*whispers* oh hey there im back

Um so yeah this is a long chapter, and it's got some regrettable sexy times in it so just a warning, also kinda dubcon. And violence.

"Oh fuck." Morticia tripped to her feet. "Y-You said you wouldn't be back until 12."

Shae, face now adorned with thick-rimmed square glasses, grunted as she was pushed in. Falling to one knee, her hat fell off and dropped to the carpet revealing an incision on the top right side of her head, half a finger-breadth long, black sutures still visible and surrounded by a thinning area missing patches of hair. The skin, raw and picked at. She brought her hand up to cover the spot and hastily tried to scramble up to her feet.

Rick and Rita stepped into the room, the man dead legging the back of the girl's knee to keep her down. She held her arms out in front of her, bracing for impact, only to be caught by her upper arm and yanked back on her knees.

"Oh fuck is right. It was to see if you'd listen." Lacking his normal drunken stutter, Rick pressed the blaster to the back of the girl's skull. "And you didn't."

"Jesus Christ!" Jessica shrilled at the sight.

A gun. He had a gun, just like Brad. He was threatening to kill her family, just like Brad. This was who was supposed to help her.

Morticia gleamed that much just with the glance she gave the girl.

"Judas priest." The oldest teen whimpered, her southern drawl drawn out in her terror-stricken state.

"Rick? Morty?" Summer called out from her room. "Are you okay?

"Rita, get the door." Rick ordered. "Mute us."

Rita faced the entry way and shut the door, flicking what looked like a green ball of snot to the door. Upon contact it spread across the wood and the threshold, solidifying into a thick crystalline surface. "L-Locked and silenced." She mumbled tiredly, as if she didn't want to do this.

"R-Rick." Morty began, keeping distance between them by stepping back. "St-Stop-"

"Give me one good reason not to fucking do it." The man emphasized the curse by prodding the back of the blondes head with the blaster.

"Oh, God." Shae began. "I-I ain't mean-"

"I wasn't asking you!" Rick snapped, cutting her off.

"Rick, p-put the gun down." It came out much less like a command, or even a request. It was more of an insecure suggestion. She motioned, pushing both of her hands downwards.

"Morty, doesn't i-it seem all too convenient, your little crush is up here getting you drunk, going to first base with you." He nodded his head towards the two girls. "While her skeazy little hick friend is down taking inventory of my lab with her teched-out phone." Rita lifted the phone to show them and tossed it to Morticia. "That doesn't set you off a little? Not-Not even a bit suss?"

Morty looked down at the back of the device in her hand. It looked like it it had a fancy sleek glowing case on it, but as she turned it around she realized it was a part of the device. The screen was see-through, micro processors flickering dimly behind the glass.

"She was just c-curious!" Morticia shrugged her shoulders.

She put a finger to the screen. As soon as she did, it lit up and spoke in a monotone drone.

"Unknown user. Third failed attempt."

She saw a moving picture of herself.

"Sending ID back to headquarters." It wasn't a picture, she was looking at herself in a camera.

"Shit." She saw her own mouth move before the screen flashed white, capturing the moment the words sunk into Morty's understanding.

"Sent. Triangulating location 3... 2..."

"Morty drop it!" Rick shouted.

She threw the phone down on the ground.

"1... Sending coordin-" It was cut short before it could complete the sentence, and hopefully the process, by a blast from Ricks gun. The edges of the round empty area turning bright reddish-orange and sizzling.

"Just curious? Bet." He spat. "What the fuck was that? H-How do you know her?"

"She's Jessica's d-distant relative." Morty glanced down to the girl cowering behind her, realizing how foolish she sounded. Why did she let this obviously off-color stranger in her home? What was happening? 'God, I should've said no.'

"Sh-She's my half-brother's wife's first cousin once removed." Jessica didn't skip a beat in her hushed tone. That somehow sounded worse.

"Uh huh." Rick squinted his eyes, looking past his granddaughters legs to the girl. "And when was the last time this 'relative' did wrong by you?"

"Uh... Uh." Jessica struggled frantically for an answer.

"Rick, you're— you're pointing a gun at her-her m-memory isn't go-gonna be the best. J-Just put the gun down."

"Answer me!"

"I don't know! I don't—I-I-I can't think right now! I don't think she ever has." Jessica bit her thumb, staring intensely at the blonde as if that would jog her memory.

"So gremlin here has never done anything that seriously pissed you off?" He cocked his unibrow.

"I-I mean... She can be annoying and loud." Her face softened and tone turned apologetic. "But-"

"No. I mean something bad, that would make you want to smack the little twerp." He interrupted rudely.

"Then no... She's like one of my best friends." Morty could hear the nostalgic smile in her voice.

"Best friend, huh? Morty have you seen her around?" His eyes flicked upwards to her.

"S-Sir, I'ma fur piece from here-"

"Shut it!" Rick jerked her back.

"N-No! She's from Texas, just visiting, for fuck's sake, Rick put the blaster down!" Morticia's voice gained a heavier note only to crack sharply at the end.

"Texas. Okay, explains the stupid accent." He pointed the blaster up to the ceiling, the young woman sighed in relief. "But answer me this: Who is the serial killer in the Senate? What do they remember there? Do you know where they keep it weird?"

"N-No?" She blew out, clearly puzzled but not bothering to inquire. "Please, jus' lemme go."

"Uncultured." He released the teens arm, a bright red grip mark glaring angrily on her pale skin.

She struggled to stand up, her leg that had been kicked in refused to move as fast as she wished. But as soon as she could climb to her feet, she picked up her Snapback and put it on. "J-Jessica, let's git the fuck out of d-dodge." She almost begged, pushing her glasses higher up on her nose.

The scientist aimed and shot the girl through her abdomen. A low screech ripped from her throat, and she dropped like a box of rocks.

"Shae!" The redhead shrieked and threw out a hand.

"Oh my God Rick!" Morty fell to her knees and looked over the convulsing older teen. She inched closer to the girl, who looked straight up and ahead, jerking and grunting.

The brunette trembled softly. "Sh-Shae are-are you-"

The blonde began coughing, hacking up blood. Except it wasn't blood. At least not human blood.

Shae turned her head to the side, viscous bright pink fluid trailing down her lips and on to the floor. Her unfocused eyes met Morticia's gaping face. A arm reached to grab her hand. Suddenly she was rambling, notably with out an accent, "If I don't come back they'll just send mo- ack!" Rick's foot struck her side, ending the warning with a violent cough that splashed over the Smith.

"Don't fucking touch my Morty." He threatened.

"EE! Ew!" The brunette jerked her hand away and fell back on her rear.

"Wh-What the hell..." Jessica's words were hot on Morty's nape. She felt a quivering hand on her shoulder, then on the other. The redhead peeked past her schoolmate's neck, hiding her face. Morty grabbed one of the hands and lightly stroked it with a thumb.

"Well I do declare we got sumthin'." Rick mocked in a heavy southern twang as he pulled his phone out. "My thinkin' was close." He got to his knees, placing one on the girls neck. "But close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, now don't it?" Cocking his eyebrow, he dropped the accent. "Partner."

"Mercy." She choked out.

"Move and you're gone." He held the lids of the right eye open and turned the light from his phone to shine into it.

"I-I don't understand, Sh-Shae are you not h-human?" Jessica whispered.

Rick noted the lack of constriction from the wide black pupils that eclipsed the hazel iris, allowing him to easily see into the eye.

A second iridescent crimson pupil that reflected a light turquoise shrank to a slit with a small yellow dot pointing straight at the man. "Oh she's still human, barely. Morty, you remember that whole memory parasite fiasco we had a while back? Well it looks like we've she's got one of their more advanced relatives. She most likely sold her body to a bounty agency who implanted it." He pulled away the light and dragged his finger lightly across her chin, gathering some of the Pepto-Bismol liquid.

"The alien releases an immune suppressant so it can take over the host body's functions without inducing a cytokine storm. But the catch is the only way for the immune system to be properly suppressed when the parasite first enters, is if the host is willing. The relationship then becomes symbiotic. The parasite needs the host for mobilization and nutrition, and the host needs the alien for immune responses and homeostasis that the body can no longer handle on its own." He rubbed his fingers together as he observed its color. "Traded her body to host one of them so they can carry out missions stealthily for whoever's paying bounty, in return they get the winnings. While the parasite is fronting, it can control her movements and she feels no pain usually... unless they're caught." He let go of her face and lightly smacked it.

"Can you hear me in there?" He shoved a finger in the blaster wound. Both Morty and Jessica cringed at the squelching. "Who sent you?"

Her face had grown unnaturally pink at this point (probably because the weird blood) from restricted airflow.

An unsettling low rumble that was only understood due to the silence of the room. "M-My host, I apologize," The red pupil dilated to the size of the black one. "I'm going to the back, we've been found out." The voice was like a garbage disposal, Morty thought.

"What, W-Wait!" She replied shakily to herself in her normal voice. "The mission's not done."

"The mission has been compromised. Escape." She grumbled jarringly before the second pupils constricted until they were gone completely, leaving the black pupils to shrink down to a small fearful dot.

The girls relatively calm face blanched, and she immediately pawed at Rick's hand, groaning in pain.

"Quite an accomplice you have there, looks like it was just waiting for a chance to bail." The man pushed his fingers deeper. "What agency?" The scientist interrogated downwards. "Who's gonna send more?"

Shae's face screwed up. "Gotcha. Th-that's the name of the agency." She confessed, trying and failing to writhe away. She was more put together before, but now bubblegum tears fell freely down her cheeks.

"Never heard of them." That info didn't really help him. "Who hired you?"

"They didn't tell me."

"Wrong answer." He added another finger.

Morty began feeling increasingly uncomfortable with the amount of... this she was seeing.

Shae gripped his hand so tightly her knuckles turned white. "Ack! I-I'm serious! They only tell my co-pilot classified stuff like that!" Her heels dug into the ground and scooted heavily across the carpet but she wasn't able to move an inch.

"Your co-pilot?" Rick scissored his fingers, stretching and audibly cracking the black charred flesh.

"Oh my god, oh my—" She babbled out worthlessly between puffs and whines. "Ye-Yes! Th-The parasite."

"Stop! Shae!" Jessica had seen enough and stood up to stop the man but Morty turned around and raised her arms out to the side, blocking the redhead.

"R-Rick what's happening?" She glanced over her shoulder at him, pressing for an explanation.

"W-We'll have more time to discuss this later."

He stood up, wiping the goop off on his coat and pocketed the blaster, trading it for the portal gun. He shot the ground underneath the blonde. She fell through the green circle. both the circle and the girl disappeared.

"Shae!" Jessica yelled once more.

His eyes set on the redhead. "You're next."

The prep didn't let her intimidation show, she couldn't. She spent too much time and energy doing that with Brad and she was tired. The only reason Brad threatened her family was to get her to do as she was told. If she wasn't there, then why would he possibly want to hurt them? As long as her family was safe, she had no fear. If she was going to die right then and there, so be it.

Jessica lurched, grabbing Rick's coat, screaming in his face, "What did you do to her?" She yanked him down closer so she could glare into his eyes. "What the fuck is going on?"

"Chill!" He ripped her fists away from him and held them. She went for his blaster tucked in the back of his pants, Morty taken aback by her boldness.

"Jessica, Stop!" She stayed in place, knowing full well that Rick wouldn't hesitate to 'smack a bitch'.

"Ugh!" Rick grabbed the blaster from Jessica's loose grip and held both guns out of her reach. He jabbed an elbow at her, trying to push her back, while she had been down going to tackle him by his waist. He ended up elbowing her right in the mouth.

She yelped and slapped her hands over the area. It wasn't too hard, but as she pulled her red fingers away she realized how bad the busted lip hurt. She knitted her brow. Tears welled up and leaked out of her eyes as it bled sourly.

"You want more? I've got more." Rick warned, distressed that he actually drew blood. Although not obvious, this was his version of apologizing.

Morty quickly got in between the two of them before this scuffle escalated into anything more.

Jessica threw herself forward once more to try and throw down with the old man. "Jessica! C-Calm down!" His granddaughter caught the redhead as a small bright red dot appeared on her forehead.

Morty followed the trail that pierced the air back to its source, Rita's index finger. Her hand making a shaking finger gun, her one good eye focused on them.

"Your little parasite possessed friend is fine." He waved absentmindedly to Rita. "Stand down, look the blood is red." He pointed out.

Jessica breathed deeply, and closed her eyes. "I'm sorry, I think I-I'm not understanding then what I just saw." She put hand up to grip the side of her head, as if a headache began to spread. LWas that n-not Shae o-or is she sick? H-How did you know this 'Shae' w-was a-a...a that 'thing'?"

"I didn't, she just really annoyed me. Did you hear that fake accent? Did you see what she was wearing? Like an Austin frat boy, amirite?" He cracked and expectantly gestured.

"R-Rick..." Morty for once wished he was more serious as to quell both of the girls concerns.

Jessica was at a lost on how to react to that.

"She's fine. Jesus, didn't realize I had such a tough crowd. It's a portal gun, I know you've seen me use it before-at the school. She should be under the locked bunker, alive, maybe. Also, that Shae punk isn't your family, you don't know her." He directed his words to the prep.

"What are you talking about? I've, I've known her my whole life." Jessica retorted.

"Do you have any bad memories of her?" He asked once more, increasingly irritated. "No one's perfect, definitely not someone like that."

"I already told you she's been annoying and kind of pushy as of late."

"And by 'as of late' you mean today?" Rick crossed his arms. "Because there's a good chance that your memory isn't gonna add up."

She was quiet. She pulled away from the brunette, looking up and to the side, using two fingers to press down on her bloodied lip. She thought.

Morty chimed in, "You know, you didn't mention her when we were texting. S-Someone moving in does s-seem like something that would c-c-come up."

"Hush... I'm trying to think!" The girl snapped. "I-I have like really awesome memories of us together!"

"Oh yeah?" Rick asked sarcastically. "Spill."

"She beat up a bully for me two years ago at school!"

"Ha! Was the bully a dwarf?" Rick snorted.

"Hold up, I know for a fact that n-never happened. She's four years older than you. Even if she w-was from here, which she's not, she wouldn't have been in the same middle school as us." Morty held her own chin between her index finger and thumb. "Plus! I definitely would've seen that, o-or at least heard about it."

"Morty, you don't know everything about me, you didn't know about Brad." She put a hand on her hip.

"I remember when you stood up for tha weird kid Mary in the fifth grade. You also kicked that bully Luke in seventh grade, people may have talked bad about you behind your back…" she noticed how confused Jessica's face grew. "... out of jealousy, but nobody was ever bold enough to mess with you."

Jessica's head tilted to the side, "You remember all that?"

Morty blushed and nodded "I-I was..." She rubbed the back of her head, "... always infatuated with you-"

"AAAAAAnd I've had enough of this. You don't even know how to spell that." Rick interrupted, shooting a portal on a nearby wall. "Come on Morticia, help me take her to the archive." He motioned towards the impromptu exit. "We g-got some erasing to do. Then we're dropping her off and getting off the grid."

"What?" Jessica and Morty ask in unison.

"You know, her memory."

Morty recovered from her perturbation much faster than the redhead.

"Rick, actually!" Morty pushes nervously, knowing she was in no position to be asking favors. "I, we-we need your help." She looked back towards Jessica, the redhead giving her a small nod of approval.

"Whatever it is, I don't care." He continued towards the portal.

Morty bit her lip. "Rick..."

Rick looked over his shoulder, shooting Morticia a look that told her to move her feet, but she didn't listen.

"We don't have time for this Mort-"

"Brad's beating Jessica!" She blurted out.

Silence.

"O-Oh dear." Rita muttered.

Rick's expression didn't change. But he did turn away.

"Brad is... my..." Jessica started out unconfidently.

"Your what? Dad? Grandpa? Lover? Not just exclusively one?"

Jessica didn't catch that but Morty sure as hell did. She shifted her stance in disconcertion. 'Smartass.'

"My, my boyfriend." She held her eyes off to the side, her shoulders hunched, ashamed to admit as much.

"Uh, D-3." Rita pushed her fingers together. "I-I-I hate to rush you b-buuut they c-could be sending back ups right now aaan-and we don't know—"

"I know that Rita." He twist his head back and spat.

Rick pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

A moment passed. "We reallydon't have time for this Morty."

He shook his head as if to shake off the girls' confessions. "Let's go."

"Rick!"

"Morty!" He barked back.

She gave a mirthless scoff. "I don't believe it!" Sure she knew he was an awful person but he was reaching a whole new plane.

"Well you better."

"We can't just let her go back to living like that!"

"Yeah! We fucking can! It's not our problem."

Jessica's eyes switched between the two, awkwardly. Furrowing her brow at her future being discussed so flippantly.

"Rick! Come on! There's got to be something you can do!"

"That something I can do is get us the hell out of here."

Morticia's words were running dry. Surely he was better than this. What did she see in him before? "Rick what if it were me?" She motioned towards herself. "Would you let someone do something like that to me?"

"Maybe with the way you're acting now I would." He shot her a look that could kill.

Clearly with the stakes now raised after her fuck up, she would have to compromise. She grumbled, "Okay, okay, how far back?"

"Minimum for the machine is a solid 24 hours, come on." He tipped his head in the direction.

"Rick!" She was putting her foot down.

"Morty there are more important things now than getting a girlfriend, if she really likes you then she will ask to hang out again after all of this blows over."

"That's not the problem, Rick. Come on, what about that powder you used on dad and Summer earlier this week?"

"Wait, Wait, Wait. Don't I get a say in this?" Jessica butted in.

Rick ignored her.

"It won't wipe her clean like I want. It would still be in her unconscious."

"Why does that matter?" She tilted her head.

"Oh my god we are running out of time." Rick grumbled.

"Let me make it in your best interest." In a swift and calculated move, Rick seized Morty's wrists and pulled her close.

She was puzzled about his intention as he slipped a hand around her lower back, but as he cupped her face with his other hand she began straining to get out of the gentle but firm grip.

"Oh, no you don't." His arms tightened like a vise.

"Rick!" She twisted her head and put her hands on his chest, struggling to put distance between them. "Stop it!"

"Yeah, now look who's pushing away from who." Rick grunted as he dug his index finger and thumb into the hollow of her cheeks, pulling her to look at him. "I thought this was what you wanted. What was it you said to me earlier on the ship again?" He stared right into Morticia's eyes as if she would actually answer him.

"Rick." She was dead quiet but dead serious. "Y-You know d-damn well you're twisting th-this." She continued to pull against his grip.

"'I liked it. You liked it.'" He mimicked her in a light falsetto. "'I know you're good for me.' That's what she said to me this afternoon Jessica." After he finished quoting her his voice dropped back down as he looked towards the redhead, her jaw was slacked in disbelief. "That's perfect, keep making that face." He turned the teen's head to face Jessica, but she kept her eyes down.

"Jessica, don't listen t-to him." Her cheeks turned red and eyes began to moisten, she couldn't bring herself to see what kind of expression was on her crush's face.

"Wow. Not even going to try denying it." He sneered.

She knew Rick was going to erase Jessica's memory and this was his way of punishing her but it felt too real. Too confrontational of the problems in their relationship.

"R-Rick this is too far." Morty's eyes stayed glued to the floor.

"Yeah, That's what I thought when you were crawling into my lap Morty-"

"Rick." She murmured.

He tangled his fingers in the back of her hair and pulled it lightly down so she would look up.

"Look at her Morty! Look at her while I tell her what you did to me. How you straddled me in the ship and ran a hand through my hair and-" He seemed much too eager to do this.

She swallowed as she looked through tears at Jessica.

"a-and made out your Grandfather, even after I told you 'no'."

The girl swayed under Rick's hands, the prep's look was a punch in the gut.

The unevenly scrunched up nose, parted lips, slightly bared teeth and cocked eyebrow. The folds on her face, the places it stretched told Morticia everything she didn't want to know.

"Soak it in Tisha." His voice turned sweet and he turned her back around to face him. "Th-This is what we-we will get every time." He pointed at the other young girl. "Mille viae ducunt homines per saecula Romam..." The silence was almost too thick to breathe. Rick realized Morty didn't understand him, but probably never would no matter what terms he told her in. He sighed, "You'll get it when you're older." He smiled a sad little smile. "I guess one for the road wouldn't hurt before I get rid of this night-" The words had barely left his mouth before he swiftly leaned over.

"-and nip this in the bud."

His lips were on hers.

3

This was the third time he's kissed her within 24 hours.

The third time he's kissed her ever.

There was a soft gasp from behind the brunette. The Smith hadn't realized she left her eyes wide open.

Another gasp. No. It was a sob from Jessica.

"Wha...Morty—what, what the fuck." The preps voice quivered.

Morty reeled back after she registered the words.

Just as Rick began to open his eyes almost woefully, his face was met with a fist that Morty wound up with the distance she pulled away. It was worse than she meant it to be, the sound reminded her of a sound effect in a movie.

Rick recoiled, hands clamping around his nose. He stumbled back. The young girl almost felt bad as she watched blood burst from underneath his fingers. Almost.

The way his eyes opened and tearfully flicked from betrayal to anger did cause a drop in her stomach though.

He pointed to the still open portal. "It's to the subterranean section. Rita, Jessica, if you'd please give us a moment." The emphasis in his voice was toxic and nasally from him cradling his nose.

A moment came and went.

He violently clears his throat before his female doppelgänger piped up. "Uh-Uh, yeah..." Rita motioned for Jessica to follow her.

"I-I'm not leaving." The prep shakily tread towards the two. "Morty, are you , you— I mean does he..." she trailed off while shaking her head incredulously.

"Uhhh. J-Jessica, come on sweetheart." Rita saw the tension rising in the room and moved to deescalate it. "I-I can show you the lab." She maneuvered quickly past the relatives and moved behind Jessica, pushing her lightly by her shoulders.

She jolted away and bounded towards the old man. But Morty stood as a hurtle in front her.

"Jessica. Stop! I-I'm serious!" Even with Morty's vertical disadvantage, she had weight on her side and was able to keep the redheads assault of tiny fists from hitting their intended target. Rick glared on.

"You, you pervert! I'll kill you!" She spat, in a blind rage, she shoved Morticia out of the way and into her dresser. But before she could lay a hand on him Rita pounced on her. The elder restrained her, rapping her arms around her from behind.

Rita lifted her with a grunt and a struggle.

"I'd like to see you try." He growled. "Rita, get her out of here."

Even when wildly thrashing, Jessica couldn't get her arms out from the woman's grip as she hobbled towards the glowing opening.

Morticia pressed her lips in a thin line, attempting to disguise her quaking fear that gripped her stomach in it's icy claws.

They enter, the green aura evaporated and he quietly began typing in another set of coordinates into the gun. "After this is dealt with, we are going to the Citadel." He muttered to himself before looking up. His nostrils flaired, "Let's chat."

"I-I-I-" As he slowly clambered across the room towards her, her resolve rapidly fell apart. The youth tried to keep the distance between them fixed. "I-IIIII didn't mean to h-hit you Rick." She intended to hold up her offended façade that caused her to strike, while trying to dig herself out of this not-so-metaphorical grave.

"Oh but you already did." He growled matter-of-factly and slammed his blaster and portal gun on the desk.

The back of her knees hit the bed, she swayed but steeled herself, as he approached the area beside her.

"You just don't get it do you Morticia?" Looking out the window. His mood seemed relatively calm for what just happened but she knew it was just because there was about to be a storm. If she tried, she could save herself from his wrath, but patience was not her virtue. So she opted to instigate and push her luck.

"No... I-I think you don't get it." She let her eyes glance up from her feet to him to watch his reaction. He was dabbing beneath his nose with the sleeve of his lab coat, his eyes fell on the houses across the street. "Y-You may be a genius, but you do not 'get' this." She intensified her statement by gesturing wildly. "Who the fuck does that kind of shit?! Wh-What kind of Rick does-"

"Don't you dare go there." His shoulders tensed but he kept his head straight forward. "What kind of Rick? WHAT KIND OF RICK? No." He pivoted towards her. "What kind of Morty-" the word was scoffed out like a slur for incompetence. "-do you have to be to not be thankful that you aren't made to fill the traditional Morty role. You don't even know what that means though, do you?" He put a hand on his hip and watched the girls eyes go back down to the ground. "You know why I never take you to the Citadel?"

Morty tried to recalled the few times she had asked him that very question and his answer. "Because... They're all up their own asses?"

"Besides that, that, that place is disgustingly toxic. You're not gonna like what I'm about to say but you'll have to deal." His eyes didn't leave her. "What kind of Morty do you have to be to not make it easier on their Rick who is trying to protect her. Her Rick who lets them enjoy the freedoms so many other Morties don't. What kind of Morty let's strangers into the house after her Rick specifically and reasonably tells h-her to wait inside the house alone for safety until he gets back. What kind of Morty does that shit even when she knows there's a sex trafficking ring looking for Morties like her?" His voice rose well above yelling.

"W-What're you gonna say, huh? A stupid one?" She shot back, attempting to hide her defensiveness. When he said it like that... she did feel pretty stupid.

"Well you're right about one thing." He sighed. "And then there's the kissing thing. I know Impulse control doesn't run in this family, you get that from me."

"You were the one who kissed me first!"

"Yeah, but I was drunk. What's you're excuse?" The gall of this man.

"Y-You're going to try and m-make me feel weird and gross about reciprocating your feelings from way earlier this morning." The tears that had been stinging her eyes finally spilled over. "W-W-Well it's too late, I-I already know I am. I just, I... Just-" She heaved erratically. "I just didn't think that y-you would think that." The girl dragged the back of her closed hand underneath her eye. "But obviously you were j-just wasted this morning, j-just like you said."

"Morty, you're not gross." His voice not quite as harsh as before.

"You d-don't have to l-lie." Turning away from him, she wrapped her arms around her body.

"It's-It's normal, Morty-well I wouldn't say normal, but," He cautiously stepped in her direction and with equal caution formed his words. "-it's notunusual."

She shook her head, she wasn't paying attention to him. She couldn't, she knew he was lying. There's no way this wasn't unusual. She had thought maybe they had a connection deeper than what was seen at first glance, a relationship other than mad scientist and side kick. Just because of that stupid kiss. It meant nothing. It was nothing to him. How could she not see that he just does things without thinking? "W-What's wrong with me?!"

"You're alright Tisha..." Rick extended his hand out to touch her shoulder as a show of reassurance, but she was having none of it.

"But when you do things like on you did on the ship. It, you-you... do things to me." He pulled at the hair on the sides of his head. "Physically, doing things to me as of the past few hours and it-it's getting harder to keep my hands off. So you've got to stop this."

That last part made her heart jump but his refusal to take even partial blame fueled her irritation.

She hadn't heard not even an utterance of an apology from him through out this entire mishap. Not once. Morty has tried to move on from it and spend time with Jessica but Rick just brought it up again and made everything sticky.

She swung her arm out with the force she spun around with, hitting his sternum. He just looked down at her, detached. "I tried to be a normal teenager after this morning and the ship incident! Then..." She kept hitting his chest but the power behind them decrescendoed. They didn't hurt, but it was enough to make him grunt the first time. "Y-You, you..." She sniffled. "-you did that, in front of Jessica." She pulled back a fist and threw it only for Rick to catch it by the wrist.

"Okay, that's enough. This conversation has o-officially come full circle and I'm getting r-real sick of you hitting me." He shoved her back and she fell on the bed. "I tried the carrot, now meet the stick."

Rick grabbed a framed photo off the night stand.

It was from Morty's 6th grade Daddy-Daughter dance. It was the first and only time Morty had gone to one. Mainly because of how shy she was and her embarrassment of her dads mannerisms. But since it was the last year she could go to one before middle school started, her parents talked her into attending it. It was clear that her and Jerry had had a fun night. Despite her timid ways, Morty loved getting dressed up and wearing the corsage her father bought for her (with Beth's money of course). And Jerry loved having Morty's attention for the whole night. It was one of the rare occurrences when he was the fun parent. They had both enjoyed dancing to classics from the past and hits from the present all night.

The picture was taken near the end of the evening, when Morticia spilled punch on her yellow dress followed by tears of humiliation but her mood took a quick turn when her dad poured punch on his own suit. 'Oops.' He had shrugged sarcastically. She giggled at the idea of matching stains.

It never failed to amuse the girl and remind her of Jerry's good humanity despite his constant stupidity.

Rick threw the memory to the ground.

The shattering didn't faze the young worn teen, she was caught in memories but brought back to the moment when Rick ground the ball of his foot on the broken frame, destroying the image.

She shot up from the bed. "Hey!" She yelled indignantly as if she was the one being ripped up underneath his shoe. The elder let his fist go through the thin dry wall. Morty was honestly taken aback with how hysterical he was being. "What's your problem?!" She began to take a step forward, to attempt to stop him from breaking anything else.

"No!" He ripped his hand from the dusty grip of the wall. She jumped back "You sit down and shut up or I swear to God." He pointed a powder cover finger at her.

The power of his voice was jarring and sent the girl back on the bed, crawling until her back hit the wall. She had only ever seen his actions get this intense when dealing with someone who was actively trying to harm him or his family. It usually didn't end so well for them. But he wouldn't hurt her, she just needed to calm him down. "Rick l-let's just talk." She should've just been compliant.

"We were, you idiot." He foamed through clenched teeth as he encroached on Morticia's personal space. Shoulders hunched and finger still extended out accusingly. "You always say that right after you take things too far. Bringing the family down on me, earlier in the ship with the wheel, so obviously you can't 'just talk'"

He had a knee on the bed, Morty thought if she pushed into the wall any more, she would make a her-shaped hole in the drywall and brick and fall into the backyard. Unfortunately for her, this was not the case as she was trapped in her own bed. "So you're gonna listen. You understand?" The bed groaned under Rick as he added his other knee.

He was so close, never before having got in her space like this, at least not when he wasn't completely smashed or having a manic episode going on about how it was gonna be "Rick and Morty forever and ever." He had never been upset to the point that he was physical with her. But still, he wouldn't hurt her, or at least not physically. "Nod, don't talk." He towered over her and glared down into her wide eyes.

She nodded.

He inhaled. Exhaled.

Suddenly the man threw himself towards her. Before she could flinch or whimper, his hands slammed onto the wall on either side of her head.

"Ah!" She yelped.

'He wouldn't hurt me... right?' That once obvious question was starting to have a not so obvious answer.

He seethed, breathing laboriously in her face.

Morty closed her eyes and turned her head away, scrunching her face up pathetically. "R-Rick! You—You're scaring-"

"No." He grabbed her chin mid-sentence and angled it rough so she would be looking up at him.

Her day-old-lipstick stained lip trembled.

"Look at me in my eyes while I'm speaking to you Morticia Smith." Rick's two fingers dug into the hollows of her eyeliner-stained cheeks, causing her flaky, dry lips to part.

Morty slowly obeyed, peaking behind long wet eyelashes, black and slightly clumped from mascara and a days wear-and-tear.

"That's more like it." His grip on her face loosened. "I love it when you're like this. Your naive, undivided attention on me, believe it or not I like it when we get along." He caressed her jaw in a way that sent an unsettling shiver down Morty's spine. "And, you looked so grown up today too, I thought maybe you'd matured." He threaded his fingers absentmindedly through her hair. "But you prove to me yet again that despite a few hardware differences, you're probably the Mortiest Morty I've had the displeasure of knowing."

Rick ran his hand behind the girls head, meticulously pulling her messy braid loose. "You're not one for breaking stereotypes. Just a dumb Morty." Her hair softly fell on her shoulders. "I don't like yelling at you, but if you're gonna act like a Morty, I'm gonna act like a Rick." His fingers fell through her hair and grazed her neck. It tickled pleasantly, unwelcomely. "I don't tell you to do things for my own health." His head bent even more, lips touching the shell of her ear. She cringed away slightly, as much as she could with no where to go.

Under different circumstance she would have enjoyed this, been enthralled in fact, but this didn't feel right. His actions didn't seem to line up with his intentions.

"I-I'm—" His voice shook not with anger but rather a deep paranoia. He sighed. "I'm trying to keep us together. That Rita, K18ε6? Her Morty is gone."

A wave of nausea and confusion hit Morticia. She had just seen her file a week ago. Had that trafficking-ring-thing really snatched her up within the two weeks of her starting her period? She was even taking the medicine that Rick was wanting to steal!

"To make matters worse, she didn't even have any left over medicine, it's a biannual injection now."

The girl shook her head in disbelief.

"That's right... I said I would help but honestly, I don't know if I can."

Morticia was making the bed vibrate. There was a sound of her lips parting, she exhaled and barely whispered an apology before Rick shushed her. "Grandpa's still talking."

What was the point of this? How was getting all up in her face gonna fix anything?

Rick bit her ear.

Oh. That's what was happening.

Lurching in alarm, her hands clasped around the lapels of the scientists coat.

Her slightly freckled pale skin was heated red and tears bubbled up easily in her already damp eyes.

Whether he knew it or not, this man was recklessly toying with her emotions in a precise way; playing with his food.

Was this supposed to be punishing her? Rick had to know this was coming off as overly sensual... and creepy.

It stirred something inside of her, lust definitely but it wasn't... comfortable sort of overwhelming heat like it had been in the ship. It was on the back burner, if anything it was intimidation that kept her from telling him to back off. It would probably be pointless to try to anyways, he would just get more riled up if she started talking.

'Isn't this what I kind of wanted?' She thought.

He buried his face into the crux of her neck. "I've been so good to you." Yanked by fingers in her brunette locks, Morty's head snapped to the side and her neck was exposed. She hissed and her fingers intertangled with his, trying to get him to loosen his grip, to no avail. Her voice rose in panic. "Rick—"

"You—You have no idea, what other Rick's would've done to you by now." His tongue ran over her skin briefly before Rick sunk his teeth in the soft flesh.

"M-Mmmph!" The teen keened.

Rick fought himself to not draw blood. He was already going for it and might as well of driven the point home.

It was obvious, to Morticia, that she didn't have a right to say no. It didn't seem right after trying to pressure Rick in the ship and making this huge mistake. 'I'd be a hypocrite...'

Hot breath blew across the teeth marks. He pulled away and looked down through half-lidded eyes, and in the moonlight that shone through the window she saw his stone-faced frown.

"Ask me Tisha."

She swallowed, glad he had stopped nipping at her. "W-What would th-th-they do to me Rick?" Voice dry and softly cracking.

In a swift movement he stood up from the bed and yanked her by the ankle so that she was flat on her back. For the second time that day, he straddled her. Hands pinned above her head with one hand, he hovered over her and pressed the weight of his body down, crushing her hips.

Her eyebrows knitted and she attempted to twist out from under him but with no purchase. Rick's odd behavior started to become too much for Morticia, she didn't like this powerless feeling. He could do whatever he wanted to her and it was starting to feel like if she told him to stop, he wouldn't, and even if she fought back, it wouldn't matter because he was stronger. Maybe this is what Rick felt like earlier?

'Is that what he's trying to get across?'

She didn't say anything.

"You would be a second class citizen in the eyes of the Citadel, a Rick's property. And if you weren't owned, you'd either live it down in Morty Town or be taken in their welfare system, I'd wager it's shit considering how most Mortys prefer to live in the slums." He slipped his free hand slowly underneath the hem of her pants. She sucked her gut in as soon as the feeling registered, attempting to get away from his cold touch. "And that's not even the crime-ring that's actively pursuing you." Rick traced indiscernible patterns on the pudge of her lower stomach.

"You wouldn't even have a choice Morty. It wouldn't matter if you were scared or tired or sick." The fingers inches higher, caressing her ribs. A bit ticklish, her hips bucked under his.

"And pretty ones like you? They're the first to spoil." As the shirt was lifted, he placed his fingernail above her navel. She bit back a moan. "You'd be popular, barely having time to yourself. The top bidders of the day would have their way with you." Rick pressed the sharp nail up the center line of her body, stopping at her bra, hooking his fingers on the strap connecting the two cups and let it snap to her chest.

"Your—ehem—'undercarriage' would always be sore." He used his knee to separate her legs, pressing it up against her groin. Morty sucked in through her teeth. She'd imagined this too many times, it was almost exactly like her fantasy. But something wasn't right, it caused the contents of her stomach to turn to heavy, icy slush.

"Never being able to sit comfortably? Never allowed outside? Forced to live out your utility value on your back, confined to a trashy bed, until demand for you runs out?" He pressed his forehead to hers. "Is that what you want Morticia?"

Tears spilled down her face.

"To be raped everyday until they get tired of you?"

The thought before was disturbing but the blunt terms he used painted a sickening picture for her. And to be told this in such a compromising, submissive position made her skin crawl and her stomach squeeze in disgust. Being overpowered like this, she felt stupid and weak.

Had she been overreacting this whole time? Her intuition said no but she was aware that she had a tendency to be wrong about a lot of things. Up until a week ago, she was swooning daily over Rick. And what? She labeled him the devil all because of a misunderstanding? Is that all it took? Then she went and made it worse by being rebellious and bringing a sketchy character home despite her better judgement.

'He just wanted to keep me safe.'

She felt like the worlds biggest idiot.

She shook her head and whimpered. "N-No."

"That's what I thought." Shifting and pulling her legs around his waist, his expression softened. "C-C'mere, Tisha."

She didn't move from her spot. Instead staring blankly at the ceiling, and sniffling.

Maybe Rick wasn't being a jerk. Maybe he really did just want the best for her. But it definitely didn't feel like it.

But what would she know?

She was 'Just a dumb Morty.' It replayed in her head. Maybe Rick was right, like he usually is about things.

"I'm s-sorry." She rubbed her eyes tiredly. "You're right."

"I'm glad you realized that but moping's not gonna make anything better." He huffed. "Now come on, sit up."

At that she hesitantly propped herself up on her elbows, purposely keeping her eyes down and covered by her bangs. The man grabbed her from under her arms and pulled her up, letting her lay her head on his shoulder.

"You're lucky I'm as forgiving as I am." Rick joked quietly. "But you have to listen to me from now on if you want to have a chance of surviving this." He pet her hair. She closed her eyes.

This was the Rick she loved, the surely it was the 'true Rick'. Past all his questionable ethics, constant berating, boundary crossing, and substance abuse, he was a good person deep down. He had to be.

'Because he cares for me more than any one in the universe.' Her heart swelled wishfully. 'That's why this will still work out. Because he wants to take care of me, it doesn't matter that it's unconventional.'

"I love you, you know that Morty?" Pressed to her ear, he murmured softly.

It wasn't the first time he's said that, but it was the first time he's said that without being intoxicated, in danger or both. So it must be true.

But... she caused him so much trouble, she had to make it up to him. So he would stay. She was sure even he had a breaking point.

She went for his neck, and Rick turned his head away from her, maybe to try and stop her? Or maybe to present more flesh. Like a mortal sacrificing a lamb to a deity for atonement. Atonement from a sin which hadn't been committed yet.

Her lips hovered just above the offering. Rick felt her breathe in. "I love you too."

He smelled like defeat and uncertainty. The scent was bitter, like dried tears. Even though she was this close to him, the smell of alcohol was undetectable. Not even the drug he synthesized a few hours ago had a grip on his mind. He was more sober than he had been in a while, but his mind swam

Morticia nibbled the skin, testing the waters.

He let her. She could feel him tense up, and she waited for him to deny her again. But he only trembled and sighed, making no move to engage or stop her.

The girl licked the tooth imprints, copying Ricks earlier actions in a gentler manner. She wanted him so bad, but didn't want to scare him off. Morty trailed kisses up to his ear.

"Grandpa," That was a risk, using that title which reminded both of them of their blood relationship, but Morty knew how he loved to be called that as much as he denies it. She bit down softly on his ear lobe and grabbed his shoulders, trying to push him down. "Please."

Rick pulled back to look at her expression, then off to the side once more before exhaling loudly. "Fine." Pulling his flask from his coat, he guzzled down all of it and burped as he put the cap back on. "EUGhou got me." He fell back on the bed. They were in the opposite positions they had been in before dawn.

Morticia looked down upon Rick, who gazed upwards at her, a light flush dusted on his cheeks. She drank in the sight, vulnerability is the ultimate aphrodisiac. At least, it should've been.

This felt better, she didn't feel as constrained by Ricks foul mood. But the memories of what had happened mere minutes ago still distracted her. She had a hard time looking at his face without remembering him yelling.

He put a hand behind his head and glimpsed away apprehensively. "Well?" Rick moved a hand to rest on his stomach, briefly touching Morty's.

Her blood was still cold from the conflict, but why? It was over.

Both shared a moment to blush. Morty was thrown in a loop. Rick was... nervous too. It made her own stomach flip.

Ah she was just being too sensitive.

"Are you just gonna sit there?" There he is, there's her Rick. "Didn't you-"

Clumsily smashing her mouth to his, she shut him up. His eyes went wide but closed as she licked his bottom lip.

He opened up immediately. Morticia was quick to deepen the kiss as well. Thoughts about this have plagued her all day.

His kiss tasted nasty.

The lust she felt in the ship eluded her. It was there, but it was hard to get lost in it like before.

Passion wasn't the drive behind her ministrations, but rather guilt. A guilt for fighting with Rick. She could make it up to him.

"I'm sorry Grandpa." She whispered in between kisses desperately. "I'll listen to you."

"Good girl." He replied.

The man let her lead for now, this was her idea after all. He didn't want to hear her complaining if he did anything she didn't like. He did take initiative, however, by moving his hand from his stomach to her cheek to cradle her face, and another to grab her hip.

She hummed in response, tangling a hand in his thinning hair. She pressed her weight on his groin and rutted back and forward languidly, like she'd seen in those pornos, like she'd seen in her dreams.

Rick groaned into her mouth. "Jesus" he bucked up.

It was as if his stomach was shocked. It jolted along with the spike of adrenaline swimming through his veins. Even under the heavy haze of the alcohol, he felt his cock twitched. His hands went rigid. Rick needed a moment to collect himself, well more like to control himself. The man's whole body ached to flip her on her back and take things a little farther. The arousal he felt pulsating through out his body was unrelenting.

But he froze in response, not giving himself any potential to act on this impulse. He exhaled frustratingly out of his nose. It wasn't often he exercised self control.

He didn't know how far she wanted to go.

"D-Did you like that?" She stopped, though still leaned over him.

"Y-Yeah." He croaked softly, his grip on her hip getting tighter.

Morticia huffed and pulled away, her face red. "Rick?" Was he getting mad again?

He opened his eyes, worried she's finally realized how fucked this was. "W-Whaa"

"Come on." She pulled at his coat.

He cocked his brow. "W-Whaaat is it?" Worry making his voice smaller. Rick lifted his head and pulled his hand away. His eyes searching Morty's face for the regret he was so sure she would feel.

"Ugh...Y-You're gonna m-make me say it?" She mumbled under her breath.

"Oh God." Rick propped his elbows behind him. "I-I knew this w-would happen." He ran a hand fervently through his messy hair.

"H-Huh?" Morty tilted her head, irked. "What now?"

Rick shook his head and slurred. "I-I knew it, I told y-y-you, I-" He got pushed down.

"Oh my God, d-don't you want to kiss m-me like you did in the ship?" She absentmindedly hooked a finger in the front of Ricks trousers. Relief fell over his features, amused at Morty's bashfulness. "I can f-f-feel it." She wavered on her knees . "Y-You don't have to be so gent-" He sat up to kiss her, and slipped out of his coat

"Ee!" Morticia was thrown down on her bed then pinned by her lower half, Rick between her legs. He clung to her, their chests pressed to each other, the friction heating them both up. The sounds of clashing lips filled the room.

The girl wrapped her arms around his neck, bracing herself to his onslaught of affection.

Again, she felt trapped, but chalked it up to claustrophobia and pushed through it. It was okay now, he wasn't mad.

'I'm just being silly.'

As he sucked on her lips, she began sneaking her hand underneath his shirt, running her fingers over his thin torso down to his happy trail.

He pulled away and gasps in her ear. "W-What do you, what do you want?"

Instead she thought about what he wanted. She recalled something about how it was hard to keep his hands off.

"R-Rick, touch me. P-Please."

It was like he was waiting for her to say that because as soon as she said 'touch' his hand was under her shirt, traversing the smooth skin of her stomach.

"Get this f-fucking thing off." He pulls the shirt up, Morty lifting her arms. Tossing it aside, he refocused his eyes on his Granddaughter splayed out underneath him. She was already throwing her bra across the room. In a movement of second nature, she went to hold her arms to cover herself but Rick stopped her.

Morty looked off to the side, pouting. "Don't stare."

"W-Why not?" Rick made it a point to stare more obviously.

"Because they're small."

Rick scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Y-You were the one who t-took it off, dummy."

She tried to scowl as much as she could while panting and blushing. Clearly this wasn't the answer Morty was looking for.

"You." You he started. "You... Don't look half bad, so you don't n-need to hide, o-or anything like that." He reassured.

"R-Really?" She squeaked at the weak compliment as he went back down to kiss her collar bone.

"Yeah." His answer was muffled by her skin as he trailed down. "But don't, don't let it get to your head." He bit down on her nipple, groping her other breast with his hand.

"A-Ah!" She arched slightly at the unexpected pinch. With all this sucking and biting, she was beginning to get worked up, she couldn't help but reach a hand between her and Rick, down to her crotch.

Rick promptly swatted her hand away. "I-I got it."

His unoccupied hand which clenched her hip slowly, too slowly, creeped down to her thigh, moving inward until his palm was pressed up against the inseam of her jeans. Her legs tightened around him, her knees having an instinctual need to be pulled together.

"Oh, Oh g-geez Rick." She stuttered.

He rubbed up and down through the fabric, and brought himself eye to eye with Morticia. "Y-You sure you want this?"

She thought Rick wanted it, so she guess she did. She nodded her head.

His eyes grew before drew his attention to the buttons on her pants. His cool, aloof exterior slipped slightly. As he began hastily fiddling with the zipper, his phone went off.

It caused him to jump, ripped from his engrossed state. Rick attempted to sit up but Morty held him in place with her arms around his neck.

"UUh, h-hold on, let me sss-silence that, Tisha." She reluctantly let go and he pulled his phone out of his back pocket, then frowned. "Shit, it's R-Rita."

He glanced at Morty then back at the phone. "I-I should get this."

Morty deflated at that.

"H-Hey, hello?" He answered, struggling to sound sober. He winced and pulled the phone away from his ear. "She is?" He listened for a second, then blew a large breath out. "Yeeah I know that. We're coming down."

He hung up the phone and flopped down on his back beside Morty.

He sighed and put an arm underneath her neck. She turned to her side, resting her face on his chest.

"Llllll-listen, Morty, I-I'll see what we c'n do about, about that Brad guy, but n-now, now we can both h-hopefully agree that we need to e-erase her memory—"

Morticia looked off to the side, sadly. "Yeah."

"—and y-yours too." He added.

Her body fell cold and her breathing stopped.

'That motherfucker.'

The flowery veil over her eyes dropped.

Rick felt her go rigid and he squeezed her tighter.

She pried herself out of his arms. The sound of her teeth grinding resonated within her own head.

Red underneath his eyes and a single tear trickled down his cheek; it felt insincere to her.

"What?" Morty asked firmly, moving to sit on his stomach. "Because you love me?"

"...T-Tisha-"

A bolt stripped in her mind. "DON'T CALL ME THAT!" She struck out in hot rage.

He was barely able to cover his face in time, her fists slamming down on his arms.

Morty threw her arms up and flung them down again, harder, but still hit his arms. He tried to roll out from under her, only to be squeezed in place tightly by her thighs. She wound up for a another punch, an actual one, coiling down slightly so she could get a better angle. She snapped her elbow straight, hurling her fist directly into his gut, and falling through with the rest of her weight.

"Hrk!" He sounded like he was going to throw up, she didn't care.

His hands shot down to protect his stomach. Taking advantage of this, she quickly moved her seat up to his chest, his arms now pinned to the sides of his body.

She barraged his face, hit after hit but was only able to land a few. With her not sitting on his middle, he twisted his body and freed his arms. He pushed her off.

He finally sat up, but she was back on him in an instant.

"Moorty! Dammit, stop!" He snarled as he captured both her wrists.

"Fuck. You." She leaned back as far as she could and threw herself forward, head-butting him directly in the face.

It hurt, she didn't care.

He fell back with a single grunt. Morty screamed, thrashing him with everything she had left.

But after a minute she realized he wasn't moving.

She let her hands drop to her side, gasping for breath.

It took a few second for the rage to clear from her sight but when it did...

Oh God.

'What have I done?'

It was hideous.

Morticia felt an abrupt disconnect with her surroundings; she went into a different state of mind so it seemed. Time went by slower, the girl felt she had been in a car going 60 only for it to screech to a stop. Her eyes focused on the trauma and her hearing went fuzzy.

In a morbid way, it was mesmerizing watching the eyelids swell in real-time, slightly parted but not seeing. Turning red as a preview for the blacks and purples to come later. A horizontal gash probably from Morty's nail swelled on the apple of his left cheek, that would explain the blood on her fingers.

Blood and snot pooled on his Cupid's bow. It wasn't unusual to see blood on her Grandpa's pallid fading skin, however it was unusual to see so much gore on him while he's not moving.

A wet sucking sound from the man underneath her slingshotted her back into the present. It wasn't from his mouth but from his bloodied and utterly mutilated nose, if you could call it that anymore. It was the sound of agonal breathing.

"R-Rick?" She put her red stained hands to cover her quivering lip.

He didn't answer, only barely able to pull shallow breaths to his lungs through compromised airways.

She was worse than him. As much as she wanted to believe Rick would forgive her, she knew this had gone too far.

Who knows what he would do once he woke up.

Morticia whimpered and stumbled off the bed.

She needed to leave.

Clumsily running to the her desk, she reached for her back pack.

Where was she going to go? Rick would find her nearly instantaneously if she went anywhere by foot. She couldn't bring her phone, she didn't have a car.

As she poured out the contents of her bag on the ground. What did she need?

She grabbed a pair of scissors from her desk and threw it in her bag. Maybe for protection? Her eyes scanned the rest of her belonging until her eye caught the two guns.

Of course. Rick had put the coordinates to the Citadel in! She decided in a split second that that was where she was going. What she would do there she didn't know, but that was a thought for the future.

She heard Rick groan and swiveled her head towards him, but he only twitched.

She slipped on a plain yellow t-shirt that she picked up from a pile of laundry. She didn't have time to find a bra, but she did grab a hoodie and a pair of jeans and shove it into her bag, not knowing what kind of weather to expect. Pocketing blaster and arming herself with the portal gun, she was ready.

She aimed for the ground and was about to shoot until she heard Ricks phone ring again.

That's right! She couldn't just leave Jessica here.

She held the portal gun under her arm and pulled out the blaster as she made her way to the door

Morticia slipped on something, fumbled, but caught herself.

Glimpsing back, it was Shae's phone. She noticed it still lit up from being touched.

'More the reason not to stay here.' She turned back.

She twisted the door knob with her free hand but it wouldn't budge with the green glass covering situated on it. She gave it a kick, which banged loudly against the surface, but didn't give.

She heard the bed squeak. Turning around she saw Rick grabbing his face, lumbering towards her, drunk on whisky and rage. He flung himself.

She ducked out from his grasp, his body slamming into the sound barrier, shattering it.

Using the door, not caring when individual shards stuck into his hands, he launched himself towards her once more. "Agh! G-Give me that!" The man attempted to throw his arms around her, only to fall prey to a blast from his own weapon through his leg.

"AURgh!" He toppled down, the young Smith sidestepped the falling elder and broke for the door.

With a yank of the door knob the rest of the crumbling translucent sheet collapsed and the door swung open.

She shot out of the room and shoulders bounced against the wall as she barreled down the stairs.

The door to the garage was still ajar.

"MORTICIA!" A bellow rang through out the house.

The teen stumbled over the threshold, knees colliding with the ground, the concrete distressing her jeggings. She slid to a stop an arms length away from the hatch on the ground. Morty yanked the entrance to the subterranean lair open.

"Get off of me!" Jessica spat viciously.

Rita and Jessica appeared to be having their own skirmish, it was less of a fight and more of Rita trying to keep the teen from climbing the ladder.

The redhead looked relieved if only for a second. "Morty!" She backed away from the ladder.

Morty quickly descended, closing the door above her.

"W-Where's your Rick?" Rita eyed the blaster suspiciously with her one good eye.

"Uhhhh." With her norepinephrine-addled brain and a blaster in her hand, it only came naturally to point it at anyone who got in her way. "I-I'm sorry." Morty shot her in the stomach.

The old woman fell back against a console and gripped herself.

"Morty!" Jessica squawked.

"M-Morticia, don't go! It's not safe!" Rita earnestly begged. "I'm warning you!" She tried pull her self up only to slump and thud into the metal again.

Jessica's eyes bulged at the woman's attempts to stand up. "Morty, you just shot her!"

'Obviously'

"D-Don't think about it!" She shoved the blaster into the redheads hand. "Follow me." She untucked the portal gun from under her arm and shot the wall, leading a balking Jessica by her elbow.

"Wait, Where are we going?" Jessica dragged her feet and tried to unhook her arm.

"The Cit—ah!" A blast from behind the two zipped right past Morty and Jessica's ear, hitting the portal. The girls looked back to see Rita pointing that finger gun at them.

"Come back here! I'm not mad. I-I'll talk to Rick, just don't go!" She desperately bargained.

The two ran forward to the opening.

Rita, in a last attempt to keep them here, fired another warning shot. The blast grazing the side of Morty's calf, causing her to tumble through the portal, bringing Jessica with her.

It closed.

Aaaaaaand that's the end of section 1!

I really hope I don't come off as trying to paint Rick as a good guy. Like he's acting pretty gross obviously and I'm trying to tell the story in a way that conveys Morticias skewed sense of love... while also writing smut.

Don't look at me.

Anyways We find our lovely protagonist in the hustle and bustle of the Citadel in the next chapter

Agh I don't know why I put these notes here sometimes, well I do but it's not fun to state the obvious

Feel free to message me about anything at all, its on my profile. With college, working to pay for college and exercise, I don't really get the chance to talk about things with people.

Comments are always appreciated, but really I'm just motivated by the fact that anybody is reading this at all!

So thank you.

(If Theres any syntax/grammar errors I missed, sorry I'm like the worst editor. I hate editing)