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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty), Morty_Smith, Diane_(Rick_and_Morty:_The
      Rickshank_Rickdemption), Beth_Smith_(Rick_and_Morty), Summer_Smith, Jerry
      Smith, Original_Characters
  Additional Tags:
      First_Love, C137cest, Rickorty, Fluff_and_Smut, Light_Angst, Incest,
      Grandparents_&_Grandchildren, Origin_Story, Time_Travel
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-28 Chapters: 6/? Words: 11205
****** The Origins of a Terrorist Scientist ******
by I_dont_give_a_ship
Summary
     Morty goes back in time to try to get closer to his grandfather,
     little does he know just how close it will make them.
***** To The Past *****
Morty entered his grandfather’s garage with one goal in mind, today he was
going to get closer to Rick. Unfortunately for Morty, getting closer meant
taking the absolute least conventional way possible. Rick was a hard case to
crack, and an almost impossible character to understand.
 
That’s how Morty had concocted his plan to go back in time, to a moment where
hopefully he was a little less bitter and jaded than he was now. He wanted to
have the chance at seeing eye to eye with his old man.
 
He cleared his throat, “H-hey Rick? I um...I lost my math work and- and I was
wondering if maybe you had like... a time travel gadget to find it?”
 
Rick didn’t even look at him, responding with a snap, “W-why don’t you just
redo it? Instead of being an irresponsible *burp* little shit?”
 
Morty frowned, “Aw Geeze, c’mon Rick, please? If I have to ask my teacher f-for
another paper Jessica will see! I- I want to seem impressive and smart to her!”
 
Rick seemed almost injured by that comment, “Fucking dammit, fine. Take the
stupid thing.” He twirled around tossing it to Morty before returning to his
work.
 
It looked like Rick’s usual teleportation gun, but to prevent failure he
clarified, “How do- how do I use this?”
 
Rick growled, “Holy shit, put in the time a-and press the red button.”
 
Morty winced, “O-ok Geeze you’d yell at me if I broke it!”
 
Rick quickly retorted, “And then I’d- I would just make another one like it was
a paper fucking airplane.”
 
Morty wondered if Rick had always been this way, if he had it would be a very
short trip for Morty. Morty looked at Rick, wanting to tell him that he truly
cared but not really knowing how. He ran to his bedroom inputting the date and
time for when Rick was exactly his age.
 
He walked through and the first thing his eyes were greeted by was Rick walking
home from school. Rick had always been handsome, but was uncharacteristically
so young.
 
Morty could hardly even believe his eyes, “R-rick?!” He called out. Rick paused
and glanced to Morty in confusion as Morty ran up to him excitedly.
 
Rick looked pensive, “W-who are you?”
 
It hit Morty that this Rick wouldn’t recognize him at all, “Oh...I- I’m Morty!
Morty Smith! It’s r-really awesome to meet you!” Morty held out his hand almost
prepared to be called an idiot for being excited over a stranger. However he
was surprised to see Rick take his hand, even if it was cautiously.
 
Rick let go from their shake, “H-how’d you know my name?”
 
Morty panicked, he hadn’t thought about that when he called out to him. He
rubbed his arm, “Oh...um...I’m a transfer student and the counselor s-said I
might get along with you...so..” he knew Rick would see right through his lie.
He always did.
 
Yet Rick only nodded, “Transfer student. Ok...so where are you from?”
 
“I live out of state,” that part was true, “I’ve always wanted to see where
you- um..this place! Stroke of l-luck that we moved here...anyways! You- you
look so young! It’s nice!”
 
Morty realized he was an idiot the second Rick chuckled out his response, “Y-
yeah I’m only fifteen, so...kinda young.” Morty wanted to call it off right
there. He couldn’t possibly embarrass himself more if he tried.
 
“How old are you?” Rick asked politely.
 
Morty smiled, “I’m fifteen too! S-same age! So we might have a lot in common
after all!” At least Morty hoped they did more than what they had in the
future.
 
Rick looked equally as nervous if that was even possible, which comforted Morty
a bit, “Do you...like science?” Rick asked softly.
 
Morty smiled, this was familiar to him, “N-not as much as my grandpa, but yeah.
Seeing new things and being out in the universe makes me feel like less of an
idiot.” Morty could have slapped himself when he realized how close he had been
to saying “grandpa Rick”. He knew he needed to be way more careful than what he
had been.
 
Rick smiled at Morty’s answer, “I love science. I’m gonna be the greatest
scientist in the universe and I-I’m gonna find a cure for all- every disease!”
Rick spoke passionately which was extremely unusual for Morty to hear, even if
Rick did love science.
 
As an older man he acted as if it was just the most logical field. However to
know Rick had loved it for so long was heartwarming to him.
 
Morty grinned, “That’s..um..so moral of you. Hey d-do you wanna go grab some
pizza with me? M-maybe hit the arcade?? If it’s too late I understand. I don’t
know what curfew is.”
 
Rick laughed, “Um. I’m good, m-my parents wouldn’t notice. Hadn’t had pizza in
a while actually.” Rick began walking the opposite direction with Morty
trailing behind. Morty could hardly believe how smoothly everything was going.
Rick hadn’t said not one insult to him the entire time.
 
Morty felt flustered at that, “S-so you really want to hang out with me???”
 
Rick smiled, as if he wasn’t used to his attention being sought after, “Y-yeah
you seem cool. And..it’s..it’s nice to have a friend actually.”
Morty nearly fainted, did Rick call him his friend? He frowned, “I take it that
m-means you don’t have many?” He hoped his assumption on that was wrong.
 
“You said ‘any’ wrong. But um. It’s ok, I have one now.” Rick assured with a
smile. Morty felt honored to be considered Rick’s friend. Getting on his good
side was a feat of its own, though it seemed a bit easier than he had
anticipated.
 
Morty blushed, wanting to return the compliment, “I-i’d gladly be your friend.
Not that you need them I mean you’re, you’re a genius! I mean you- you have the
vibe um appear to come across smart.” Morty could have screamed at himself.
 
They arrived at the pizzeria and Rick had simply grinned as if Morty had
actually given a worthwhile compliment. Morty adored Rick’s grin, this one
seemed different, more genuine.
 
As Morty ordered their pizza he recognized his grandmother Diane across the
way, staring at Rick as her friends giggled. Rick didn’t even seem to notice it
which brought Morty to the conclusion that it was his job to set their
relationship in motion. Maybe with some guidance it wouldn’t turn out so bad in
the end?
 
Morty smiled, “Th-those girls keep looking at you. Like any of them?”
 
Morty had expected Rick to point out Diane but to his surprise he shook his
head, “No not really.”
 
The waiter put the pizza down in front of them. Morty couldn’t believe Rick
wasn’t already head over heels for Diane. He would have to rectify that was his
thought as he dug into the pizza. Rick watched him eat, careful not to glance
too long. He couldn’t believe some one especially an adorable some one wanted
anything to do with him. He had closeted himself for years, the rumors flying
despite his arguments to the contrary.
 
Morty looked up happily, “Y-you know if you ever need a- a wingman I’m your
man!”
 
Rick repositioned himself in his chair, “Oh...no it’s ok...I think I’ll just be
alone and stick with science.”
 
Rick took a few bites of his pizza, his comment making Morty smile wider, “Lady
science. Sh-she’s a cruel mistress Rick.” Morty laughed at his own joke, the
sound of it making Rick laugh himself.
 
They had walked to the arcade after they finished eating but to Morty’s dismay
it was closed up for the night.
 
He pouted, “Aw man...I- I wanted to try pac man in an arcade..”
 
Rick shrugged, “M-maybe we can go tomorrow?”
 
Morty beamed, Rick wanted to keep hanging out! However it dawned very suddenly
that Morty had zero places to sleep in this timeline.
 
He squeaked out timidly, “C-can I stay with you?? That would.. that would make
going tomorrow easier right?”
 
Rick nodded, heading home, “Yeah that’s ok. My room’s in the garage anyways.”
 
Morty felt shocked, “The garage...um do you choose there or?”
 
Rick laughed, “Y-yeah I choose there. I can experiment and don’t have to hear
my parents fight.”
 
Morty frowned, “I- I actually understand that. You seem to be a creature of
habit.” Rick seemed to be miserable from the word go. Morty vowed he wouldn’t
leave until he set Rick’s life on a better path. He smiled, if all went well
he’d return to a kinder and more loving Rick.
 
When they entered Rick’s room they could hear muffled shouting from inside the
house, “Should we..should we tell them I’m here??” Morty asked nervously.
 
Rick waved the question off, “Nah they won’t notice. Want to see what I’m
working on??”
 
Morty was practically glowing, the beginning of Rick’s genius for him to
witness. His excitement burst as he spoke, “Yeah Rick! I’d love to!!”
 
Rick smiled as he pulled out a dimmed down version of his portal gun, “it’s a
teleportation gun...it’s not done.”
 
Morty held it reverently, “This young and already...you’re amazing Rick.”
 
Rick blushed deeply as he took the gun back, “I might scrap it though it only
seems to disintegrate everything.”
 
“No!!” Morty shouted. He grabbed Rick’s shoulders, “You can’t give up! One day
you’ll get it a-and you’ll see amazing things!” Morty cleared his throat,
putting distance between their bodies, “A-anyways you’re lucky. I don’t even
have lady science to love me.”
 
Rick chuckled running a hand through his hair timidly, “Y-yeah I guess.”
 
Morty yawned, noticing there only was one bed in the room, “Where do...I
sleep?”
 
Rick blushed again, “I um. I’ve never had a friend over so I guess we can
share? If that’s ok? I-I’m not like that or anything.”
 
It was Morty’s turn to go red in the face, “Oh no! I wasn’t um..if you were
that’s ok, n-not that I’m implying that- no. Sharing is fine. I’m fine with it-
with sharing. I mean the bed. Aw Geeze.”
 
Morty felt a nervous wreck, not having expected to have to share one full size
bed with the young version of his grandfather. Morty wondered why he was even
nervous about it at all, they were still family right? He sat down on the edge
of the bed as Rick joined him,
 
“Plus nothing we haven’t seen,” Morty continued, “N-not that I’m saying we’ll
get naked or...oh god.. um im sorry, you want the w-wall side?” Rick giggled at
Morty’s nerves. He figured he would never meet anyone this adorable and kind
for the rest of his life.
 
He laid down by the wall feeling Morty’s body beside him, “Hey Morty?”
 
“Y-yeah?”
 
“Thanks for being my friend.” Rick said softly. Morty instantly relaxed at his
words. He was slowly drifting into sleep when he unknowingly mumbled out, “Y-
you’re special to me.” Rick smiled, trying his best to calm his excitement.
He’d never been called that by anyone before.
 
He looked over at Morty’s sleeping face, “Y-you are too.” He whispered before
drifting away himself.
***** Growing Bonds and Jealousy *****
When Rick woke, he found Morty’s body practically on top of his own. Morty was
breathing softly into his neck and Rick’s body shivered at the closeness. He
tried to inconspicuously wake Morty.
 
As Morty groggily lifted his head, even he recognized the precarious position
he had been in with Rick. He flew off the bed with a squeal, “I’m sorry!!! S-so
sorry I don’t mean to be weird!”
 
Rick smirked, “It’s ok, I know you don’t mean to. Ready for school?”
 
Morty felt his stomach drop. He had honestly forgotten all about school.
Current Rick thought a thing like school was pointless anyways.
 
He looked down, his clothes stained and in need of a washing, “I um...I don’t
have any spare clothes, can I borrow some?” Rick leapt to his closet and pulled
out one of his band T-shirts and some blue jeans for Morty.
 
Morty began to undress without a second thought. The sunlight from the garage
window kissed Morty’s skin in an ethereal glow. His muscles and curves moving
prominently in the gentle light leaving Rick to practically melt as he watched
him.
 
When Morty finished dressing, as casual as ever he announced, “Ready!”
 
Rick tried desperately to hide the current tent in his pants, the last thing he
wanted was to have Morty think he was a freak. Rick and Morty headed off and
the cold morning air worked wonders for Rick’s problem.
 
As they walked Morty couldn’t help but to babble happily, “I’m so exited to try
the arcade with you! I-I need to know if I can beat you!” In Morty’s mind all
of the time Rick squashed his scores was about to be history. He had years of
gaming experience on his hands in this timeline.
 
Rick chuckled, “Well I don’t play games much, so you might.” That filled Morty
with an immense amount of satisfaction to hear. As they approached the school
Morty noticed two larger boys standing near the school entrance.
 
The first snickered at the sight of Rick, “Sanchez, who’s the dweeb? Does he
know how to give good head??”
 
Morty expected the kid was about to get his teeth knocked in, but Rick simply
muttered back, “H-hey leave me alone..I’m not like that..” Morty felt horrible
for him.
 
The bullies kept their hassling forcing Morty’s rage to build, “Why don’t y-you
assholes come talk shit to our faces??”
 
The first bully laughed, “Ooooh tough guy.”
 
The second cracked his knuckles as he approached them, “I’ve got this.” As he
came near, Morty landed a kick straight to his balls. He grabbed Rick’s arm and
ran into the school building, not stopping until they reached Rick’s locker.
 
They were breathing heavily when Rick placed his hand on Morty’s shoulder, “M-
Morty...thank you...that was..”
 
Before Rick could finish his compliment, Diane approached them with a grin,
“Hey Rick, no black eye today. Glad you made it past the jocks.”
 
Rick removed his hand from Morty and shrugged, “My friend Morty, he-“
 
“I yelled! I yelled and then Rick defended us and they went scramming. It w-was
super brave.”
 
Rick looked to Morty wide eyed and breathless. He had never seen anyone lie for
his sake.
 
Diane smiled, “How bold! See you in science Rick!”
 
She walked away whistling while Morty winked at Rick, “See you in science
Rick.” Morty did his best impression of Diane.
 
Rick tried to hide his grin, “See you, Morty.”
 
Morty didn’t fully grasp how boring it would be having to wait for Rick’s
school day to end. He wanted to hang out with Rick and was being withheld. He
briefly wondered if that was why Rick was always yanking him from his own
schooling.
 
The minute the bell rang Morty leapt for joy. He ran to Rick’s locker to meet
him and was overwhelmed by relief as he saw Rick approaching him.
 
Morty waved, “Hey! Ready for the arcade??”
 
Rick smiled, “Sure..where were you today? I th-thought I might see you in the
halls at least once.” It excited Morty to know that Rick had been looking for
him. Maybe Rick had been just as bored as he had?
 
He tried to be convincing, “Oh um. The counselor had me for fighting...no big
deal.” Rick looked like he felt guilty. Morty smirked a bit as he joked, “M-
miss me that much?”
 
Rick’s blush was undeniable even for Morty, it was a rare occasion to catch the
genius worked up over something he had said, “It...its not like that.”
 
Morty threw an arm over Rick’s shoulder playfully, “My poor poor Rick. I shan’t
f-fight again if it means we part!”
Rick actually enjoyed the sound of that a lot but instead played it off with a
laugh.
 
“Rick!!” Diane called out. She had run to them through the crowds of other
classmates to reach them, “Hey! Where are you two off to?”
 
“W-we’re going to the arcade. What about you?”
 
Diane smiled nervously, “Mind if I tag along?”
 
Rick in truth didn’t want her to tag along, he wanted Morty to himself.
However, he could see Morty smirking at him and he didn’t want to lose the only
friend he had.
 
He faced Diane, “Sure, that sounds fine.” He stated. They all began walking to
the arcade.
 
Morty leaned over whispering softly into Rick’s ear, “Look at you, stud.” Ricks
neck tingled at Morty’s voice.
 
He chuckled, “S-stop, it’s just pity.”
 
Morty patted Rick’s shoulder reassuringly, “Well It’s not with me. O-ok?” Rick
nodded happily while Morty dashed to pac man as soon as they arrived. They each
took turns, Rick being the very last to play. On his turn he beat Morty
effortlessly on his very first attempt.
 
Morty’s eyes widened in horror, “Son of a bitch...”
 
“I guess I’m better than I thought.” Rick laughed out.
 
Morty pouted, “F-fucking dammit! All my dreams!” He fell to the ground
pretending to die as Rick and Diane laughed at his antics.
 
Rick knelt down beside him, “C’mon ya drama queen, get up. Lot of other games
to beat you at in here.”
 
Morty opened his eyes briefly, “J-just leave me to die Rick.” Rick couldn’t
help but to stare lovingly at Morty.
 
Diane smiled softly, “Hey Rick? I was thinking maybe we could be lab partners
this quarter? Unless Morty has you spoken for.”
 
Rick looked up to Diane, he wanted to say that he was spoken for, but what if
Morty didn’t have that class with him? He smiled awkwardly, “Sounds good Diane,
we can partner up.”
 
Morty couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous. He’d half expected Rick to pick
him as a lab partner, he was the adventure buddy after all. Then again, Diane
was his first love, he couldn’t get in the way of that. He was already lucky to
have learned so much about Rick in such a short amount of time.
 
Morty stood, “Anyone want a soda? I’m thirsty!”
 
“I’d love one!” Diane said.
 
“Y-yeah Morty, Thanks.” Rick chimed in as well.
 
Morty left leaving the pair alone. It was more uncomfortable than Rick had
anticipated it being. Diane fidgeted with her fingers finally breaking the
silence, “So the spring fling is coming up...where the girls ask the guys?”
 
“Oh...yeah. I don’t think I’ll go. I have my project for the science fair and
I’m trying to um perfect it. Plus no dates.”
 
Diane smiled, “I would be your date! Would you go with me? I could find a date
for Morty too.”
 
Rick felt utter jealousy at the thought. He tried to imagine Morty dancing with
and being romantic with some girl and every bone in his body hated it. He felt
possessively protective which was unusual for him. He looked to his feet sadly,
Morty wasn’t his to claim.
 
He didn’t know what Morty was into and he couldn’t hole him up for his own
pleasure, “Thatd be cool Diane.”
 
Diane seemed to glow from his answer, “Really?? Great!! I’m gonna go find a
date for Morty so I’ll catch up with you later!!” She ran out before Rick could
even formulate a goodbye.
 
He mumbled, “Yeah..” quietly to himself as Morty returned with three sodas.
 
Morty looked around, “Where’s gram-Diane? I um I got the sodas!”
 
“She left, I have a date for the spring fling and um..so do you.”
 
Morty looked down at the drinks, “Well dang, I guess I have two sodas..w-wait
what??? Like... with a girl?”
 
“Yeah. Like with a girl.” Rick responded sadly.
 
“Oh...I-I’ve never had a date..Geeze. I don’t even know how to dance. Do you??”
Morty asked.
Rick looked surprised. Morty had never had a date?? He couldn’t grasp that.
Morty was kind, and brave and extraordinarily handsome. Girls had absolutely
zero taste if they couldn’t see that, “N-not really. I’m surprised you’ve never
had a date either.”
 
“Yeah. I’m not very- not really schwifty with the ladies.” Morty froze, “Did I
just say that? Never mind, we have to prepare for this.” Morty grabbed Rick’s
arm pulling him along.
 
“Wait, schwifty?” Rick had never heard that word before in his life.
 
Morty chuckled, “D-don’t think about it.” They reached Rick’s room with Morty
locking the door behind them. He turned to face Rick, “So, I’ll start off as
the girl.”
 
Rick’s heart pounded as Morty put Rick’s hands on his waist, placing his own on
Rick’s shoulders, “Ready?”
 
“Yeah...left foot?”
 
“I’ll follow you.” Morty replied. Rick nodded and began trying to lead them,
stepping on Morty’s foot.
 
Rick let go, “S-sorry! Maybe Diane will lead me?”
 
Morty nodded, “Yeah maybe! Here um..” Morty placed his hands on Rick’s waist.
He could feel Rick’s lean body through his clothing, looking at Rick’s face he
still couldn’t believe it was him. He wished he had picked up even a quarter of
the handsome genes Rick seemed to carry.
 
He started moving them, getting lost in his own thoughts. He tripped falling
forwards. Suddenly he was on top of Rick, straddling him. Rick felt himself
instantly harden, Morty seemed oblivious, only worried about Rick.
 
He sat up straighter, putting more pressure on Rick’s member, “A-are you ok?
I’m so sorry!”
 
Rick stared at Morty breathlessly, trying not to moan, “No..I’m ok.” He slid
out from under Morty hoping he hadn’t noticed anything, “Maybe we should get
our clothes tomorrow?”
 
Morty nodded climbing into Rick’s bed, “Y-Yeah. Let’s skip school tomorrow. We
can t-take our time.”
 
Rick climbed beside Morty, facing his hard on away, “Skip school?”
 
Morty chuckled as he began to sleep, “Yeah, stay with me.”
 
Rick didn’t respond. It would seem that for the first time in his life he
wouldn’t have a perfect attendance record.
***** A Kiss Goodbye *****
The next morning Rick woke up as if he were going to go to school. He laid in
bed waiting for Morty to wake up, never having skipped a day of school before.
Morty was sleeping angelically which didn’t exactly surprise Rick.
 
Morty probably was an angel. He was too perfect to actually have stayed at his
place two nights in a row and not be tired of him. He leaned down and kissed
Morty’s cheek softly.
 
Morty began to stir, “M-morning Rick!” He said grinning.
 
Rick pulled back as quickly as he could, “Hey Morty...ready to shop?”
 
Morty stretched, “Sure am. Gotta make sure you show off the goods right!”
 
Rick rolled his eyes playfully, “Sure. So where should we go? What about
goodwill?”
 
Morty laughed, “Look out ladies, thrift shop scientists are coming at you!”
Morty laughed so hard he rolled off the bed forcing Rick to laugh as well.
 
“Well we could always steal something nice.” He suggested.
 
Morty pretended to be offended, throwing Rick’s pillow at him, “Rick Sanchez!”
 
Rick laughed more, “You got any ideas??”
 
Morty stood, “There was a boutique on the way to the school, we could try
there?”
 
“A boutique. Yeah, maybe we can get something for our dates.” Rick suggested.
 
Morty didn’t respond to that. He’d had Rick to himself so much that he wasn’t
enjoying the idea of having to give that up. He couldn’t figure out what
exactly was wrong with him. He wanted Rick to be happy but he also selfishly
only wanted his happiness to revolve him. He felt ashamed of that feeling.
 
When they arrived Morty had picked out a few suits for them to try. He tried
his on first stepping out of the dressing room to put on a show.
 
Morty did a twirl, “What do you think? Too simple?” Rick observed the classic
black suit donned with a yellow bow around his neck. The suit made him look
amazingly gentlemanly.
 
Rick swallowed hard, “No...y-you look- you look good.”
 
Morty felt so exposed by the way Rick was looking at him, he wanted to see that
face even more despite knowing it was utterly wrong to have such thoughts. If
Rick knew who Morty truly was to him, he was certain he would have never seen
those eyes gaze at him that way.
 
Morty blushed, “Time to get you gussied up then. Try this one! It- it’ll really
bring out your eyes.”
 
“You think so?” Rick took the suit and went to put it on. Thoughts raced
through Morty’s mind about his strange feelings towards Rick. It wasn’t until
Rick came out, looking like a modern day god that he knew he was utterly
screwed.
 
His heart practically halted at the sight of Rick, “Damn you look... you
look... I mean if I was a girl I would- I mean that’s weird...sorry. Um, you-
you’re very handsome.”
 
“You really think so?” Rick asked hopefully.
 
Morty smiled, “Yeah..”
 
They stood there staring at eachother before Rick cleared his throat, “So um,
flowers right?”
 
“R-right...which ones do you like?”
 
“Me? The...the sunflower one.” Rick watched as Morty picked up the sunflower
bouquet, the yellow clashing perfectly with Morty’s appearance.
 
“That’s what I’ll do then. You always pick the right things.” Rick smiled
softly as they both checked out.
They began carrying the bags home when they heard a gruff voice call out to
them, “Hey there faggots.”
 
“God damn it,” Morty whispered irritated. He turned to see the same bully from
the school, “What do you want??”
 
The bully smirked, “I want you two to disappear off of this planet.”
 
Rick couldn’t allow Morty to defend him twice, he knew this was his opportunity
to stick up for Morty. He growled, “You know what?? F-fuck off asshole! Go
shove your tiny dick in a fucking blender.”
 
The bully looked surprised while Morty couldn’t help but be proud. That was the
Rick he knew. The bully began to charge Rick, and Morty had noticed it just a
minute faster. He jumped in front of Rick taking a hit straight to his face.
 
The bully laughed as Morty fell to the ground, “Aww like a genuine lover. Watch
yourself Sanchez or that’ll be you.” The bully cracked his knuckles and headed
off in the direction he came from.
 
Rick knelt down beside Morty, “Morty...I-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
 
Morty wiped some blood from his lips, “A-are you ok?”
 
Rick helped Morty stand, “Why are you worried about me??”
 
“B-because you are who I care about...Can I stay at your place again?”
 
Rick felt so honored he almost missed the last part, “Again? Where’s your home
Morty?”
 
“It-um, it’s over by the school but my parents aren’t really ever home..” it
wasn’t exactly a lie.
 
Rick nodded as if he understood that explanation, “Yeah you can stay any time
you want, I...I don’t mind.”
 
They entered the home noticing Rick’s parents were sitting on opposite ends of
the living room, “Who’s your friend Rick?” His mom called out.
 
Rick stopped to answer her, “Oh, this is my friend Morty. We met at school.”
 
Rick’s mom smiled, “Study buddies? That’s sweet.”
 
Rick’s dad grunted, “He doesn’t need a ‘study buddy’.”
 
Rick’s mom glared at him, “There’s nothing wrong with him studying with
others.”
 
“That’s what idiots do.” Rick’s dad bit back.
 
Morty could tell Rick was enraged by his father’s comment, so he chose to step
in, “Um...y-yeah. I’m actually a bit behind and- and Rick is getting extra
marks for- for tutoring me and all.”
 
Rick’s dad huffed a bit, “I see. Well, good job helping the less fortunate
Rick.”
 
Rick grabbed Morty’s arm and pulled him into the garage. They set their bags
down as Rick punched the wall by his bed. Morty tried to calm him, “Don’t worry
about, about what he said. I’m actually used to that.”
 
Rick said nothing, only noticing Morty’s busted lip. He left the room and
quickly returned with an ice pack in hand. He placed it gently on Morty’s lips,
“H-he shouldn’t have...you aren’t an idiot Morty.”
 
Morty felt his heart racing, Rick had never said anything as kind as that.
Morty placed his hand on top of Rick’s shaking hand to help steady him, “You
are...you’re a lot sweeter than I expected.”
 
“Kindness goes a long way..” Rick stated, “S-something I learned from you.”
 
Morty felt Rick move the ice pack, his eyes staring at his now plump and pink
lips, “You’re an amazing friend Morty...” he whispered softly.
 
Morty felt his heart beat so strongly he worried everyone in the whole house
would hear it. He kept his hands placed on Rick’s, “You are my best friend
Rick. A-and our friendship? It’s gonna- it’s gonna span across the galaxy.
Across entire dimensions!” Morty laid down on the bed, and Rick laid down
beside him. He couldn’t possibly fall asleep though, not after what Morty had
just said.
 
Morty awkwardly croaked out, “Sorry if what I said was- was cheesy.”
 
Rick turned to face Morty, “No! It was perfect. Thank you.”
 
Morty turned and faced Rick as well, noticing Rick’s eyes tracing his lips
again. He gulped, “How...far have you been with a girl?”
 
“Not far at all..” Rick whispered.
 
“I’ve never even..had my first kiss. What if on my date I mess things up?”
Morty asked, hoping his intentions weren’t too obvious.
 
Rick smiled a bittersweet smile, “I bet you’ll be amazing.” Rick admitted.
 
Morty inched forward, “Maybe... maybe we should um..practice?” Morty hid his
face, “Nevermind, I’m s-sorry that’s-“
 
“Okay..” Rick said, pulling Morty’s hands away. He leaned in and pressed his
lips against Morty’s. Morty’s tongue moved to go against his.
 
Rick shivered as Morty pulled away, “W-was that bad?” Morty asked.
 
Rick looked as if he were in heaven, “So good..” he kissed Morty again, moving
to be on top of him. Morty pulled Rick’s hair lightly as he bit his lower lip.
Rick moaned into the kiss. He moved his hands under Morty’s shirt, ripping a
gasp from him.
 
“S-sorry I didn’t mean to.”
 
Rick kissed down Morty’s neck, “Morty...I love you.”
 
Morty melted slightly in those words before Diane’s face floated through his
mind, “W-Wait what about Diane? She um... she seemed into you?”
 
“She’s..she’s a nice girl. But, I love a much nicer boy.”
 
Morty was beginning to panic, he’d let it all drift too far. Without Diane he
wouldn’t even exist at all, “I’m just..just an awkward kid you could have
anyone and-“
 
“And I want you....do you not like me?”
 
Morty could hear Rick’s heart sinking. He moved his hand to Rick’s jaw, “Thats
not! I do...and the kiss was- it felt good and you are really h-handsome...I
mean there’s a lot of..a lot of variables and-“
 
Rick silenced him with his lips, “I love you...so how do you feel?”
 
“I- I’ve always loved you Rick just-“
 
Rick kissed him again, hearing that Morty loved him was enough to ignite a fire
within him that he’d never felt before. Morty wanted to pull away, to stop
himself from hurting Rick this way, but a bigger part of him wanted this more.
 
He tried to convince himself, Rick would never remember such a short fling.
Morty moved to take Rick’s shirt off as Rick returned the favor, “Rick I’ve
never...um.”
 
“I haven’t either.” Rick assured him. He kissed down Morty’s bare chest,
sliding his pants down his legs slowly and sensually. Morty moaned as Rick
peppered kisses to his inner thighs. Morty watched as Rick undid his own pants,
his erection clear as day even in the darkness of the garage.
 
Rick rubbed his bulge against Morty’s, enjoying the sounds he made at such
contact, “M-Morty.. it feels so good.”
 
Morty could only cling to Rick, desperate to have more of him. He began to
slide down his boxers watching Rick eye him hungrily. Morty pulled Rick’s
boxers down, immediately beginning to stroke him.
 
Rick moaned as he pushed into Morty’s hand, “F-fuck. Wait, let me um.” Rick
left his own pleasure at bay as he positioned himself between Morty’s legs. He
gave Morty’s head a tentative lick.
 
Morty gasped in pleasure, “Rick...please.”
 
Rick smirked as he began to suck Morty enthusiastically. Morty could feel
himself on the verge as Rick traced every vein with his tongue.
 
He pushed Rick away, “Rick...I need...I need more.”
 
Rick nodded, “I don’t..I don’t have lube.”
 
Morty frowned, “Oh, well...that’s ok we can-“
 
He felt Rick’s tongue against his puckered entrance. Morty moved the pillow
over his face to mute his sounds. He never expected him to do that and felt he
could die of pleasurable embarrassment. He could feel Rick smirking as he
pulled away.
 
Morty went to look at him. He saw him lick his hand and begin rubbing until his
precum joined into the slickness. He lined himself up with Morty, not quite
sure what exactly he was doing. He figured it couldn’t be too bad and pushed
himself fully in in one go.
 
Morty cried out in pain, “Sh-shit!”
 
“A-are you alright?? I’m sorry!” Rick apologized, kissing Morty’s neck. Morty
ran his fingers through Rick’s hair, “I-it’s ok. Just...go slow.”
 
Rick nodded moving his hips slowly back and forth. The hot tightness was
squeezing Rick just right, and he worried he wouldn’t even last long enough to
make it pleasant for Morty.
 
He moved upward a bit, hearing Morty moan exotically, “W-whatever you just did,
more. Do it again.” Rick made the same motion again, forcing Morty to arch his
back in pleasure.
 
The sight turned Rick on immensely. He could feel himself pulsing inside of
Morty. He began to move faster, aiming to hit the same spot relentlessly.
Morty’s moans grew louder. Rick kissed him in both desperate desire and to mask
some of his sounds.
 
He pounded into him harder and faster, beginning to stroke him unevenly at the
same time. Rick felt Morty cum, spurts of him flowing down Rick’s hand.
 
Rick moved to taste it, knowing he caused Morty that pleasure pushing him over
the edge as he released inside of Morty, trying to push a few more times after.
He pulled out of the tight heat unwillingly, and held Morty closely to him.
 
He felt himself falling asleep as he cradled the one person he cared about, “L-
love you Morty.”
 
“I love you Rick.” Morty replied. He knew he couldn’t stay after that. He’d
already ruined enough. Rick awoke the next morning alone with nothing but a
note beside him that read, ‘Rick and Morty for 100 years. I love you Rick.’
***** The Aftermath *****
Morty zapped into his own timeline, his heart aching. How could he have let
himself fall for his own grandfather? How could he have allowed things to get
so intimate? He could still feel Rick’s touch, his kiss as if it had just
happened. He touched his lip, no longer busted up or bleeding. It was as if it
had all been a dream.
 
He went to Rick’s garage placing the gun on his desk, “Thanks I um...found my
English work.”
 
“Thought it was math?” Rick asked.
 
Morty felt his throat go dry, “Did I say math? S-sorry I misspoke.”
 
Rick rolled his eyes as he went back to his work. Morty frowned, “Y-you could
be nicer to me you know. My best friend t-told me once that kindness goes a
long way..”
 
Rick scoffed, “Never got me anywhere, and your friend is probably an idiot
then.”
 
Morty balled up his fists in anger, “Actually he- he’s a genius and- and I
loved him. Real love! You know the kind you make a mockery of.”
 
“Well that sucks *burp* for you two doesn’t it?”
 
Morty’s eyes welled with tears, “Y-Yeah...for me.”
 
Rick flinched as the garage door slammed behind him. He knew the day would come
when Morty would do all of this. He should have stopped him but he knew he
couldn’t. His first love looked exactly how he remembered only now, he was
nothing to him.
 
He felt a tear fall down his cheek, “Whatever...this is all his fault.”
 
Morty stayed in his room for three days, refusing to eat or go to school. Rick
fought every urge he had to comfort him. He’d been bitter for so many years. He
assumed Morty had acted out in selfish impulse. He never expected the encounter
would hurt him the same way.
 
Beth looked around the dinner table noting Morty’s absence, “Anyone seen
Morty?”
 
“He’s in his room..” Rick said guiltily.
 
“Still? Is he sick?” She asked with concern. Rick shrugged trying to appear
uninterested in it entirely. Beth sighed, “Dad can you check on him?”
 
Rick set down his silverware, “Fine.”
 
He stood and made his way to Morty’s room. Morty was asleep on his bed, still
as beautiful as ever. Rick took a sip from his flask, “Morty.”
 
Morty began mumbling in his sleep, “Rick...l-love you...so...so s-sorry..”
 
Rick’s heart ached. If he was fifteen again he would have wrapped him up in his
arms and made all the pain disappear. He’d make him squirm and beg and shower
him in pleasure and love, but he couldn’t now.
 
Not now that he knew who Morty was to him, not now that he was old enough to
have one foot in the grave, “M-Morty...” he tried again.
 
Morty began to toss and turn, “Rick...Rick...p-please k-kiss me...” Rick felt
stunned, “Don’t h-hate me..” Morty whined as a tear drop fell.
 
Rick felt himself on the verge of crying himself, he really had been Morty’s
first love. All this time Rick thought he had been abandoned so that’s what he
inevitably did to everyone he tried to care for. When he found Morty again it
was the darkest twists of fate. He figured it all had to be lies.
 
But, watching Morty in such turmoil the youthful memories inside of him wanted
to see that as a sign that Morty truly wanted him then. Rick shook the boy in
desperation, “Morty..wake up!”
 
Morty shot up from his nightmare clinging to Rick. He inhaled smelling Rick’s
scent so close, feeling his warmth. Rick’s heart leapt as Morty pulled away,
“S-sorry...what’s up?”
 
Rick could hardly think, wanting to pull Morty back in, “Wanna go on an
adventure?”
 
“An adventure? Y-yeah...where to?” Morty asked hopefully.
 
“Blips and chitz. I’m...I’m up for a game.” Rick said, leading Morty to his
ship. When they arrived Rick expected Morty to do the usual and head to Roy or
test out new games. Instead his eyes watched the boy go to the almost empty
classic section. He approached a pac man game, putting in a coin to play.
 
At the end of his game his score landed just under Rick’s, “Damn..” Morty said
sadly.
 
Rick looked at him sympathetically, “You um...you just have to know the
algorithm to beat it.”
 
“I’m not that smart.. I once l-let a bully bust my lip for my friend... that’s
the extent of my wits.”
 
Rick remembered all too clearly what Morty had done, “Well your friend
should’ve- should’ve protected you.”
 
“I didn’t want to b-be protected. I would’ve taken that hit a million times.”
Morty felt on the verge of tears, Rick really didn’t remember. It made him feel
foolish to think Rick ever shared the love he had felt.
 
Rick took a swig of alcohol, “Wasn’t enough to keep you it seems.”
 
Morty wiped his tears, “He did everything right. Perfect. But I would’ve ruined
the future...I-I mean his future, by...by loving him.”
 
Rick nearly dropped his alcohol. He had never thought about that even with as
smart as he was. If Morty would have stayed, he would have died. Rick would
have lost him for good. Rick looked at Morty, feeling all of his feelings swirl
in his mind.
 
The blame he’d built up in his head, he’d carried it around and taken that out
on the only person he ever loved for something beyond his control.
“You...you should tell him that. When you see him.”
 
“He wouldn’t remember. I’m a spec of d-dust next to people like him.” Morty
admitted sadly. Rick couldn’t hold it back any longer. He grabbed Morty, making
a portal for the garage.
 
He let go of Morty and turned to face him, “I know everything Morty. You h-
honestly think I’d forget? Y-you think you were just like every other f-fuck
I’ve had? Just another check on the god damn list?? Is- is that what you
think??”
 
Morty’s mouth dropped, “Rick, no! I-I’m sorry! I just... I wanted to be closer
to you... I didn’t expect to fall in love.”
 
Rick sighed, “You should have never gone back at all.”
 
“I know...I f-fucked up. But I don’t regret it. You c-can hate me if you want
to.” Morty stated.
 
“I can’t hate you. All you did was teach me that love is- is nothing b-but a
weakening emotion.” Rick admitted to him.
 
Morty felt his heart sink, that’s never what he wanted, “Rick...n-
no...it’s...not. It’s beautiful and it spans across time..even now.” He pulled
Rick to him kissing him passionately, touching every part of him he could
reach.
 
Rick accidentally allowed himself to moan, feeling as though they had drifted
back in time. On Morty’s tongue he felt every emotion he had pushed away rush
back. He pulled away, breathing heavily,
 
“D-don’t be afraid,” Morty said, “I’m not g-going anywhere this time.”
 
Rick chuckled at the irony, “W-we can’t do anything this time. I’m an old man
now. Your grandfather no less.”
 
Morty scrunched his brows, “So? Tell me it meant nothing to you. That’s the
only way I’ll give up. The only way I’ll let my love die too.”
 
Rick couldn’t say that. Morty had been his only love for his entire life. Morty
was why his marriage failed, why his relationships failed. No matter how hard
he tried he couldn’t let go of him. “I can’t do this Morty. I’m not that boy
anymore.”
 
“Y-yes you are Rick. And I won’t stop trying. I love you, and I’ll keep
fighting for us.” Morty left the garage in determination leaving Rick to sit in
the ruins of his own confusion.
 
Why didn’t he just stop Morty from ever going back? He knew the answer to that
was simple. It was the only time in his life that he was truly happy, and he
selfishly couldn’t take that away, even if he knew it meant a lifetime Of
repercussions and loneliness.
***** Of Longing and Cowardice *****
The next morning Rick hoped Morty would have let the whole thing go. The family
went to Shoney’s for breakfast and the minute Rick sat down Morty sat down
directly next to him.
 
Rick had eyed him with irritation but Morty was either too stubborn or too
oblivious to take the hint. Rick could smell that Morty was definitely trying,
his cologne reaching Rick and bringing back very intimate memories he wished he
could forget.
 
Jerry was the first to cut into the awkward silence, “I did always love this
place...so homey!! And we are here together as a family!” Rick looked to Morty
who was smirking at the last comment Jerry had made.
 
Rick rolled his eyes, “Shut up Jerry and eat your damn food.”
 
Beth looked concerned at Rick, “Dad, are you ok?”
 
Summer chuckled, “Leave it to mom to think Rick being bitchy is abnormal.”
 
Rick glared at Summer who was furiously texting, “What boyfriend number is this
Summer? Two?”
 
Summer shrugged, “Its not my fault two boys like me.”
 
Morty looked at Rick, “You know Rick you’ve been in love more than once too.”
 
Beth grinned, “Really? Dad! You never said anything!”
 
“You’re right. I didn’t say anything.” Rick replied, keeping his eyes fixed on
Morty.
 
“It was before Diane, so why would you?” Morty argued, the stare down becoming
more intense.
 
“That’s “gramma” to you, Morty.” Rick snipped.
 
Morty chuckled, “Oh my bad, Rick.”
 
Beth ignored them waving passively, “Well you certainly don’t have to talk
about it.”
 
“Why not?? The rest of us have been open and honest.” Jerry pointed out to her.
 
Morty looked to his family, his face remaining neutral, “I haven’t.”
 
Summer looked up from her phone in surprise, “You’re dating some one???”
 
“D-dated...not dating.” Morty corrected.
 
“Oh my god who??? Do I know her??” Summer interrogated. Morty could see Rick
tense.
 
Morty shook his head, “Its a him.”
 
“Him? I thought you fancied the ladies Morty.” Jerry added.
 
Beth gasped setting her drink down, “Jerry! He can like whoever he wants to.”
 
“I’m just saying that’s what I thought!” Jerry defended himself.
 
“I honestly can’t see how you even got a guy to date you.” Summer said, more to
herself than to add to the conversation.
 
Morty smirked as his leg accidentally bumped into Rick’s. Morty could see a
light pink paint his face. In an effort to be bold he spoke confidently, “Well,
it w-was good for him, so.”
 
“I doubt that.” Rick retorted, his cheeks getting redder.
 
“What’s his name Morty?” Beth asked, a smile lighting her face.
 
“Actually his name was R-“
 
“Eric,” Rick interrupted Morty, “Um Morty told me his name was Eric.” Rick
added some booze to his drink as Morty simply sat there smugly.
 
“Eric...wait what about Jessica?” Jerry questioned.
 
Morty shrugged, “I don’t know what to say dad. I love a-rick.” Morty tried to
stifle his giggles as Rick went wide eyed at the boy. Morty added behind his
giggles, “R-rick met him once.”
 
Summer looked to Rick, “You met him?? What’s he like??”
 
Morty clenched his fists to keep himself as straight faced as possible, “Y-yeah
Rick...w-what’s he..pfft...what’s he like??”
 
Rick fumbled for his words, “He..uh.. well I never really. I don’t think it’s
my b-business to-“
 
Morty answered for him with a grin, “He’s tall, smart. He’s a- he’s a lot like
Rick actually.” Morty could feel Rick kick his leg under the table as he hid
his laughing face.
 
Beth smiled warmly, “Must be smart to be like dad!”
 
“How did you snag a smart one? Because it certainly wasn’t your rugged good
looks.” Summer laughed out.
 
Beth came to Morty’s defense, “Well Eric must have seen that he’s sweet, that’s
easy.”
 
Jerry nodded, “Yeah...but how could he,” He motioned to Morty, “Miss the rest
of him? He’s not exactly matched for brains here.”
 
Morty frowned, “He said I wasn’t an idiot.”
 
Rick looked down to Morty. He had never thought he was. He had handled his
father’s disapproval the best he could but watching him or anyone tear down
Morty was usually his line. It still baffled him that he was the only one that
saw the good in the kid.
 
Summer chuckled, “Eric lied then.”
 
Morty’s face fell more, and Rick felt like he was fifteen all over again. Rick
sighed quietly, “Morty...Morty’s a nice kid. He probably figured his heart w-
was worth more than any brains he c-could’ve found.”
 
Beth teared up at her father’s words, “Awww dad. That’s what I thought.”
 
Morty moved his hand under the table to hold Rick’s. Rick felt his breath stop
as Morty entangled their fingers. Rick looked to Morty’s face which seemed as
confused and lost as he had felt when Morty left him all those years ago.
 
Rick stood abruptly, all eyes on him at that point, “Breakfast was good but,
I’ve got *burp* I’ve got shit to do.” Without another word he left, leaving
Morty to spend the rest of his breakfast in silence.
 
Rick spent his time drinking himself stupid. Alcohol seemed to be the only
thing that could make things better. It would either dim his memories enough to
be normal around Morty, or dim them so much he didn’t have to think again until
it was time to deal with the hangover.
 
The only downside he saw to the drinking was that every so often it would force
him to dream about Morty, about the things he could no longer have despite
wanting it with everything inside of him.
 
He took a long sip of booze, “FUCK.” He yelled. His hand still tingled from
where Morty had touched him. He couldn’t believe he was that depraved. He knew
the whole thing was wrong but his heart wouldn’t let go of the past.
 
To him, Morty was his high school sweetheart and he was forced to endure his
presence all day like he didn’t want to touch the most inappropriate places on
him. He could remember the days after Morty had disappeared, and the years of
misery to follow.
 
A week had past since Morty had gone and for Rick that meant right back into
the friendless bully-filled routine he had started in. He walked up to his
locker, his fresh black eye a reminder of Morty’s absence.
 
Diane skipped to Rick’s locker only to notice his face, “They got you
again....where’s your friend?? Marty?”
 
“Morty.” Rick corrected, “A-and he left.” Rick was trying not to cry, to avoid
feeling like even more of a sissy about it. He wondered if it had been his
fault. Had their intimate moment scared him away?
 
Diane looked thoughtful, “Did his parents move already?”
 
“I-I don’t know..he didn’t exactly g-give an explanation..”
 
Diane rubbed Rick’s arm, “Maybe he was trying to spare your feelings? Hey,
spring fling is tonight. We’ll have a good time and get you all cheered up,
ok?”
 
Rick nodded absentmindedly, “Y-yeah. Sure Diane.” Rick felt as though he was
just drifting. He felt out of sync like a passenger in a lifeless body.
 
In his room laid Morty’s suit staring at him mockingly. Rick held it close to
him, sniffing out every last trace of him that he could. He could see Morty’s
smile, his green eyes in the light of a sunset. He could practically hear his
pleas for more every time the moon rose in the sky.
 
Tears fell down Rick’s face, “Morty...” he laid the suit down, putting his own
on miserably. As he went to tie the bow, his door opened.
 
His mother poked her head in, “Hey Rick, wow! Look at you!” Rick turned to face
her, and she could immediately notice his eyes were red and his face was pale.
Her voice softened, “Are you ok?”
 
Rick nodded, “Y-yeah. Just getting ready.” Rick’s mother walked behind him to
help tie his bow. As she did she noticed Morty’s letter to Rick on his dresser.
Her heart sank. Her son was heartbroken and trying to carry such a burden
alone. She could have laughed, it was his father’s fault for that no doubt.
 
She gave Rick’s shoulder an assuring pat, “There honey....so...I haven’t seen
that study buddy in a while. You two still ok?”
 
Rick’s eyes watered, “Um...well he..he left town, so.”
 
“I see.” She spoke so softly it was almost a whisper. She turned Rick to face
her, “Can I give you some advice?” Rick nodded silently.
 
She tried to find a way to phrase what she wanted to say in a way that wouldn’t
embarrass him, “If...if you are wanting something that seems to be falling
apart you only have two options. To fight, or to give up...and Rick Sanchez is
no quitter. Is he?”
 
Rick smiled as he wiped a tear away, “No.”
 
Rick’s mom smiled, “Use that brain of yours to get what you need, don’t let
yourself regret a thing.” She reached for the note, folding it and tucking it
down into Rick’s tux pocket. Rick looked to her surprised as she patted it
safely to Rick’s chest.
 
As she turned to leave Rick asked, “Do you think I’ll ever see him again?”
 
She thought for a moment before answering, “I think if you care about
eachother, you’ll find your way. If he’s what you want, don’t settle for less.
Don’t...don’t end up like me Rick. Promise me.”
 
“I p-promise mom.” Rick promised.
 
“Well then go on to your date.” Rick’s mom said with a smile.
 
Rick grinned, “Y-yeah. Time to get schwifty.” Rick had charged into the night
confidently. However as he led Diane to dance, memories of Morty flooded him
painfully. Diane was by far the better dancer, but somehow Rick would have
taken his toes being stepped on by Morty if he could.
 
Rick pulled away from Diane, “I-I need some air. I’ll be right back ok?”
 
Diane smiled, “Ok! I’ll get some punch!”
 
Rick stepped outside taking a deep breath. It was short lived as he felt his
collar tugged.
 
His bully grinning like a cat, “Sanchez, what a surprise. Where’s your lover?”
Rick knew he couldn’t continue this way, so he did the only thing he thought
would end it all.
 
He growled, “I-I’m not gay! Ok? I love Diane!”
 
The bully let go of him in surprise, “Really now? Prove it. Kiss her for me and
I’ll leave you alone.”
 
Rick regretted his words instantly. He felt immeasurable guilt. He had just
promised his mother to be true to himself. Certainly this would hurt Morty if
he ever returned to him. He turned, making his way towards Diane.
 
The bully followed, watching silently as Rick made his way to her. She faced
him with a dazzling smile. He closed his eyes tight and imagined his first kiss
with Morty. His lips pressed against Diane’s and for a moment he almost
believed the lies of his imagination.
 
He pulled away to see Diane blushing wildly, and his bully smirking, diverting
his attentions elsewhere. Rick felt worse than garbage. He had sold out because
he was a coward.
 
Morty would have taken the hit. Morty would have said fuck the dance. Morty
would have displayed his love proudly and...
 
Morty...left.
 
After the dance he walked in the cold darkness of the evening. Rick glanced to
the moon, whispering his apologies to the breeze. He hoped wherever Morty was,
he heard them.
***** Haunted *****
Rick had made it home despite the dragging of his feet. He entered the front,
loosening his blue tie. His father was drinking in the living room. It was
dimly lit and he appeared to have been drunk.
 
His father looked up to see Rick, “How was the dance?” He asked with obvious
sarcasm.
 
Rick knew if he said too much it would turn into a complete mockery and that
was the last thing he needed. Rick shrugged, “Ok. I’m going to bed.”
 
Rick tried to leave for his room but was stopped quickly, “Come here Rick.” His
father commanded.
 
Rick winced but obliged, turning to come face to face with his father, “Yeah?”
 
His father took a sip of booze, “I think y-you’re old enough *burp* big boy now
to know that I’m leaving your mom.”
 
Rick felt his emotions drain from him. All he could picture was his mother’s
encouraging words and kindness morphing into tears and loneliness. Rick balled
his fists, “Y-Yeah, figured you might.” He answered trying to leave again.
 
His father stood and yelled loudly, “Quit that-that damn attitude and sit the
fuck down.”
 
Rick faced him angrily, “What do you want?!”
 
His father laughed with a small smirk, “What a shame. All- all that brain
wasted on your fucking feelings. There’s only one truth for us Rick: Sanchez
men were meant to be alone.” He burped loudly as he sat back down, “Get your
head on right, Rick. F-fucking man up. All this lovey dovey shits making me
sick.”
 
Rick tried desperately to bite back his temper as he responded, “Y-you’re
right. Much better to become a j-jaded asshole.”
 
Rick’s dad laughed, “You wanna be like your mom s-so bad Rick, b-but you
aren’t. Men like us? We realize all too quickly nothing matters.”
 
“I’m nothing like you.” Rick argued angrily.
 
His dad only smiling, “You’ll see Rick.”
 
Rick ignored him and stormed to his room slamming the door, “Bastard!” He spoke
with irritation and fury. He pulled out Morty’s note, tracing the words as if
doing so would fix everything. He laid down and closed his eyes, wishing he
could feel Morty beside him.
 
Rick groggily awoke, realizing he had passed out in the garage after his
massive drinking session. Morty was sitting at his work bench looking at
project plans he didn’t understand as he waited for Rick to stir. Morty noticed
Rick shifting on his cot and moved to stand beside him.
 
Rick’s eyes began to focus, setting on Morty’s face, “M-Morty?”
 
Morty smiled warmly at Rick’s loving expression. Unfortunately it had faded as
quickly as it had come.
 
Rick sat up straighter as he became more and more alert, “What are you doing in
here?” He asked.
 
Morty ruffled his own hair, “I wanted to spend the day with you.”
 
Rick pinched the bridge of his nose, grumbling, “Pass Morty, g-go- just play
some video games or something.” Morty ignored him, choosing to sit beside Rick.
Rick remained as still as he could. He knew if he shot up and ran away it would
just continue to fuel the boy’s attempts.
 
Morty sighed, “R-rick it all still feels so- so fresh to me, like it just- like
I just went through it. If you honestly don’t want to be with me...how long
will it take for me to let go?”
 
“I don’t know Morty. I’m not you.” Rick responded. He knew the answer for
himself was that he didn’t, but who knew if Morty would be the same.
 
Morty looked up at Rick, “Did you ever go? T-to the dance?” Morty asked him.
 
Rick nodded solemnly, “Y-yeah.”
 
Morty smiled, “Did she trip on you?”
 
Rick couldn’t help but smirk, “She was pretty good actually.”
 
Morty chuckled, “I wish I could’ve gone with you, I really-“
 
“Morty! You’re gonna be late for school!!” Beth called from the front. Morty
sighed and stood. Morty glanced at Rick with pain in his eyes. He didn’t know
exactly how to phrase what he was wanting to say to him, so he left without any
more words.
 
Rick knew that feeling all to well, but in his mind he was glad Morty wasn’t
there to see what had transpired that night.
 
After Morty returned home from school Rick sat on separate ends of the couch
from Morty, awkwardly watching tv and trying to appear as normal as possible
for Beth and Summer. Morty kept chancing glances at Rick who hadn’t gone to
look at him once. He couldn’t deny the sting of that.
 
The front door swung open as Jerry burst into the house, “Guess who is newly
employed and has two thumbs? This guy!!!”
 
“Who cares *burp* Jerry?” Rick shut him down, continuing to watch the tv.
 
Jerry simply smiled, “I am in such a good mood I’m going to ignore that.
Besides, I didn’t get to the best part!”
 
“No more mooching on my salary?” Beth quipped.
 
“No more late night crying sessions in the bathroom?” Summer added.
 
Jerry quickly defended, “Its not my fault your bedroom is by the- Wait no! My
job, it’s for a theme park! I run the spooooky house exhibit!”
 
“So-so that’s the level of skill these days Jerry?” Rick chided him.
 
“Still ignoring!” Jerry replied, “Look it’s free for family’s of the workers,
it could be fun! Who’s in??”
 
“Sounds like a mini family adventure, right dad?” Beth smiled, looking towards
Rick.
 
Rick was going to say no when Morty spoke, “I’ll go if Rick goes.”
 
“Please Rick?? I want video proof that Morty screams like a girl.” Summer
begged.
 
Rick sighed, “F-fine. But I’m bitching the whole time.”
 
Morty smiled so brightly at Rick in that moment that Rick worried he’d lose all
rational thought entirely. As if that hadn’t been bad enough, Rick was stuck in
the backseat with Morty alone as Summer had chosen to ride with Beth in her
car. Rick faced out the window as Jerry sang obnoxiously loud country music.
 
Morty leaned in close to Rick, “Hey, y-you never said why you and Diane..I
mean, w-why you and gramma got divorced. Does anyone know?”
 
“No.” Rick said flatly. This was not the conversation Rick needed. The last
thing he wanted was to think about that.
 
Morty smirked, “W-was it the sex?” Rick went wide eyed as Morty continued, “B-
because maybe I should- I could go back and give a few pointers.”
 
Rick lightly punched his arm, “Sh-shut the fuck up Morty.” He intended to sound
gruffer but his reaction only served to make Morty giggle.
 
Beth, Summer, and Jerry had already made it to the front while Rick and Morty
trailed behind exchanging banter.
 
The doorman stopped them quickly, “No groups larger than three, the end trick
won’t work with any more.”
 
Beth looked back to Rick and Morty, “Those two will be in a separate group
then.” Beth said as she pointed them to the doorman. He waved them inside and
stopped Rick as he walked up.
 
Rick rolled his eyes, “My family just walked in.”
 
“You and him are going in a separate round, you’ll have to wait just a few
minutes.” Rick growled. He kept getting put alone with the one person he didn’t
want to be and it almost felt like the universe was laughing at him.
 
When they finally were allowed to enter the first thing Morty noticed was the
darkness. He liked to think he was brave when it counted but to things like
this he most certainly wasn’t.
 
“Aw Geeze why this of all the jobs?” Morty whined.
 
A zombie mannequin popped out beside him and Morty squealed. He turned too fast
and rushed headlong into Rick forcing them both on the floor. Initially Rick
hadn’t known what happened, but it became clear all too quickly as Morty raised
his head up. Their lips were centimeters apart.
 
Rick couldn’t even move, “M-Morty...” he whispered softly, “Y-you need to get
off of me.”
 
Morty’s face filled with hurt, “You don’t have to act so- like it’s d-
disgusting.”
 
Rick’s brow furrowed, “God dammit Morty you’re on my cock, ok?”
 
Morty’s mouth dropped as he quickly moved off of Rick, “S-sorry.” He managed to
say.
 
Rick was glad it was dark enough to hide his completely reddened face at this
point, “Let’s just get out of h-here.”
 
Throughout most of the house almost everything scared Morty. Rick chuckled at
how easy it seemed to frighten him. He knew little plastic toys could never do
that to him no matter how conveniently placed. However as they neared the end
he noticed Morty had grown almost silent.
 
Rick turned to find Morty was no longer trailing behind him at all. His eyes
squinted in the darkness, “Morty?” He didn’t receive an answer and in one swift
instant it was his turn to panic, “Morty cut the shit! W-where the fuck are y-
you?”
 
His heart was racing as the silence seemed to ironically get louder. He knew
his breathing was verging on hyperventilating but he couldn’t seem to keep his
concentration on it.
 
Morty walked backwards retracing his steps from where he had been. He hadn’t
immediately noticed his split from Rick but when he had his determination to
find him gave him a sudden burst of bravery in the darkness.
 
When he found a path he remembered he realized that unless you were paying
attention the path separated into three different directions, “W-what a gag..”
Morty chuckled. He could hear Rick calling for him and followed his voice
blindly.
 
Rick was imagining all the horrible outcomes that could have resulted in
Morty’s disappearance, until he heard a soft voice cut through the pitch black
room, “Rick?”
 
Rick could hardly see his figure, but he lunged for him immediately. He fell to
his knees holding him tightly, “W-where the fuck did you go??”
 
Morty blushed, wrapping his arms around Rick’s warm body. His rough hands were
wrapped around the back of Morty’s neck, showing just how much time had passed
him.
 
Morty smiled softly, “Were you...were you scared?
 
Rick grunted, removing himself from Morty’s reach, “No... of course not. What
could p-possibly happen in this shit show?”
 
Morty grinned, “You were! You were actually scared!”
 
“F-fucking drop it Morty.” Rick spat as he continued to move forward.
 
“I was too.” Morty comforted. Rick paused as Morty explained, “I found you
because I- I was scared of not b-being with you. Th-that was so scary
that...that I wasn’t scared of anything else l-looking for you.”
 
Rick felt his heart warm at Morty’s words. He held out his hand for Morty who’s
face shown pure surprise at his actions. Morty held Rick’s hand in his own as
Rick tried to act nonchalant about the matter.
 
“So we don’t get separated again.” Rick said.
 
Morty walked as closely beside Rick as he could, “You know Rick...you’ve been
handsome your whole- all your life. It’s k-kinda unfair.”
 
Rick smiled as the bitter thought that life is never fair drifted through his
brain. He didn’t speak those words though, what was done was done. When they
made it outside Morty let go of Rick as they began to approach his family.
 
Rick watched Morty discuss the haunted house with Jerry who was more than
excited that it had scared him, but Rick felt trapped in his own memories.
 
He had decided to marry Diane in his college years. Diane had been by his side
for years and in his mind, as her friend, he owed her for that time.
 
The day of the wedding he heard his mother enter his dressing room,
“Rick...what are you doing baby?”
 
Rick knew what she meant but he chose to feign ignorance, “J-just getting ready
mom.”
 
She frowned, “Rick.. is this really what you want? Be honest with me.”
 
Rick sighed, “Y-yeah mom. It’s what I want.”
 
“But what about-“
 
“He’s gone mom. W-what do you want me to do? B-be alone forever?? Sounds a lot
like dad.”
 
Rick’s mom’s eyes welled with tears, “I just...want you to be happy.”
 
It sounded so much like Morty that Rick immediately went to hold her, “Mom I’m
sorry...I’m sorry. Don’t cry ok? I...I’m happy. G-got the best mom.”
 
His mom hugged him tightly, “No regrets Rick. Don’t cause yourself to.” She let
him go and as he stood at the altar those were the words he heard.
 
He glanced at the doors of the church, hoping Morty would burst through the
doors in a magical objection. He would be older, and his kindness would have
manifested in his appearance. Would he be taller or shorter than him? Would his
hair be longer or clean cut?
 
“Do you Rick take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, until death do
you part?”
 
“I do.”
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