“Are you all ready to go?” Rick asks, and Morty glances around, mentally checking things off his list.
“Oh, just one second, I forgot my charger!” He bolts out of the room, and Rick snorts a laugh.
A minute or two goes by, and then the door opens again.
“That was quick. Are you ready to-“ Rick turns and sharply breaks off when he realizes its Beth standing behind him and not Morty.
“Dad, can I talk to you please?” She asks, all of her previous anger gone from her voice.
“Yeah, yeah of course sweetie. What’s wrong?”
“I need you to answer something honestly, I know it’s going to sound silly but I need you to be honest with me.”
Uncomfortable, Rick nods.
“Are you... are you and Morty-“ She falters, expression twisting slightly. “Are you and Morty-“
Rick flounders mentally for a second: he knew Beth was catching on but he didn’t expect her to ask him straight out so soon.
“Are Morty and I what, Beth. What exactly are you asking me?” He asks, doing his best to sound annoyed, and he thinks he sees a flicker of hope in her eyes at the anger.
“Are you and Morty involved?” She finally blurts out. “Like- physically?”
“Well come on dad, you two have been really fucking weird lately-“
“Mom what the fuck!?” Morty joins in as he returns, charger firmly grasped in his fist.
“I need your word, right now. Both of you. Tell me I’m wrong- promise me I’m wrong. Promise me or..... or don’t come back.”
“You’re wrong.” Morty says before Rick can say anything, too many thoughts whirling around in his mind. “Rick and I have just worked through a lot of our differences and we’re basically best friends.”
“Nothing is going on here, sweetheart.”
Beth looks at them both for a moment, and she eventually decides she trusts them, and her posture relaxes.
“Okay. I trust you.” She takes a step back, away from the ship, and gestures to it with her left hand. “Have fun on your trip, boys. Happy New Year.”
With that said she heads back into the house, leaving the boys alone in the garage. After a moment of silence, Rick turns to Morty.
“Can we just go please?” Morty asks weakly, tears stinging his eyes, and Rick immediately nods and opens the passenger door for him.
“Yeah- yeah let’s go, let’s get out of here.”
Morty doesn’t reply, climbing into the ship without so much of a glance toward Rick. Rick stands motionlessly by the door for a moment, brow drawn up in concern.
“Are you okay?” He asks as Morty draws his knees to his chest and buries his face in his arms.
A weak sniffle escapes the boy.
“Can we leave please?” He croaks, and Rick nods.
Quickly he closes the door and rounds the ship, climbing into his own seat. Within a minute, they’re out of the garage and in the clear midday sky. Once they’re clear of the house, Morty starts bawling.
Immediately Rick engages autopilot and turns to reach for Morty, but Morty is already climbing across the seat divider. Rick puts his seat back as far as he can and reclines it and Morty doesn’t hesitate to crawl into his lap, burying his face in the crook of Rick’s neck as shaking hands grab fistfuls of his lab coat.
Rick immediately wraps Morty into his arms, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head.
“It’s okay, baby, I’m here. I’m here, and I’ll never leave.” He whispers, and Morty nods weakly. “Rick and Morty forever and ever.”
“Rick and Morty a hundred years.” Morty croaks, and Rick manages a small smile.
“And even longer than that.”
“With everything I have.” Rick replies firmly. “I won’t let you go.”
Morty sits up so he can look Rick in the eye. His own are puffy and red rimmed from crying, and Rick lifts his hand to gently brush away the tears on Morty’s cheeks.
“We’re going to have to leave.”
“Let’s worry about that later, baby. For now, let’s focus on each other, we’ve got a few days ahead of us where we don’t have to worry about that. Right?”
“Right.” He agrees, managing a small smile.
“Beautiful.” Rick murmurs, and Morty’s cheeks flush a little darker as he giggles. “C’mere, just lemme hold you.”
Morty sags back down onto Rick’s chest, face returning to its previous burrow in Rick’s neck, and Rick’s arms immediately encase him. One moves slightly to card through Morty’s hair, and Morty sighs softly.
“As long as I’ve got you, I’ll be okay.” Morty whispers, and Rick squeezes him tighter.
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