we aren't gonna be pussies."
--
One awful battle with a six-legged creature later saw Morty and Rick shoving
handfuls of crystal fragments into a bag, their iridescence glimmering in the
teen's eyes. The fight itself was fairly uneventful- the beast wasn't nearly as
large as Morty was thinking it was going to be, even though it was vicious.
"So, pies, huh?"
"Fuck yeah." Rick tied up his bag, watching Morty do the same with shaking
hands. "Morty this- this may not seem important to you now, but we're the only
planet that invented fucking pies. We make a- if we make a bunch of pies, we
can sell them-" Morty stopped listening as Rick babbled on about the Pie Market
in the galaxy, a seemingly complicated and long one by the way Ricks hands were
waving about.
He shot a portal out, and as they stepped through, Morty felt a wave of relief
wash over him. He was always, always on edge when off-planet; the uncertainty
of everything made his head swim. Being back home made his heart take a
temporary break from the harsh pace it had begun to pick up. Rick was still
talking, but by now Morty was so far out of it that Rick's voice was just the a
calming hum in his brain.
"Anyway, Morty, I'm gonna go bake some piiiiiies!" Rick laughed, snatching
Morty's bag of Nublian crystals and bolting through the garage door. The boy
sighed, picking up his phone from where he had left it on the washing machine.
It was three in the morning. Fatigue settled heavily in his bones, making them
ache as he dragged himself up the stairs.
Morty was surprised that Rick hadn't mentioned anything about Morty going back
in time- shouldn't he remember? Or did it happen so long ago that Rick forgot?
His brain swam with questions- maybe he had wiped his own memory? Or did
remember, but just didn't care? The teen slipped out of his pants, tossing them
into his hamper before settling down on his bed for the night. Hopefully, he'd
get some well-needed shut eye before school tomorrow. And, with any luck, maybe
he'd figure out what the fuck is going on with Rick.
Chapter End Notes
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