#doofus ric

[kaimerakat]

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[kiiroitori97]

New Chapter for Domesticity: The Random Files

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21612148/chapters/52035391

Sometimes Rick snores.  It was kinda cute in a way and you really didn't want to wake him.

But...

You had woken up to the heavy breathing of Rick right next to your ear; his breathe was hot against your skin and goosebumps jumped forth from the contact.

It was very hard to go back to sleep; Rick pressed up next to you with one of his long thin arms draped over your middle and he was snoring right in your ear.

You tried to just ignore it and go back to sleep.

That was impossible it turns out.

There you lay, waiting for Rick to move or at least stop snoring; whichever came first, you let your thoughts wander.

You recounted your life thus far after meeting Rick Sanchez of J19 Zeta 7. Life was good here.

It took some time, you had experienced a lot of personal growth with Rick, much of which was directly inspired by him; but you had found peace.

Sure there are always hiccoughs along the way; but Rick made it very clear to you that he only wanted what was best for you and that meant more than anything in the world to you.

You had begun to drift back to sleep when Rick stirred. His snores ceased and he removed his arm from you, stretching himself out with his hands over his head, letting out a big yawn.

“'Morning, y/n. You think very loudly.”

Oops. Rick had said as much in the past, you just couldn't help it!

“Good Morning. Sorry to wake you.”

Rick chuckled, “You didn't wake me, I was already waking up.”

You smiled at him; his eyes were still dark with sleep and his hair was sticking up in all different directions

Looking at him now, completely vulnerable like this; it made your heart soar.

“So,” you rolled over onto your stomach, still gazing up at Rick as he scooted himself up into a seated position.

“What do you want to do today?”

Rick squinted as he thought, scrunching his nose as he did. It was a quirk of his that you found very endearing.

“Hmm, w-well, we could always go out to eat and have a day around town. It's the weekend so I'm sure there are plenty of places we could go”

You perked up, “Like that bookstore you were telling me about?”

“Y-yeah, we can go there, an-and then maybe we could go to the park and have a picnic and read.”

Grinning, you sat up and with a streak of boldness you didn't know you had, gave him a peck of the lips, jumped up from the bed and darted to the bathroom,

“Sounds like a plan!” you reached for the door handle, “I'll get ready and we can go out to eat for breakfast, considering the state of the oven by your truly!”

Poor Rick, utterly flabbergasted by your actions fumbled,

“W-what- well wait, we-we can eat here, I can-I can fix the oven while you get ready.”

Oh.  You were about to close the door.

“Well OK then, whatever you wanna do!” you shut the door.

After you were ready, donning your old jeans and one of Rick's jumpers (it was beginning to get a tad nippy out) you let your ears guide you to the kitchen; where the sounds of machinery being put back together echoed.

Peering into the kitchen you watched as Rick sat on his haunches, stooping over various tools and gadgets with the oven in complete disarray; apparently the oven was a little worse for wear than Rick originally thought.

“Soooo....”

Rick turned to give you a sheepish grin at the sound of your arrival,

“I-It looks like you called it, y/n.” “We're going out to eat today. I don't have the parts I need to fix this; I tried using other pieces from old projects but nothing I have here is compatible with the oven.”

“OK, wanna go to that diner you took me to before?” you shrugged. You wanted today to be an easy breezy day without drama.

We'll see how long that lasts.

Rick was cleaned up and ready to go in short order. Instead of taking the portal gun or spaceship (one you had only recently found out about; that was a whole OTHER story), he lead you to the front door.

It was common for Rick to take a normal mode of transportation around his local establishment.

Walking.  It wasn't because he was trying to hide the sci-fi nature of himself; the locals knew exactly who Rick Sanchez was and in fact knew of multiple ones. They were very grateful that their own personal Rick Sanchez was who he was.

No, Rick had no need to walk. He could easily fly around in a spaceship or use his portal gun; both of which he owns and uses, he just likes to walk he said.

You were OK with that; it made your life feel a little more normal and you thought maybe that was Rick's real reason too. He was pretty shy after all.

Rick's house was situated away from the usual traffic, but was still in town. You didn't have to walk far to reach the diner it turns out, the only reason Rick used the portal on your date was the element of surprise. What a dork.

Rick opened the door for you and you led the way to the booth you had occupied the last time you were here.

It was very quiet this early in the morning, only one other patron was present and he sat hunched over at the bar. He wore a trench coat with the collar popped seemingly to conceal his face.

Hm. Something about him made you uneasy, but Rick hadn't even seemed to notice.

The same waitress from before greeted you and recognized your faces, she flashed a charming smile and took your orders before whisking away to the kitchen.

On her way back, the man at the bar reached out and grabbed her by the arm; at first she looked alarmed but something he said must have put her at ease. Her frown softened and she nodded at his words, then he let her go and she continued onward to complete her duties.

You brought this up with Rick,

“Hey Rick, what's with the guy?”

Rick's head snapped up from looking at the specials posted on a card situated on the napkin holder. He scanned the diner with wide eyes and settled on the man in question.

Rick's face went neutral. That wasn't a good sign.

Suddenly, without a word Rick stood and took you by the hand,  “L-lets go actually, we can grab something to eat at-at-the, the bakery next to the bookstore.”

Before you could even request a reason behind the change in plans, Rick all but dragged you out of the diner.

That poor cook and waitress was cooking for people that weren't even there anymore and you scolded Rick for it,

“Rick! That is so rude! What's gotten into you?”

Rick didn't answer, he merely squeezed your hand tight and picked up his pace; one that you had trouble keeping up with considering you diminished height compared to his.

It wasn't long before you made it to the bakery, where you chose an everything bagel and Rick chose the same. You were still very unnerved by Rick's behavior at the diner, but as the day went on, your anxieties began to fade.

Rick took you to the aforementioned bookstore; and it was everything you had hoped it would be. Rick hadn't been exaggerating about how wonderful this place was.  It had shelves reaching all the way to the ceiling, books crammed in every corner, you found first edition items during the beginning few times the printing press was ever used; it was like being transported back in time!

You and Rick spent the better part of the morning and afternoon just perusing the bookstore. You were content with this and probably could have spent the rest of the day here, but that's not what happened.

Standing in a crowded corner with stacks upon stacks taller than yourself, you were shaken from your deep concentration on one particular book when Rick seemingly materialized from thin air and hooked his arm around your shoulders.

That would have been a pleasant surprise if it weren't for the look on the mans face; you had never seen Rick like this before.

Sure, you'd seen Rick upset in a number of ways but this was different. He was being protective, but what for you couldn't figure out. Rick wouldn't tell you either.

You tried pushing for answers but Rick deflected all of your questions. The next thing you knew Rick had ushered you out of the bookstore and was leading you to the park.

“But, Rick! We haven't gone to get any food yet, how are we suppose to have a picnic without something to eat? What about the books we were going to get?”

“Rick Sanchez WHAT is going ON?!”

The tone of your voice of your last statement brought out the Rick you knew.

Rick stopped in his tracks, he face contorting as he seemed to wrestle with his words. Finally, he took you to a secluded bench settled under an ancient looking shade tree, sat you down and explained.

“Th-the man, i-in the diner,” his voice was low, like he was telling you a secret.

“He's another Rick. One-” he stopped.

You were really worried now, you watched Rick worry his bottom lip until it was raw, his eyes glistened.  You didn't dare interrupt though, fearful that Rick might just shut down completely and not tell you anything else.

“That Rick- he's...” Rick swallowed thickly, as if the words themselves were choking him.

“He's the one who destroyed your world.”

At first the words didn't sink in; their meaning lost to you. Then, Rick reached out to grab your hand and the world as you knew it came crashing down around you; not dissimilar to how your actual home world had done.

You shook unable to control your movements. “W-what do you mean?” Rick only held your hand tighter and held your gaze as well, as if trying to keep you in place.

You struggled with your thoughts, unsure of what to say first. You settled with another question,

“Why is he here, Rick?”

Rick didn't answer right away but his response was chilling,

“I-I think he's here for you, y/n.”