But You Hate Me - Chapter One (Rick Sanchez/Reader)
Two years had passed since you had left him. Two whole years. You stared at the calendar, your finger falling from where it had been touching the date.
For all you knew, Rick was dead. One of his adventures finally being too dangerous for him or the years finally getting to him. Not to mention his unhealthy way of living in general.
He would sit in the garage and just work and work and not eat or sleep for sometimes 24 hours straight.
You hoped he was eating enough.
Wait.
Fuck those thoughts. He didn’t give a fuck about you and you knew it.
You wasted your last two years of college dating an old man who was emotionally unavailable and unstable in more ways than one. He was gross and uncaring and angry and an absolute asshole who didn’t give shit about anyone but himself.
Shaking your head, you walked over to grab your stuff to head out the door.
Suddenly, that familiar swirling vortex of green and yellow appearing in front of you.
“No…” You said before someone stepped through.
The portal closed. Shaggy brown hair…. yellow shirt.
“Morty?”
“H-hi…. (Y/N) …sorry to b-barge in like this. I finally figured out how to get here…”
You were a little taken aback, Morty looked so much older…. you backed up and your knees hit the back of the couch and you fell down onto it.
“S-sorry! Sorry…. (Y/N) I really need your help!” Morty rushed over to you.
You took in his appearance; he must be 17 now.
“(Y/N)!” Morty knelt in front of you, waving a hand in front of your face.
“Hey! Sorry, Morty…I’m just…shocked.”
“Y-y-yeah…S-sorry…I know…. I just r-r-really need your h-help.”
“What’s going on…?” Was Rick dead? Was he dead?
“It’s…R-r-rick!” Morty suddenly burst into tears.
“Oh, my god! Hey, it’s okay.” You pulled him into a hug. Despite these weird circumstances, it felt good to hug Morty again.
You felt ice run in your veins. This was sounding very much like he was going to say Rick was dead.
Morty calmed down and pulled away, looking at you. “I missed you.”
You smiled, “I missed you, too, kid. Now…talk to me. What’s going on?”
He took a deep breath, sitting next to you on the couch.
“Rick’s not dead! I-I-I figured you thought that…but…h-he injected himself w-w-with something…he’s been a-asleep for four days straight s-since…I-I-I d-don’t know what i-it w-was…”
His voice shook as he started to cry again.
“Morty, it was probably just some intergalactic drug…like space heroin or something. It’s okay, he’s alive, right? You know…I made it very clear to Rick I didn’t want to see him again and he said some choice words that…implied that he felt the same way.” You smiled awkwardly.
“Y-yes…I-I-I know…b-but…. he really needs you right now.” Morty said seriously.
“Why? Why me? I’m sure he’s had plenty of women after me that he can get comfort from.” You chuckled, your face burning as memories of Rick came flooding back.
“N-n-no! No! He hasn’t! Th-th-that’s the thing!”
You actually laughed out loud, “Morty, oh my god, that’s such a lie!”
“No…(Y/N) …y-y-you should know something…”
“What’s that?” You were curious.
“S-s-so after he shot up w-with whatever…two days a-a-after…some Ricks from the Citadel came and g-got him…to t-t-take him the hospital on the Citadel, I-I-I think. They asked i-i-if he had a (Y/N) …”
“Wh-what?!”
“S-so…I’m guessing that m-means your bond is pretty special…i-i-if it spreads out over so many r-realities.”
“Y-yeah…I guess so…but, Morty…Rick and I did not leave things on good terms at all…I highly doubt he wants to see me.”
“A-all he talks about is you, wh-when he’s c-c-coherent enough. He l-l-left the family a-after you left him…”
“He what…?” You put your hand on his shoulder, “I’m so sorry, Morty. I wish I could’ve been there for you guys…”
“I-It’s okay…you had no way to know the it had happened…”
“How long was he gone?”
Morty shrugged, “A-about a year?”
“A fucking year?!”
“Y-Yeah…”
“Where did he go?”
“B-Birdperson’s planet. H-He’s the one who told me that you had l-left Rick and h-he needed some t-time away.”
“Oh, my god.” How had you had this much of an effect on Rick? He didn’t love me. You meant nothing to him.
Right?
“B-Birdperson told me that Rick slept on his f-floor p-practically the whole year…drunk or high off his a-ass.”
God, Morty’s stutter was just like Rick’s. God, you miss Rick.
You sighed, “So what do you need me to do, Morty?”
He grinned widely, “R-R-Really, (Y/N)?”
“Yes, kid. You got me.” You laughed, punching his arm lightly. “Where’re we headed?”
He input some coordinates to the portal gun. “T-The Citadel.”
