#c137cest fic

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“Sorry, were you sleeping?”

Yay I finally had some time between packing and whatever to write some stuff! gonna hopefully have the other prompt I got for this meme thingy!

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It had only been a few days since Rick broke out of prison,Morty was trying to just act normal like it hadn’t been over a year since helast saw the man who he once saw everyday. Like it didn’t hurt him everyday beingwithout his idol.

For Morty his grandfather gave him purpose he was the onlyperson who made Morty feel like he was worth being here, even when he wouldcall him names he knew that was just Rick being an ass to uphold his reputationof being an ass. Being away from that person for so long, Morty just wanted tofling himself on his grandpa and never let him go again they didn’t have enoughtime together Morty needed more time it just wasn’t fair. He held back thoughknowing Rick probably wouldn’t appreciate the public contact even if it wasjust a hug.

Seeing as how he felt he couldn’t hug him he did oppositethinking ‘Since I can’t hug him it would almost be better to just pretend hewasn’t home at all’. Morty held himself up in his room for 3 days only comingout to use the bathroom he only ate when he was sure no one was awake, he justdidn’t want to be involved. Which for the rest of the family this was now whatthey had come to expect of the boy, but not Rick.

Rick knew there was something up he saw it in Morty’s facewhen he got home he didn’t know what to do about it. He was the smartest man inthe universe but he still didn’t know how to deal with emotions. While he wasaway if he wasn’t thinking about escaping he was thinking about Morty. ‘What washis goofy, dumbass of a lovable grandson doing without him?’. Now he was backand Morty just acted like it didn’t matter. Rick had been stewing over this allday just drinking and thinking three fucking days and just nothing, well itwasn’t going to fly ‘You know I have feelings too.’.

Later that night he went upstairs his hand was about totouch the knob when he stopped. This brief moment felt like hours as he thoughtof how he was really going to approach this seeing as how before it was selfishly.Softly turning the knob, he squeezed his way into the boy’s room without makinga sound other than the click of the handle going back into its former position.

Rick saw Morty’s shadowy silhouette on the bed in the darkroom, though he couldn’t see the details he knew Morty had been awake before heentered.

“Sorry, were you sleeping?” his whisper breaking the deafeningsilence.

“Why are you here?” His words sounded cold and emotionlessbut he was thankful the darkness would hide his tears.

His face was hot with anger as he tried not to snap. ‘Whodid this kid think he was disregarding me like that?’. It took him a moment tocollect himself.

“Fine, I’ll just leave then.”

He reached for his flask as he turned to leave the room onlyto be jolted forward from the impact of Morty wrapping his arms tightly aroundhis waist. Rick smiled he understood now. He turned around to return the hug.

“I missed you too kiddo.”

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sooo a little bit ago you posted a 4 word prompt thingy and i was wondering if you were still doing that? if so, i would like "is that my shirt?" with rick x morty? thanksssssss for the consideration ❤❤❤

TADA! I made this a kind of continuation of my other one since I thought it would be the best segue.

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After Making up with Rick the other night things had goneback to normal though Rick still had to lay low meaning no adventures yet. Rickdid however send Morty out to do small tasks by himself. It was day four, Mortywas given yet another list of tasks that would have him out for most of theday.

He was sent running around town meeting aliens doing theusual trades for Rick he would take the case give it to the person who met himand make the trade though it didn’t always go as planned you see Rick wouldn’tgo with him obviously so he would show Morty what the person he was meetinglooked like and what they should be giving him in return. Now if what they gaveMorty wasn’t what was shown him he would have to deal with it following aspecific list which ended usually in him shooting the alien life form.

This night he got home from the list placing his backpackfull of goods in the garage expecting to find Rick there he wasn’t, Morty shruggedit off needing a shower he headed straight for the bathroom.

Rick had been waiting for him to get home so when he heardthe shower running he knew this was his chance he grabbed one of the shirtsfrom his bed the one he had the longest taking it with him he quietly enteredthe bathroom looking to the floor he saw the pile of clothes he dropped the oldshirt picking up the one Morty had just worn all day. He brought it to his facetaking a deep breath.

Rick couldn’t help his obsession with how Morty smelledsomething about it made him feel relaxed, probably the familiarity it wascomforting he needed that he told himself. He was restless from all his time inprison and this made him feel better than any amount of alcohol ever did. Whenhe came back to himself he heard it or rather he didn’t hear it the shower hadstopped running.

In a panic he stuffed the shirt in his lab coat pocketrather hastily, turning to face the shower. Morty’s arm reached out grabbing atowel before he opened the curtain jumping at the sight of someone else in theroom.

“Jeez Rick! You scared me.”

“Oh, haha gotcha!”

“What are you doing anyway?”

“I uhh, I wanted to know how it went were there any problemstoday?” Rick leaned against the wall acting casual.

“N-no it was all good, I mean.” He looked at Rick seeing ahint of yellow sticking out of his lab coat.

“Is that my shirt?” He pointed.

“What no your shirt is right there.” Rick made his owngesture to the pile of clothes on the floor currently being dripped on by hisgrandson.

“Then what is it?”

Rick knew he was caught in a lie. “Fine it’s your shirt.”

He watched Morty’s face as he thought about the admission. Whenhe saw something click in his eyes.

“Is that the only one you have?”

No point in lying now. “No, I have three more in my room.”

“I was wondering where all my shirts went! Why?”

Rick chose not to answer and instead took the shirt out ofhis pocket leaving the bathroom he smelled it again. He heard Morty call afterhim but the boy was too slow as Ricked entered his room locking it behind him.

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Painters Part 2

Part 2 as promised!! 

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Violently Morty jumped pulling his hand away from the wall. Rick felt bad he didn’t mean to scare him though he knew it most likely wasn’t because of his actions.

“Sorry… I probably should have announced myself.” A soft reassuring smile formed across his face. “Your room is just up the stairs, down the hall to the right and uhh oh the-the bathroom is just off the kitchen by the back entrance. A little weird I know but.” He trailed off watching the boy nod slowly, unsure if he was really taking it all in.

Stepping around his many canvases he walked up to Morty. He raised his hand about to pat the boy on the shoulder but pulled it back at the last second. “Down the hall and to the left if you need me kiddo.”

Alone again he let out a sigh remembering to breathe. Rick seemed nice so far. ‘Why am I like this?’ He looked back at the wall, the flowers there seemed to bring him some comfort. Morty collecting himself again grabbing his things before heading to his room. Hesitantly reaching for the knob he opens the door to find it was possibly the only room without colour. The walls were all a drab off white though it still smelled like fresh paint as if hidden underneath there was once a gallery of other works that Morty would never see. The bed was a plain single, the bedding reminded him of something you would see in a cabin or maybe your grandmother’s house it had mute blues and there were pink little flowers on everything.

He hung the damp towel off the end of the metal bed frame. Taking in other details of the room he could see the lightning outside wondering what kind of view he would have in the morning. There was a dresser where he sat his bags beside thinking he would deal with that in the morning too. Flopping onto the bed he looked at the source of light being a lamp he hadn’t noticed yet and beside it was a box of fancy pencils sitting on top of a black hard cover sketchbook. He lifted it onto the bed flipping through all the empty pages a note falling onto his lap. Carefully he turned it in his hand the envelope was from what he had assumed now to be something quite usual for Rick, beautifully decorated water colour paper painted and folded into the shape of an envelope with hand drawn butterflies, vines and leaves with his name scrawled across it.

Biting the inside of his cheek he seemed disappointed it had his name on it. In his mind it being there sort of ruined the rest of the art work. Morty opened it very carefully not to damage it. Pulling out a piece of paper he read.

Morty,

I wanted to give you this book because, I believe art is the true way to express your feelings.

I can only guess your circumstances at home weren’t great and that’s why you’re here

now, but I want you to know I won’t ask about that unless you want you want to bring it up.

I just hope one day you’ll be happy here, maybe one day you’ll think of this as home.

~Rick

Morty tried to re read the blurry words through his tears but instead he just collapsed on the bed clutching it to his chest.

He wasn’t sure about when he fell asleep but when he woke up he was still holding the letter. Morty felt a little tug at his heart and in his throat, pushing it down he slid the letter in the drawer on the side table leaving the envelope propped up on the base of the lamp.

He got out of bed walking over to the window. His jaw dropped as he looked over a beautiful orchard he could see where it looked to end, when he looked closer to the house he saw a lush garden everything looked so fresh from the rain yesterday. Morty quickly rummaged though his bag finding a change of clothes he was excited to explore the island now that it was bright and sunny.

He made it to the door before remember the letter he went back to the end table grabbing the book and pencils. He made it halfway down the stairs before his nose distracted him he could smell something somewhat sweet like pancakes and then there was bacon. Slowing his pace, he walked to the daisy wall touching it again he peeked around the corner to find Rick humming flipping pancakes he wore an old apron which had paint stained all over it his hair was tied up with a paint brush in a messy sort of bun and along his wrists were several cord and beaded bracelets.

Morty went int o the kitchen pulling up a chair at the table.

“Help yourself Morty, it’s just you an’ me so dig in… and I see you found the sketchbook.” His smile was bright though Morty could tell he wasn’t used to company or how much others ate as he stared at the huge stack of pancakes in front of him.

“Thanks.” He managed to choke out before reaching for the stack.

“After breakfast you going to look around” Rick asked as he poured syrup over Morty’s plate, then his own.

“Yeah, Umm it looks really nice out there.”

“Well it is. I’ll be around the garden if you need me probably most of the day.”

They finished eating in relative silence. Rick laughed silently to himself at the blissful look on Morty’s face while he ate. He managed to call out to him that if he found a favorite flower to let him know as he ran out the backdoor.

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Okok I got a c137cest 1 nwn ok so wut if morty gets blind from some device from another dimension and rick has to take care of him ( help him to go places he wants to go) until he can find or make a device to help morty regain his vision U can make it fluffy as well where morty sleeps with rick or morty kind of falling onto him bc he blind :p Lel idk anything u can try to make nwn love your fics btw ee nwn and u

You ask and I shall deliver! 

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It was chaos, all Morty could do was try to keep up he stillwasn’t a very good shot, beams flying everywhere from different kinds of gunshe didn’t want to become a target but he had to help. They were ducked behindsome sort of bar. It all sort of blurred together Rick was yelling to thealiens and at him to shoot. He stood up shooting a few times everything wentdark.

Rick watched the shot he couldn’t get there fast enough. Hesaw him go down and everything else just happened. He shook his head momentslater everyone dead, he looked down to Morty who was now sitting up hyperventilating.Rick rushed to embrace him checking he had no external damage he scolded theboy for being so reckless he could have died.

“Rick?! Rick? I-I can’t see.” He grasped the what felt like hisgrandpa’s lab coat. He could hear Rick’s heart pounding. He felt the hands onhis face gently tilting his head in different directions.

“It’s going be ok, I’ll figure it out but we have to go homefirst.” He sounded panicked as he helped Morty up wrapping his arm around his shoulder to lead himthough the portal.

Rick lead the boy to his desk chair sitting him down with afirm order not to move until he returned.

Morty felt like he had been sitting there for a very longtime he just sat touching things he touched the old chair beneath him feelingthe frayed fabric he reached up gently patting his own body slowly finding hisway to his face, he touched his eyes to find they were closed he tried to openthem but it wasn’t working, he was about to try and pry them open when he wasstartled by Ricks gruff voice.

“Don’t touch Morty.” He paused “I’m going to scan you now Ineed you to stay very still.” Rick scanned his face examining the damage itlooked like he could fix it but it would take a day or two. He went and placeda hand on the boy’s shoulder, he apologized for startling him before tellinghim the good news.

Rick decided to give the family bells, he made up someseemingly non-dangerous excuse as to why Morty was currently blind but he couldfix it in the mean time they would all have to wear bells to avoid startlingMorty. The scientist worked tirelessly on what he needed to do for Morty,though he was readily available if he needed anything at all he told the boy toask no matter what or how stupid he thought it was Rick would be there to helphim.

It had been a few hours he decided to go check on him. He walkedinto the living room to see Morty coming back from the kitchen walking towardsthe couch when he noticed Jerry had the leg rest up on the chair, he was injust the right place when Morty tripped on it. Rick caught him easily holdingMorty in a protective hug.

Morty felt the freefall sensation as he tripped but he wascaught by what appeared to be Rick based off the feel of his clothes and form.He let himself be held enjoying the closeness and Ricks heartbeat he could hearit again it sounded startled like before. “I’m sorry Rick.” His muffled words beingpressed into Ricks chest.

“You don’t need to be sorry peanut.” He stroked the boy’shair before kicking the foot rest down.

“Hey!”

“What the fuck Jerry! Next time you want to relax do itsomewhere you’re not going to potentially kill my grandson! Fucking stupid shit.”He lead them both to sit on the couch.

Jerry frowned leaving the room mumbling under his breath,Rick flipped him off with his arm around Morty’s shoulder.

“Do you want me to take you to school tomorrow? Since we can’tgo on an adventure? I could walk you around and write your answers for you?” Hewatched Morty’s face break out into a smile.

“Sure Rick, I think that would probably make actually goingto school pretty bearable.”

The next day Rick got up early to help Morty get ready for schoolhe snickered watching Morty try to put his shirt on backwards before helpinghim. “What would you do without me.”

“Probably fail worse at life.” He smiled reaching out totake Ricks hand so he could be lead to school.

Rick walked him there sitting him down in the principles officehe had to tell the school about what was going on and he would be right back.

The man walked into the office explaining that he would beMorty’s guide today helping him get to class and writing notes or answers orwhatever for him.

The principle looked at him passed interlocked hands. “That’sagainst school policy, you understand it gives him an unfair advantage to havesomeone else do his work for him.”

“It wasn’t a request, how is a blind kid going to a schoolthat has nothing to help him thrive being such getting an advantage by havingsomeone here to help him? I’m staying here and we are going to school today letthe rest of your staff know.” The flat intimidating tone seemingly workedbecause the principle worked quickly to send an e-mail to the staff alertingthem of the situation.

“Ok Morty we are set let’s go what’s your first class?”

They went through the school getting several looks, Mortycould hear the whispers of judgemental kids in the hall. Rick squeezed his handreassuringly, for both Morty and himself it was killing him to have to be backin a place he despised to thoroughly. He had to remind himself it was for Mortyhe didn’t want to be away from him while he couldn’t see anything he needed tobe protected. The guilt was eating at him it was his fault in the first placefor yelling in the moment. He was going to make it up to him no matter what.

Their first class went by with ease but Morty said he mighthave a math test today. Rick quietly read the questions to Morty, who would dohis best to answer them, he winced at how bad Morty was with this. I should really start actually teaching himsomething useful Christ. Swiftly he did the test without Morty’s ‘Help’ buthe made sure to get some wrong that he knew Morty probably wouldn’t know.

The rest of school went on similar to this Rick would ask thequestions Morty would try to answer and Rick would smile at how very wrong hisanswers were before doing the work himself in a way that would get an aboveaverage grade but not too high to cause suspicion. Rick would ruffle Morty’shair when he actually got something right he was so proud at how much sciencehe actually knew he took credit for that one.

Once they got to go home Rick sat Morty down to tell him hehad to go and work on the solution for his eyes, Morty sighed he really likedspending so much time with his grandpa it was nice to do normal stuff every nowand then instead of going off planet to all these other dimensions being thrustinto something foreign.

Morty laid on the couch listening to music when Rick finallyfinished.

“Morty its done! It’s a blindfold soaked in this special medicineyou wear it all night and when you wake up you should be able to see again.” Hesounded so excited.

Morty sat up reaching out for Rick who walked up to himputting the blindfold on the boy. Softly he caressed the boys face.

“You should go to bed kiddo, want some help?”

Morty nodded allowing himself to be taken up the stairs thecool cloth on his face countering his blush from having to be dressed, he saton the bed Rick kissed his forehead softly.

“Good night, see you in the morning.” He went to his ownroom laying down hoping this would work letting Morty see again. A few hourslater he was about to fall asleep when he heard soft bumps that sounded likesomeone walking into the walls, he let out a soft breathy laugh. What a klutz he really would be lost withoutme. The small baff on his door let him know Morty had made his way over hequietly stepped into the room.

“Rick?” his whisper filled the space. “Ca-can I sleep withyou?”

He sounded so small “Sure peanut come on over.” He heardanother baff as Morty connected to the bed with his shin.

Morty crawled his way into the bed snuggling up with Rick. “I’mscared, what if this doesn’t work?”

Rick held the trembling boy, feeling a pang of guilt for puttinghim in this situation in the first place. “It’s going to work Morty I promise.Now try to get some sleep ok?” He kissed the boys head again so he would havegood dreams before holding him close. Cuddled together they slept soundly protectingeach other.

“Rick.” Morty whispered. “Rick is it morning yet?”

Rick clicked his lamp on squinting at the sudden lightchecking his watch. “Yeah it is, what do you want to see first?”

Morty thought. “You, I missed your face the most.”

Rick felt himself blush a little before reaching out to takethe blindfold off. “It looks good try and open.”

Morty worked he could feel a little give it was working he triedagain harder, he could feel a blink saw some light the blue of Ricks hairflashed in his vision, blinking more until finally his eyes were open and hewas staring into the smiling face of his grandpa. He couldn’t be happier throwinghis arms around the man he poured out thankyous the fat tears dropping from hisface.

Rick wiped at his teary face thankful himself that it workedand he could once again see those beautiful eyes.

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I has another 1 owo morty gets sleep paralysis, rick comforts him qwq do wut ever u like to do to this 1 uwu BLESS YOUR MAGIC WRITING uwu

HAHA finally my eyes weren’t being assholes that couldn’t focus! Here you are dear some cute af fluff for you my adorable friend <3 

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When itfirst happened Morty wasn’t worried he looked it up, turns out it was sleepparalysis. However, it didn’t go away it actually got worse to the point wherehe was seeing things he would wake up terrified.

His sleepparalysis by itself wouldn’t be so bad but Morty had also began to developintense nightmares which would carry over, he would wake up unable to move andsee the things he couldn’t get away from in his dreams in his room. Finally,when he was able to move again he would end up sitting in bed for hours withthe light on too scared to try and fall asleep again.

On aparticularly bad night Morty woke up from his nightmare, only to be staring itin the face. He watched unable to move as it crawled out of his ceiling droppingitself on top of him the dark figure began to push on his chest. Suddenly hecouldn’t breathe he couldn’t do anything except watch horrified the creaturesdisfigured face drooling for his blood.

Then it wasover the creature disappeared he clutched his chest taking deep gasping breathsbetween uncontrollable sobs.

Rick hadbeen up late in the garage as usual he rubbed his face blinking repeatedly, hehauled himself up off the chair stretching out his back. Not everyone knewabout Morty’s sleeping problems, not even Rick really knew all of it. Morty hadtold him he would get sleep paralysis looking for a way to help but he couldn’tcome up with anything. He had dragged himself halfway up the stairs when heheard the terrified scream of his name come from his grandson’s room.

Rick ran stumblingup the stairs into the boy’s room throwing open the door. He saw Morty sittingup rocking back and forth. He heard doors open behind him the rest of thefamily poked their heads out of their doors.

“What’sgoing on?” Beth rubbed her temple from being woken up the 4th timethis week to Morty screaming.

“It’s fine Igot this sweetie go back to bed.” He closed the door as he backed into the room.

Rick madehis way to Morty’s bed sitting behind him wrapping his arms around the boy’s waistusing the other hand to pat his hair reassuringly.

“Shhh, it’sok peanut grandpa’s here.” His whisper was soft.

Morty criedholding onto Rick he felt safe in his arms, He knew Rick would never letanything hurt him if he could help it. They sat there together silently untilMorty calmed down.

“What happenedhoney.” Rick looked into the boy’s glossy red eyes wiping away his tears fromhis cheeks.

“I-Itfollowed me from m-my dream it was suffocating me.” His words scattered betweenhiccups.

Rick squeezedMorty in his arms tightly thinking. “Ok come on let’s go.”

Morty lookedat his grandpa in confusion. Rick smiled down at his boy. “Trust me.”

They got upRick gripping Morty’s hand leading him out of his bedroom. He took them intothe bathroom shutting and locking the door, Morty still looked confused he wasabout to speak when Rick pressed a lanky finger to the boy’s mouth.

“Your allsweaty from the nightmares, I wanted to give you a bath so you’ll sleep better.”

“I don’twant to go back to bed Rick.” His gaze hit the floor before starting to pick atthe skin around his nails.

Gently hislarge hands took the boys smaller ones. “Not your bed Morty, you can sleep withme where you won’t be alone.”

Morty didn’tknow what to say, Rick would go through all this trouble for him just so hewould feel better. He could hear the bath start to run gasping a little whenRick pulled off his damp shirt tossing it on the floor. He could feel his faceflush with embarrassment.

“It’s notlike I haven’t seen it before.”

He couldn’t helpbeing embarrassed as he slid off his underwear covering himself absentmindedlywith one of his hands. He stepped into the tub feeling the hot water seep intohis bones. Rick had taken off his lab coat and rolled his sleeves up to hiselbows. He grabbed a washcloth dipping it into the warm bath water. Mortyrelaxed further feeling the warm cloth gently wiping his face and down hisneck.

“Tilt yourhead back.” Ricks words were so soothing as he poured water through his hair,he planted small kisses on his forehead.

Grabbing abig fluffy towel, he held it out for Morty who reluctantly got out of the bath.He did smile at being wrapped up in the large towel by the man who made him feelso safe. Rick had another smaller hand towel he used to dry Morty’s hair with. Hewas led again into Rick’s room where rick pulled off his favorite blue sweater pullingit over his grandson’s head. Morty let the towel fall to the floor.

Clad in thelarge soft blue sweater he crawled into Rick’s bed inhaling deeply wantingnothing more than to be enveloped in this smell forever, the feeling of safetypaired with the warmness now accumulating made him feel very sleepy. Rick hadtaken his pants off before getting under the blanket wrapping his arm securelyaround Morty’s slender body. Placing several more endearing kisses to the boy’shead.

“I’m hereand won’t let anything hurt you.”

Those werethe last words Morty heard before falling asleep.

“I love you peanut.”

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Runaway part 2

Things are gonna get spicy! plz feel free to like or reblog if you enjoy. 

Also know I’m taking requests for fanfics so if you want something specific drop me an ask! <3 =]

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Rick called out to Morty as he watched him run. This is NOT how that was supposed to go you drunk asshole! Frustrated he pushes everything off his desk slamming his fist down. Fuck was the only word to escape though his clenched teeth. Go after him what if he gets hurt what are you going to do then? The man argued with himself, Morty always did this he would leave then come back in an hour or so he just needs time to cool off. Rick downed half of his flasks contents before replacing it into his pocket. Why can’t you just let yourself be happy? He sat setting his head on his desk with a heavy sigh and an even heavier heart. Slowly he drifted drunkenly into sleep loosing track of time while he waited for Morty to come back.

 He ran until his lungs hurt he couldn’t feel his legs anymore he finally looked around not knowing exactly where he was finding a bench he sat down heaving burning breaths not opening his eyes again until his breathing evened out, He recognized this park he would have a long walk home when he decided to go back. For now he just let himself feel the chilly night air thinking about what happened why would Rick decide to do this without actually talking it out first. He knew Rick to be standoffish when it came to his happiness and if he deserved it or not but they had been working on it. He hasn’t pushed me away like this in a long time, what happened to bring this on. Morty tried to think back, he just ended up wiping his eyes again unable to stop the emotions. Suddenly curious about how long he had been gone he checked his pockets for his phone. Shit! I left it in the garage… Hugging himself for warmth and comfort he watched the night sky looking at the stars thinking about how beautiful it was and how they will never stop reminding him of Rick getting lost in thought only brought back to see a black SUV with impossibly back tinted windows drive past him slowly, Morty watched it closely going by with the sensation of being started at… no analyzed. The vehicle turned the corner, Morty shifted uncomfortably suddenly feeling very much in danger.

He stood an started to walk briskly back the way he came he couldn’t shake this feeling of being mouse to the cat. Even after what he was sure had been an hour of walking with no cars in sight he felt it like it was boring into the back of his head. Your being paranoid. He hugged himself tighter. I wish Rick were here. Suddenly around the corner the same black SUV. Morty tried to ignore it continue walking down the street. It followed him agonizingly slow. Until at the end of the block it stopped just ahead of him, He saw the window roll down panic rushed though his veins until he saw who it was.

“Hello Morty.” A Friendly smile on an all to familiar face. His own face… well another Morty’s face. He stopped dead in his tracks just staring at this well put together looking boy.

“Have we met before?” Timid were the words as he seemed to shrink more into himself his arms like his barricade from the ominous figure.

“Once.” His words were smooth, calm. “Can’t mistake a fellow Morty though am I right?” Morty felt a shiver run up his spine looking into the face of the other Morty. He had found his cat. “Where’s your Rick?” He looked round as if he hadn’t been watching the boy for hours. “Do you want a ride why don’t you get in?”

Morty felt like it wasn’t an option but he tried to protest anyway. “He-he’s at home… waiting for me so I sh-should really just keep walking.” He stuttered it out looking at the ground, he slowly started to walk again.

“I insist.” The door opened His words firm, assertive over the scared little mouse. He stepped out revealing his black suit it fit him perfectly, Morty wondered how he could be a Morty when his demeanor was that far more of a Rick. Holding out his hand he walked confidently to the shaking frozen boy and placed his hand on his back. “Come on.” A gentle push got him walking to the car and before he really realized it he was inside. It was warm Morty hadn’t realized how cold he actually was suddenly grateful for the ride home.

 Rick woke up in a pool of his own drool five hours later, he rubbed his eyes looking at the time he sent Morty a text then hearing the buzz of the vibrating phone beside him he sighed. Of course, he forgot his phone. Suddenly sobering he remembered the events before he passed out. He left the garage to check on his boy and apologize how was he going to make up for this one. Rubbing his neck, he opened the boy’s door expecting to see him asleep or maybe laying awake angry at Rick. Only what he saw was an empty bed hardly touched from the morning. His sober mind reeled at the possibilities of what could have happened to his sweet boy. Back in the garage he rifled though the drawer until he found it, He had made this device after the first time Morty had pulled this crap. It was small wallet sized and had one button. Rick slid it to the side revealing a screen he pushed the button knowing it would tell him exactly where Morty was on the planet.

Only It didn’t tell him anything. Morty’s dot wasn’t there meaning he wasn’t on planet. Ricks heart nearly stopped. How did he get off planet? Who took him off planet? Suddenly his thoughts were swirling, who had the love of his life? Why didn’t he go after him? If only he had gone after him his sweet boy would be safe in his arms knowing he was loved. Knowing he was safe. Rick could have explained his insecurities and Morty would have forgiven him with some ridiculous ultimatum as always, like he had to destroy the memory gun. He would happily destroy all of his devices to get his boy back now.

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Runaway part 3

Just a friendly reminder if you like my writing or want to help me practice send me an ask! Hopefully I’ll also finish part 4 today for you guys. Plus some nsfw stuff coming up.

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Morty took in the surrounding of the back seat noticing that it was more like a limo inside than a normal car, there were two sets of seats that faced each other one looking towards the back and one that faced the tinted window separating the back of the car from the driver. He watched as the other Morty close the door hearing it lock automatically. The well dressed boy knocked on the glass as to tell the driver he could go. “Don’t you need my address?” the unease fully setting in.

“Don’t worry about it, I will take good care of you Morty.” He smiled his words ominous. He moved to sit next to the nervous boy placing a confident hand on Morty’s thigh squeezing. “Why don’t you tell me why you were all alone so far from home?”

He shifted under the warm hand “Sometimes when I’m upset I just have to leave for a bit it helps to put distance to the problem…” his words soft remembering what happened.

“Distance… Was Rick the problem?” He turned to face Morty taking his hand off the boy’s thigh putting it around his shoulder his other hand now on his knee rubbing softly. He leaned in “You know Morty you don’t have to be afraid I just want to help you.”. Now he really felt like prey truly he had made a mistake, he should have trusted his instincts that it was a bad situation. What did I get myself into? Oh, jeez how am I going to get out of here. He shifted trying to pull away from his predator before he looked out the window his eyes went wide He tried to speak to ask where they were but only some incoherent stutters came out. Then he saw them all the different Ricks and Mortys he knew then they were at the citadel. “Hey don’t be scared Morty your safe now you can stay with me.” He pulled away as his car came to a stop in an underground garage. The door opened by a Rick who looked like a secret service agent. Morty got out stretching his hand towards the other Morty to take. “Let’s go.”

Seeing no other option, he took the hand outstretched to him and was led towards an elevator. Morty watched his captor put his hand on a pad it scanned his print and selected the top floor. Moments later it opened reveling a lavish entryway into an apartment. Morty let himself be led deeper into the place before realizing the elevator doors shut and they were now left alone. He looked around his new surroundings, before his eyes landed on the other Morty he watched curiously as he took off his suit jacket taking something small and black out of his pocket he then watched as the boy touched his eye only to have it jut out 2 cords which he plugged into the fabric before putting it on and turning back to his guest. “You know its so hard to keep up appearances being president and all.”

“Why did you bring me here?” He hugged himself “I want to go home please? Rick is probably really worried about me.” He bites his lip worried himself.

“Morty I brought you here because I’ve been watching you for a while since the start of my election actually, Your Rick doesn’t care about you!” He walked closer putting his hand on Mortys cheek gently “If he really did he would have gone after you he would have made sure you were safe like I did. Now come on.” He grabbed Morty by the arm pulling him forward into the apartment It was one large room it had a king size bed and a couch pressed against the opposite wall overlooking the bed.

Suddenly it flooded back to him He remembered. Pulling his arm away. “I remember meeting you now! You kidnapped me then and you did it again now!” How could you be so stupid! He ran his hands though his hair and started pacing. All he could do was repeat that he wanted to go home.

With a heavy sigh He walked to the pacing boy swiftly puncturing his skin a needle to the neck. “Lets talk about this after a little nap.”

 Rick had to stop and think how he was going to find Morty. He had nothing to start on so he could go planet to planet scanning it for Morty with his device that would take quite some time Think logically what are the ways Morty knows how to get off planet. He paced knowing there were only three. Option one the spaceship but that was still parked in the garage, option two was that Morty had got home when Rick was passed out and used the portal gun to go somewhere. Rick searched for his portal gun checking its history seeing his last portal was for the garage. That left only option three which was someone or something had taken his Morty probably to get back at him suddenly his task was narrowed. The initial plan would work now he only had to portal to places that had a grudge on him. He set to work prepping he had to turn on the Morty clone so the family wouldn’t notice. I’ll find you baby I promise and then I’ll never let you go again.

He stepped though the green glow pulling out his device scanning once there was no response he left one down many more to go. It went on like this He searched every planet he could think of that had a grudge against him. Half a days worth of portals and absolutely no sign of Morty. Rick looked like a mess with every planet he had grown angrier more worried whoever had his grandson and what they could be doing to him. He looked at his gun, Shit I’m running out of charge. He had done some pretty big jumps not really thinking about a specific order that would conserve a charge. He stood one hand on his hip he couldn’t make it home on this charge but he could make it to the citadel. Plus, while he was there maybe he would find Morty or at least put in a lost notice. He emerged once more to the bustling center of the citadel. Fuck I hate it here.