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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Reader
  Additional Tags:
      Implied/Referenced_Child_Abuse, Murder, Revenge, Beating, Reader-Insert
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-13 Words: 6079
****** Some times your family sucks balls, so I"ll be your family ******
by JadeElite
Summary
     Still archiving old fics. This one is probably the most potentially
     triggering one that I wrote during the era. This was part of an art
     trade, the content was requested, and I complied by writing what is
     probably one of the most beautiful pieces I have ever created (if one
     finds beauty in this sort of thing) To this day I'm still kind of
     proud of this one
You are, rather against your will, at a family reunion of sorts. Your father’s
siblings and their kids are visiting from the other side of the country, and
your father made it clear that if you didn’t show up he’d be ‘disappointed’ in
you. Which translated to he was going to tell the entire family, both sides,
including the family members you like, that you’re an ungrateful bitch of a
daughter and have to endure a few years of scorn for the incident. They had
rented out half of their favorite restaurant for the meeting, and you were
sitting, making small talk with a few of your cousins. You glance around
nervously on occasion, if ‘he’ shows up then you’re bailing. Your phone sits on
your leg, a text primed to notify your ‘getaway driver’ you had been surprised
he agreed to help so easily.
“HEEEY sorry I’m late, traffic man, how do you guys get anywhere out here?” The
voice sends chills up your spine, you really thought he might not show. Your
aunt said he had some business to take care of, and might not finish it in time
for the lunch. You knock your phone out of your lap your hands are shaking so
badly. Keeping your head down while you pick it up, you pray he doesn’t notice
you.
“Jeez Uncle Lar, you’re so loud you scared…” Your cousin is cut off by a
pointed glare from you. Grabbing the phone you send the emergency text. You
thought maybe you could handle it, but no, you can’t be in the same room as him
it’s just, too much.
“There’s my favorite niece,” His disturbingly jovial voice is right behind you,
you squeak when he claps a hand on your shoulder. “Aaaah I didn’t mean to scare
you, but man you still are cute when you make noises like that. Just like when
the fireworks went off when you were little and you were so scared you….” Every
muscle in your body is tight, defensive, terrified. He stops talking as
somebody entering the restaurant calls your name. The wild, light blue hair is
a sight that is a relief, his somewhat gravelly voice helps ease the tension in
your chest. For a moment you recall how the conversation went, to get him to be
your knight in shining lab coat for once.
-
“If you don’t want to go urp don’t go.” Rick was focused on his latest
‘project’ something he was going to be selling, you were helping. “Like really
why do you need me to come in and save your ass when you could just not go?”
“Listen, I actually try to get along with… most… of my family.” You scowled,
bent over a blueprint. “Unlike some people I try to not piss them off but… I
need an out if things go sour.”
“Why the urp hell would it go sour it’s just family, what’s the worst that can
happen? They’ll ask you why you aren’t married with seven kids yet?” He
smirked, leaned over and smacked your ass. “Afraid they’ll find out it’s
because you’re urp you’re pussy is dedicated to this old coot rather than to
some upstanding gentleman that urp that loves you.”
“Honestly Rick… I wish I wish that could be my biggest worry.” You swatted his
hand away. There wasn’t exactly any kind of love in your relationship, maybe
you felt something for him, but for him you knew you were just a good research
assistant and a better lay. “Listen if you don’t want to do it, I’ll live. I…”
He sighed, and cut you off. “Fucking fine I’ll do it, geez you don’t have to
get all whiney about it. Just urp, send me a text and I’ll come in and give
your family some kind of excuse to get you, to get you out of there.”
-
What Rick saw when he entered made his gut twist and anger build behind his
eyes. He saw a creepy fuck with his hands on his girl, and she was not liking
it. It was just a hand on the shoulder but he could see how the touch made her
cringe. He heard what the creep said, the tone of his voice sounds fine at
first but if one listens closely, like Rick was, there is a slimy nature to the
jovialness, some kind of tainted lust. He didn’t know this man, didn’t know
what he had done to the girl, but he knew something was wrong. He shook the
anger out of his head, it was unreasonable. Why on earth should he feel angry
about this, he had agreed to get her out of the situation because he figured
she’d be very, appreciative, later, not because he cared about her well-being.
Right?
-
“Oh hey Rick, what are you doing here…?” Your voice is shaking, you try to play
off as innocent.
“Mr.Sanchez.” Your father looks up, as far as he knows Rick is just your boss.
“This is a private family event I don’t…”
“Listen I need to borrow your daughter.” He comes over, you see him eyeing your
uncle, he’s doing his polite smile but you can see the corners of his mouth are
strained. “The bolete drive isn’t functioning and the customer is going to be
picking up the product tonight, I should have listened to you about the
arrangement of the quartz, I need you to get it put together properly. I can’t
afford to have this customer pissed at me, let’s go.” You can hear him
straining to not speak in a normal voice, holding down his burps and stuff.
“Oh I understand.” You start standing up. “Is the….”
“Sit down!” Your father’s voice is commanding, you flinch. He’s at a completely
different table but his commanding presence, he might has well me taking you by
the shoulders and shoving you back into your seat. Trembling you look at your
uncle, you can’t be in the same room as him, you can’t you’d rather… “This is
the first time Lar and Samuel have been here in years, you aren’t going to ruin
this reunion with your selfishness.” Your father was always big on things going
his way, and if you tried to break away from that you were selfish.
“Whoa hey chill.” Rick glances at your father, he didn’t like the man, not one
bit. He had met him on occasion, tried to drop in for a surprise ‘visit’ only
to find your parents were over. The guy was uptight and though he should be
running the world. But for now Rick’s attention returns to your uncle, he’s the
real danger here, your father would never hurt you, but clearly this man has
done something. “Well then…listen I brought the stuff with me anyways, how
about I sit down and you help fix it but without leaving, it won’t take up much
space it’s just a simple panel that need rearranged. I urp…..I uh, would love
to get to know your family anyways you talk about them so much.” Rick’s smile
is fairly gentlemanly. Also he’s lying out of his ass, you don’t talk about
your family with him.
Your father starts to protest. “I don’t think…”
“I certainly don’t have a problem with that, the kid hates talking about her
job and projects I would love to see her in action.” You uncle laughs,
interrupting, and sits across from you at the table. “I mean when you were
little you’d have all those chemistry sets and microscopes and you wouldn’t
work on anything until we left the room, you’ve always been so private about
the stuff.”
Rick’s hand brushes against your back, an almost comforting gesture, and sits
in the open chair beside you, clearing away some of the silverware and salt
shakers and stuff. He’s making room, but you notice he’s also putting them
between you and your uncle, like he’s building some kind of symbolic wall. You
watch him unload some screwdrivers and the offending panel from his lab coat.
The remainder of the afternoon is spent with you conversing with your family
while pretending to rearrange quartz crystals on the panel. For the most part
it goes well, much of your family is interested in what you are doing, asking
questions. You only stop to eat, while you do Rick takes over ‘fixing’ the
panel for a while, he doesn’t eat anything himself, just orders a beer when the
waitress chastises him about outside drinks, nearly confiscating his flask.
When Uncle Lar asks questions though, when you hear his voice your throat
seizes up, but Rick, well fuck, Rick steps in, answers it, saves you from
having to address him for the entire time. What is he doing, you wonder a
minute.
Finally the time to leave comes, people are putting on their coats and hugging
and saying they’ll see them tomorrow for other plans that were made. Rick is
busy putting away his screwdrivers and the panel while rolling his eyes, not
paying attention to you. You hug your aunts and cousins and then just as you’re
trying to slip away.
“Hey kiddo I think you forgot someone!” Your uncle grabs your arm, pulls you in
for a bear hug, pressing your face to his chest. The smell of him makes your
stomach churn, your eyes are watering and so many memories are pulsing through
you head. You’re arms hang loosely, but your father makes a noise that commands
you like a trained dog to reciprocate the hug. Everything in you screams no as
you wrap your arms around him and hug back, shaking like a leaf.
Suddenly your arm is grabbed, pulling you back and away. “Fuck this shit I’m
getting you out of here.” Rick’s voice is dark, he’s done being polite. You
hear the familiar noise of a portal opening, and all you see is green light.
And when the green is gone everything is teal, arms are wrapped around you but
they are good arms, no matter how much of a shithole this guy can be, they’re
better than those other ones. He’s holding you, something he just, doesn’t do,
one hand pressed to the back of your head, the other gripping the back of your
shirt, shaking. Shaking angrily you think?
You try to pull away. “I’m fine Rick, don’t worry I’m not going to get all…get
all emotionally wishy washy on you.” You grit your teeth, try to stop the tears
that are still collecting in your eyes. “I know you hate that.”
He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t let go. But you aren’t really trying to
pull away, you don’t want him to let go. You need him to hold you, because you
know that, despite all the shitty kinds of person he is, he’s never going to
hurt you, unless you ask him to that is.
“Come on let’s…let’s go get the product put together.” The hard lump in your
throat is making it hard to talk normally. “Don’t want to…don’t want to miss
the delivery.”
He’s still so quiet, and you feel heat radiating off him, his heart beating so…
so angrily. You aren’t even looking at him, everything is still teal, but you
can feel the anger.
“Come on what’s going…what’s going on with you?” You’re eyes are burning from
trying to stop the tears. “I said I’m fi….I’m fi….I’m…” And then you
just…can’t…anymore.
He holds you as you crumple in his arms, tears streaming down your cheeks. All
those memories, all the hurt and and just what was done to you burns in your
memories. You remember the sleepovers with your cousins, your parents were
always gone on business so you stayed with some other house for almost half
your life. And when it was Lar’s turn to take care of you for some week, in
that house big enough to give you your own room (it was the guest room but they
let you keep toys there so you didn’t have to keep bringing them back and
forth), your mother always joked about how the walls were so thick in that
house that somebody could be murdered and people in the next room over would
never know. Nobody heard you scream the first time he came into your room,
nobody heard you crying after the hundreds of times after that. And he told
you, whispered in your ears when he was finally done…that nobody would believe
you. You knew that was true, felt it was because nobody gave a damn about you.
Nobody cared when your appendix ruptured when you were 7, you were in the
hospital alone except when your aunt bothered to come in a sign papers. When
your cousin snapped your arm because he was a drunk 15 year old and you were
crying while he while he was babysitting, there wasn’t a single person who
believed you, they called you a liar, said you were horsing around and you
can’t go blaming others for your stupid mistakes. So you never breathed a word,
no matter how many times it happened.
But now, you were sobbing, for the first time in god knows how long. Rick holds
you in his arms, supporting you, listening to you whimper. You’re whimpering
words, telling him all of this. He’s stroking your hair, but his other hand is
gripping the back of your shirt so tight he’s going to rip the fabric. For some
reason, you tell him, this man who doesn’t love you, who has never shown any
indication that he would give a damn, everything that you had held onto for so
long.
“Dad what’s going on in here is everything alright?” You can hear Beth’s voice
and the sound of the door to the house opening. By this point you’re clinging
to Rick’s shirt like a life raft.
“Sweetie I need you to take care of her for a little while…” There’s something
sinister in voice, but he’s trying to hide it for your benefit. You’re being
moved, feet dragged across the floor, and you whimper as his arms leave you. “I
have something…I need to do.”
“Dad you can’t just hand me your crying girlfriend and have me take care of it
I…” Beth knows about the nature of your relationship with Rick, she doesn’t
mind really, her dad is happy, and she gets a drinking buddy, win-win?
“Beth…I am going to take care of it… in the only way I know how…” Rick gently
maneuvers you into his daughter’s arms. You see him looking at you, his
expression a mixture of the purest rage and the purest pain, as he pulls away
you grab his arm, you need him. “I’ll be back, I promise.” He considers
something for a moment, and takes his lab coat off. When he leans close to
drape it over your shoulder he whispers in your ear. “I’m going to make
everything better I promise.” You watch him step back, and cling with one hand
to Beth, and the other his warm coat. He opens and through a portal, you’re
still sniveling and barely able to stand.
“I…” Beth holds you up, sees the suffering on your face. “Let’s get you some
wine…”
You cough, shaking, try to stand up, but she lets you lean on her instead. “Can
I…can I have some fucking vodka…?”
“Yeah, that sounds good too.”
-
Rick had a plan. Rick stood over the twitching sack in the dimly lit room. Rick
considered how best to execute that plan. Rick was sober.
He knew she might tell him not to do it, she never had the stomach for this
kind of thing. But he needed to give her this option, give her the chance to
make it better. Why, he wasn’t sure. No he didn’t usually care for the
emotional wishy-washy. On occasion he had encountered her crying about some
shit or other and just turned and walked out. But as they became….closer… he
started feeling just a twinge of regret in his heart when he left her crying
alone. He never asked what it was about, he knew it wasn’t something bad, she
wasn’t exactly quick to cry but she was emotional. Part of him, just a small
part deep in that black heart of his, was praying, that he had never walked
away while she was remembering what the creep in the sack did to her.
There was so much anger, because this man had hurt her, in so many, so many
wrong wrong fucking ways. He curled his fist, maybe, just maybe he actually
cared about her because, there was no way he’d be doing this if he didn’t. Yeah
he generally hates pedophiles and rapists and such, and if he can dick one over
he’ll take the chance, but only once has he actively sought to punish one. That
god damn jellybean had what was coming to him, and so does this fucker. But
this time, Rick was going to take his time, the punishment was going to be
slow, torturous. She might tell him to stop, and if she does he will, because
she doesn’t need another scar on her pretty little heart.
Rick needs to beat the shit out of the guy just a little bit though, so he’s
going to do that, because if she says no he needs to have gotten the rage
expressed just a little bit. So he pulled the sack down, revealing the balding
head and sweaty face of his… his… his girlfriend’s… fucking rapist uncle. He
blinked as the only light source shone above his head and straight into his
eyes. He tried to scream through the gag, and then there was a moment of
recognition on his face as he saw his captor for the first time. He went silent
for a moment, trying to understand what happened. Rick’s arm snaps back, and
before her uncle can scream into the gag again he brings his arm around with
full force, his fist connecting with the captured’s jaw with a satisfying
crack.
“Oh don’t you go passing out on my boy.” He murmured darkly in the man’s ear as
his head lulls to the side, knocked out by the single punch. Rick smiled to see
the broken vessels under the skin flood red, and the clear indication of a
broken jaw. He slapped the man until he was conscious again. “There’s a lot
fucking more where that came from.” He waited just long enough for the fucker
to have some semblance of awareness again, before delivering another powerful
blow, this one to his eye, with a perfect measure of strength to assure he
wouldn’t pass out again.
He was crying through the gag, probably begging. Rick sneers at him, for a
moment, he thinks back to her, crying in his arms. He thinks of her telling him
everything, it made his chest hurt, to hear how she…
“You’re crying like a baby, like a fucking baby.” Rick jerked his knee, it
connected with the fucker’s gut. “You left her crying, crying so many times…YOU
WERE HER FUCKING FAMILY AND YOU RAPED HER AND LEFT HER CRYING EVERY TIME HER
MENTALLY DEFECTIVE PARENTS LEFT HER IN YOUR CARE.” The man’s eyes went wide, he
knew why he’s here. “Everything that is going to happen to you…you fucking
deserve all of it.”
The next punch breaks the skin, knocks him flat unconscious and Rick’s hand
comes away bloody. He stood, spat on the bound, unconscious man, and retrieved
his portal gun from a table nearby, a table covered in rather unsavory things.
He hoped he won’t get to use them, he’d rather do this all with his own fists,
but she might need more. The flash of green barely illuminates the rest of the
room, there’s nothing, not even a door. No way in, no way out, the perfect
torture room. He stepped through the portal.
-
You are drunk, very drunk. Before you took the first sip you considered that
this might be a bad way of managing your issues. You’re going to end up like
Rick, was one of the first thoughts that came to mind. After a few drinks you
stopped caring, and you suddenly understood why he drank, the numbness makes
things just a little more tolerable. Once you were well past the point of tipsy
you stopped blubbering to Beth, but by that point the damage was done. Jerry
had walked by at one point, scoffed at you and said something to Beth. She
turned on him like a fucking cobra, and as is how you’ve come to see their
relationship work, he skulked off with his tail between his legs muttering
about not deserving the shit he gets. She knows now too, once it had started
coming out, it just didn’t stop until the alcohol had creeped into your brain
and made the pain bearable.
You’re sitting on their living room couch, staring glassy eyed at the ceiling.
She’s sitting, sipping wine, you suppose she’s gauging if you’re going to be
okay. You’ve never been this drunk, and you’ve never felt this way when you’re
drunk. Normally you drink when you’re happy to get happier and it works. But
there is no happiness, you can’t remember, the memories have stopped pushing at
the back of your eyes, so even if you’re numb as hell at least, well at fucking
least you aren’t in pain. You aren’t in pain right? You’re gaze drifts to the
green portal that manifests in the room, everything is a little blurry, you
don’t mind. Did he get some of his alternate selves there’s fucking 3… no 4…
no…you’re just getting like triple vision.
“Dad where did you… is that blood?” You’re eyes dart over to Beth, and you
press your eyes close in regret. “…Please tell me it’s that creeps blood.”
You’re eyes snap open again, you have the perfect view of her face, god she’s
just like her father isn’t she? That is really weird to think about, luckily
you’re too drunk to think too hard on it.
“Jesus Christ Beth how much did you give her to drink?” You can smell Rick
hovering over you, so you turn your head slowly to him, there’s only one now.
One of his hands goes to your cheek, strokes away the tears that are still
falling with his thumb. Fuck you really thought you stopped crying.
“As much as she needed. Dad she…her uncle…”
“I know, and I’m taking care of it.” There’s something wrong with him, you
can’t put your finger on it. He gently presses his lips to yours, but you just,
sit there, you can’t acknowledge the kiss because there’s nothing left in you
that cares enough to right now. But you have enough mental capacity left to
realize, you taste sobriety on his lips. You see him frown. “Christ… come on
snap out of it I have a present for you.”
“Unless it’s my uncle’s head on a silver platter, I don’t give two flying
fucks.” You manage to say steadily and surely, at least you think you do. In
actuality it’s almost not understandable.
“Ooooh it’s so much better than that darling.” Suddenly you’re in the air,
floating, you think. No wait he’s holding you, fucking carrying you. Everything
is teal and green and spinney. You clutch desperately to his shirt. When things
finally clear just a bit in your head, he’s still holding you, you manage to
make a note to yourself to remember this, god this kind of strength could
be…useful…in bed… cause positions…
When he sets you down again you lean on him, look around the room, it’s so dark
you can barely see anything. “What is this place…?” You hear a muffled yelling,
turn your head slightly to the only light source and see beneath it a pathetic
pile of a human being. “Oh yes, this…this is so much fucking better.” You start
to stalk towards to the pile and wobble, Rick takes your arm gently, helping
you stand but allowing you to maintain dignity.
The bastard’s eye is swollen shut, and blood is drying on his chin where it had
been dripping down from his lips beneath the gag. Standing over him, looking
down on this disgusting creature, you feel no fear anymore. You can remember
what he did to you, but the alcohol keeps the pain at bay. Without any
hesitation you swing back your leg, and then bring to forward, crashing into
his ribs with all the force you can muster. The sound of him trying to scream
makes you smile. You can hear the bone cracking, it makes your heart race.
You take a step back, that felt good but you think you know a better way to
ease your suffering. “I want to watch you destroy him…” You tilt your head
enough to look at Rick. There might be some form of satisfaction in inflicting
the pain on your uncle yourself, but you think that, maybe, watching somebody
you care about do it for you might help more in the long run. If you can see
Rick do this, know why he’s doing it, you’ll know that there’s somebody in this
fucked up world that gives a damn about you. The smile on his face sends
shivers up your spine, makes you tingle.
“I was really hoping you’d say that.” He guides you to the side, to a chair
sitting close enough you’ll be able to hear every sound. Before you are sat he
presses his lips against yours again, and you kiss back this time.
“Make. Him. Suffer.” You sit in the chair, lean back with folded arms, and
watch. You consider something for a moment… “And un-gag him… I want to listen
to him scream.” You watch Rick pull the gag out of your uncle’s mouth and toss
it aside.
“You… you can’t…I…please don’t do this…” He immediately begins blubbering. “I’m
sorry I’m so so sorry please don’t do this.” His words are strained, barely
understandable with his jaw in the state it’s in.
“I begged.” You whisper. Ricks fist comes around and knocks the side of his
head, the sound is pleasing. “I begged every time.” You smirk as Rick kicks him
in the same spot you did, but with more force. Crack. “Why should your begging
matter uncle… mine never did.” Rick grabs him by the collar to hold him up as
his knuckles connect with the man’s face over and over again, eventually coming
away bloody. There is no smile on his face, only anger, sweet sweet anger.
“Please I… I’ll do anything just…” Lar can barely speak through his busted
front teeth. “I’ll disappear you won’t have to hear from me…me ever again!”
“Oh but then you’ll never get the justice you deserve asshat.” Rick spits in
his face, uppercuts him in the cut repeatedly, each punch bringing a groan of
pain from your uncle. He starts coughing, you see Rick turn and wipe the spray
of blood from his face with his sleeve.
“This is what you deserve Lar, this has been a long time coming.” You cross one
leg over the other, relax into the chair. This is what you’ve wanted for so
long, to finally be in the place of power.
“Want me to do anything special babe? Before I kill him that is.” Rick looks
back at you with a smirk, his eyes dark and on fire at the same time.
You contemplate for just a moment. “Before he dies… I want him to remember
everything my family has done to hurt me…” You sneer. “Because Lar do you
really think I had forgotten how you helped them.” Rick nods, turns back to the
whimpering man.
“You mean like when he wouldn’t let you go to the hospital when you were on the
floor crying in pain.” His fist begins a rapid barrage of powerful punches to
your uncle’s abdomen. Soon he is coughing up more blood, it covers Rick but he
doesn’t stop. “You told her parents she was trying to get attention.” He drops
his hold on Lar’s collar, stands and begins kicking the man’s gut over and
over. Lar’s screams pierce the air, cut off with each blow by a sharp intake of
air and a groan. “She’d be dead if you hadn’t left the window open so the
neighbors could hear and call the cops. Fucking appendix.” He stops, apprises
him, you watch the blood dripping from your uncle’s disgusting mouth.
“At least it wasn’t your fault nobody came to visit me, no that was just
because nobody cares.” Your voice is sickly fake sweet, but quickly turns to a
hiss. “Thaaank god the nurse who was going to report the signs of what you were
doing to me got fired. What a coincidence that as she was writing her report
they found crack in her purse.”
Rick bends over silently, pulling something from his back pocket. With a swift
motion he cuts the ropes binding your uncle’s hands together and tosses the
pocket knife aside. He grabs the man’s arm, plants a foot firmly on his chest,
and stretches the arm upwards, pulling it. What a gentleman, he does it in such
a way that he assures that you get a perfect view. “What did you tell her
parents when your son broke my darling’s arm?” He stares at the arm, you can
see him thinking.
Your uncle whimpers, coughs, then tries to speak. “I… I told them she had been
running in the house…a...again… and she tripped…”
“You know what I remember most clearly about that…” You rub the arm that had
been snapped like a pathetic twig. “You telling my parents what a little liar I
was… telling them that I had a habit of making things up but you hadn’t been
telling them.” You grit your teeth. Your entire family, save a few who were
never around enough to notice, they were all a part of it, all had a hand in
letting what happened to you happen, even if they never knew it happened. “You
were grooming me… in a way, you were showing me that I could never get mom or
dad or anybody to listen to me.”
“Please don…” He doesn’t get to finish begging. The crack is loud, fills the
room, it’s satisfying, pleasant…pleasurable. Rick holds the arm so that you can
see the odd angle it’s bent at now, looking for your approval. You nod,
smiling, he grins, then turns his head back to the pathetically screaming man.
“Finish him off…” You mummer, resting your elbow on your chair’s armrest and
cradling your chin with your knuckles.
“You… you’re a fucking monster.” The bastard spits in your direction, as he
tries to scoot away from Rick. He bends over again, grabs Lar by that whisping
tuft that is all that’s left of his hair pulling him upwards slightly, and
glances at you once more.
“It runs in the family.”
The sound of his face hitting the ground is so good. You watch Rick slam the
fucker’s face into the ground over and over and over. He doesn’t flinch at the
blood that splatters and covers him. While your uncle is still groaning, he
turns his over, dropping him on the floor. The beating that ensues makes your
heart race, you bite your lip, watching Rick deliver blow after blow. Each
punch his hand comes away bloodier. And the noises, oh the noises. It’s not
like in movies, it’s so much more visceral, so wet. Each slam is muffed wet.
Rick doesn’t stop until long after Lar has stopped moving, long after he’s dead
and finally fucking gone. You don’t mind, it makes you excited, you’ve never
felt this god damn fucking excited. He stands, turns to face you, his hands,
his entire front side, covered in blood, so dark. It’s a beautiful shade of
red. You stand, more steadily than before, you’re starting to sober up, don’t
know how long you’ve been here. He watches you walk towards him, the anger is
gone from his eyes, there’s only bloodlust now. When you wrap your arms around
him you can see the smile on his face, a mixture of pride and dark passion. But
when you trying to kiss him, getting on your toes to reach, he stops you.
“No… later…” Looking at his hands he frowns suddenly. “I… I don’t want you to
turn into me…”
You pull away, a little disappointed but… you also agree… “Then…can I go home…”
You look at the body on the floor. “I’m tired…”
He just nods, wraps an arm around your waist and reaches for his portal gun.
But when you step through the green swirl it’s not your home that you’re
standing in. You look out at the rising sun through the Smith’s living room
window. You start to protest, but it takes you a minute to find the words.
“Dad! What happened you two were gone all night and…that is a lot of blood…”
Beth comes into the room from the kitchen, you suppose she must have been
making breakfast.
“There’s a good chance her parents are skulking around her place after
the…outburst I had at their reunion…” He gently shoves you towards Beth, again.
“Let her use the shower, she can crash in my room, I have to go dispose of a
corpse.”
“Rick I…thank you…” It feels weird… thanking him for what he did.
“It’s… it’s no problem kid, now go get yourself cleaned up and catch a few
fucking z’s you’re a mess.” Before you can say anything else he’s through the
portal again.
-
The creaking door wakes you from you sleep with a sense of panic. You grip the
edges of the cot in fear, absolutely terrified, until you remember…the one
you’ve always been so scared of coming into your room…is never going to come in
your room again. You’ve slept with your bedroom door locked for so long because
you couldn’t sleep otherwise. Just the wind blowing it open would wake you and
scare you.
“Shh shh, I didn’t mean to wake you.” Rick gently shuts the door behind him,
it’s too dark to see.
“I… I thought you were him… but he’s dead so…”
“I used to get so pissed at you when you freaked out when I snuck in for a
surprise booty call while you were sleeping but… I get it now.” He sits on the
edge of the cot with a sigh, and a slight groan. One of his hands finds yours,
long fingers intertwining. They’re dry and clean.
“Why did you do it…? Kill a man for me…” You whisper. You know why, you want to
hear him say it.
“Because he was a creepy scumbag and the world is better off without him.” He
snorts a laugh.
“No, you don’t just go around killing people without it benefiting you, not
unless it’s for a person you…” You pause, lie back down. “I want to hear you
say it, I already know, I want to hear it from you lips.”
He’s silent for so long, hoping you’ll fall asleep before he’s forced to
answer, but you squeeze his hand. “Because… I care… about you…” Good enough. He
hangs his head, you listen to him breathing. “You going to be okay…?” He asks
quietly after a while.
“Rick… I’m… I’m never going to be okay… not after what he did to me, not after
what my family did to me…” You brush your thumb across rough callouses on his
hand, you can feel the bruises on his knuckles the skin is more tender, and
scabs where the skin broke open. “But… I think I can start being able to
manage… I’ll be able to feel better.”
“Listen…sometimes families suck absolute balls.” Rick lifts your hand, bends
down and gently kisses it. “So from now on, I’m your family. You don’t have to
deal with those fucking bastards anymore alright?”
“I like the sound of that.”
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