𝐈𝐫(𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞): 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈
Summary: he really kept you waiting, broh
It had been a little over a month now. You started to lose hope that Rick would ever come for you. He hadn’t even tried, apparently. Morty told you that he would know if someone was trying to portal here— something about an alarm.
Each day that went by felt like another thorn digging into your heart. Was this really happening again? How many times would a Rick screw you over before you learned? You let out a long sigh, lying back on the fold out chair by the pool— book in hand. Tower Man. Morty told you it was some other planets version of Earth’s Die Hard. Reading helped kill some time while the kid was off doing whatever it was that kept this Avenger’s/Justice League mansion afloat.
“Hey.” Morty greets you casually as he lands on his feet poolside, some weird crystal in hand.
“Hey.” You dog ear the page of your book and set it in your lap. You reach your arms up to stretch, joints popping as you do. “How’d it go?” You ask, sitting up and swinging your legs over the side of the chair. “Didn’t run into too much trouble did you?”
This version of Morty was a boy of fewer words. He preferred to speaking with purpose— rather than just talking for the sake of talking. Most likely caused by the verbal abuse of his original grandfather. He’d grown up so much faster than he should’ve and your heart aches for him, but you can’t pity him. He won’t take it. In fact, he’d be offended if you did. He sees himself as a man now, and expects you to treat him like one. Though, he won’t admit it, he does like it when you dote on him, showing that you care.
“Nothing I couldn’t handle.” His reply isn’t cocky, just matter of fact. He was an extremely capable young man. Everything he’s accomplished on his own was proof of that.
You had asked him a few times to take you back himself, but he just deadpanned at you and told you that Rick wasn’t worth a shit if he didn’t at least try to come get you himself. Which….valid.
When he slots the crystal into the machine, replacing the other one, the shield resumes its tropical sunset setting. The entire vibe reminded you of an old man in retirement. He made his way over to you and sat in the lounge chair next to you. Just as he was settling in, the entire asteroid shook. The shield wavered, letting in a hug alien creature. You snatched your holster from the ground next to you and the two of you shot at the beast as you ran.
“What was that?” You ask after the alien fell. Morty furrows his brow and reaches to the machine, pressing a button that brings up the curve integrity. A red warning flashed over the display saying that it’s been compromised.
“Motherfucker.” He pulls out his portal gun and rises to his feet. “Come on.” You give a stiff nod and pull your holster over your shoulders properly, buckling yourself in. By the time you’re ready, the golden glow of his portal is swirling in front of you. You didn’t know what you were expecting when, but it definitely wasn’t this.
“-orty’s getting the net.” You stepped through after Morty— midway through the sentence of the person on the other side. And who was that person? None other than Rick Sanchez himself. Who had most definitely portaled to wherever it is you were. What the hell? The excitement of seeing him again was severely overshadowed by your anger. So, you just stood there glaring at him with your arms crossed until he noticed you. And he looked like a guilty man if you had ever seen one, but it was quickly replaced by apathy, ignoring you as he and ‘Evil’ Morty go on about ‘fracking the curve’ and ‘probability stasis’. You follow them to the monitor— eyeing down Rick the entire time.
“I- I can’t find the net! Should we just shoot him?” Morty looks to his grandpa, to ‘evil’ Morty, then his eyes dart to you. “Y/n?!” His genuine excitement to see you is refreshing. You let your expression soften for him, giving him a smile.
“Of course she’s okay.” ‘Evil’ Morty rolls his eyes like it was obvious he wouldn’t bring you any harm. “I told you I wouldn’t hurt her.” Morty only responds with a pointed look, making his dislike and mistrust clear. Letting the boys argue, you take a moment to take in your surrounding. You’re not sure how to feel about what you see— Rick’s, more specifically, Rick Primes. They were in glass cylinders lining the room. One of them in one directly across from the control panel. His arms were crossed, relaxed with a lazy smirk on his face— looking directly at you.
“What exactly are you trying to do here?” You cut off whatever the guys were talking about, still looking at the Rick Prime across the room.
“Would-wouldn’t you like to know.” Was Rick’s sarcastic reply next to you. Your head whips around to face him.
“What’s your problem?” He’s the one that didn’t bother to come and rescue you, not that you really needed it, but still! He didn’t know that. You were literally kidnapped by ‘Evil Morty’!
“You wanna know what my- what my problem is, princess?” He practically spat the word at you like it was a curse rather than a form of endearment. He gets in your face, poking your chest with a boney finger. “You’re a liar.” He says lowly— your eyes narrow.
“What are you talking about.” He’s scoffs, retracting his hand from you to gesture at the Prime behind you.
“You were working with him!” Your eyes widen for a fraction of a second, then go back to their angered state. “What? Nothin- you don’t have anything to say for yourself?” He asks, arms crossed over his chest and a condescending look on his face as he looks down his nose at you. Rick Prime starts laughing from behind you. Without breaking eye contact, you reached over to the control panel— pressing the button that zapped the Rick in the tube only for another one to take his place.
“Aw, come on, baby. I’m hurt.” Prime snarks, you ignore him.
“I’m not a liar.” You match Rick’s tone. “And I wasn’t working with him.” Rick rolls his eyes and puts his hands in the pockets of the lab coat. “He dropped me in your living room for you to kill me because he couldn’t do it himself. I told you that Rick cheated on me and we had a fight— I just didn’t tell you which Rick.”
“She has a point, Rick.” If looks could kill, the icy glare he shot his Morty would’ve frozen him on the spot, but his grandson stood his ground. “She told us wheat dimension she was from, she didn’t say it was that Rick that she was dating.” Morty steps up to your side. “She was nothing but kind to us while she was with us.”
“You’re naive if you believe a word she says, Morty.”
“He didn’t even know she was alive until you told him!” Morty argues back, raising his voice. “He literally thought you killed her when he portaled her to us!” Now that, you didn’t know.
“You spoke to him?” Arms dropping to your side, you look at the Rick in front of you with wide eyes. “Is that why you didn’t come looking for me? Because of something he said?” Honestly, you were hurt. He chose to believe a known master manipulator over you. Not even bothering to hear you out first, he just took Rick Prime’s words at face value, whatever it is that they were. After seeing your reaction, he had enough sense for that guilty look returned to his face.
“What an asshole.” Prime calls out. “You do really have the worst luck with, Ricks. Why don’t you just come back to me? I’ll take you back if you beg hard enough.” You could practically see the smug look on the bastard’s face without even looking at him. “I’ll even let you suck my-” This time it was ‘Evil’ Morty that pressed the button. Effectively cutting him off.
“Can we just find this guy, so I can get back? I don’t care about whatever HBO drama you two have going on.” He starts making adjustments to the machine until Rick pushes him out of the way.
“I’l- get out of the way, I’ll do it. Don’t touch my shit.” And just like that, Rick avoids the conversation.
“Rick!” He just ignores you and keeps doing whatever it is he’s doing. The nerve.
“Rick, you can’t just- are- are you changing something?”
“He’s filtering for probability stasis.”
“Ugh, are you still here? And are you just teeing him up now?”
“Um, hello?” You pop your hip to lean on the machine and he acts like you’re not even there. “Are you seriously going to pretend that I’m not here?” He hesitates for a second then lets out a sigh.
“Look…” he groans and runs a hand down his face. “I- I believe you okay? And I was an ass for not coming to find you. I just thought-“
“If you didn’t find me I couldn’t disappoint you if I was really working with Prime?” He makes a face, surprised. “What? I’ve spent a lot of time with Ricks. I would hope I know how to read you by now. Didn’t make it hurt any less though.”
“Yeah…I just- I’m…” he trails off and you run a hand down his arm then take hold of his hand.
“I know.” He finally looks you in the eye. “You can make it up to me after we kick Prime’s ass.” He smirks then tugs at your hand, effectively pulling you into his chest— lips finding yours quickly.
“I love the- like the sound of that.” ‘Evil’ Morty rolls his eyes disapprovingly, but doesn’t comment. His hand goes to rest on your waist as he makes the final adjustments. When he finishes one last Rick Prime shoots into the tube.
“Is- is that him?” Morty asks and Rick doesn’t seem so sure. You could feel it too…something wasn’t right.
“A trap?” You ask, leaning forward— palms pressed flat on the counter in front of you. While the boys bicker about whether it’s a trap or not behind you, you’re looking straight ahead at the unamused Rick Prime. When his eyes meet yours though, he smirks. He clears his throat to get their attention.
“Can I offer my two cents?”
“No!” Before anyone could stop him, Morty was pressing the kill button and Rick Prime transformed into some kind of venom black goo, shattering the glass container— pouring out to swallow any and everything around it, including all of you. The portals themselves weren’t even safe. As blackness surrounded you, you could hear Rick yelling out your name, but you couldn’t tell from where. There was no sense of direction in the goo.
Before you knew it, you were plopped down, unceremoniously, onto the ground of a very familiar space station. Towering above you…Rick Prime.
“Hey baby, welcome back.”
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