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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Reader, Zeep_Xanflorp/Reader, Rick_Sanchez/You, Rick
      Sanchez/Original_Female_Character
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty), Morty_Smith, Beth_Smith, Jerry_Smith,
      Reader, You, Summer_Smith, Zeep_Xanflorp
  Additional Tags:
      Attempted_Rape/Non-Con, Incest, Hurt/Comfort, Loss_of_Virginity, Age
      Difference, Shameless_Smut, Unbeta'd, Tentacles, trashy_self_insert_is
      trashy, Explicit_Sexual_Content, First_Time, story_after_the_smut,
      domestic_stuff, Relationship_Problems, Child_Abuse
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-10 Updated: 2016-11-09 Chapters: 8/? Words: 13953
****** The Life and Times of Rick and Reader ******
by DeviousPenguins
Summary
     Previously "We will fall, but we'll fall together"
     Shameless self-insert you have been warned. You are a member of the
     Smith Family and on a routine acquisitions trip things go awry
     starting with the return of a familiar face....Rick harbors a
     terrible secret and it comes to light.
***** Rough Weather *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
2:00 am at the Smith Household the kitchen light shines in the darkness of the
rest of the house, the light leaking into the hallway. Inside the kitchen is a
girl about 15. She's wearing her usual sleep wear, a men’s graphic tee with the
word Pears in fancy font and a pair of shorts. The fridge is nice and cold and
she sticks her hand in and leaves it there for a second savoring the chill. It
was ungodly hot and the shirt, being black was making it worse.
"Oh hey."
It's Rick, her grandfather. Mad scientist extraordinaire of about 50. Sporting
a lightly stained white tank top and a pair of pajama pants made of light
fabric. Of whom she had a unhealthy crush on.
"Hey Rick." She says addressing him by first name and not turning around,
bending over to grab the milk she was looking for. What she doesn't see is Rick
eying her as she does. His eyes swept across her frame as she leans down,
lingering on places he really shouldn’t be looking at. He tries to reconfigure
his face back to bored and uninterested by the time she turns around.
"Want some?" She asks holding up the milk and shaking it.
Rick shakes his head "No I'm fine. Shouldn't you be in bed?" He reaches over to
the top cabinet and grabs a box of crackers.
"Come on shouldn't I be asking you that?" She chides pouring her milk into a
glass cup. "I'm not the one old man here."
"Haha, very funny. You know this old man saved your ass yesterday. What were
you thinking grabbing onto the gromflamite like that?!" Rick glares at her
while opening his box.
"It couldn't have been that bad" Her's face droops a little and sits at the
table. Rick sits across from her and props his elbow on the table. He pulls
some crackers out of the box. "I handled it."
"Suuuure you did. I had to waste my ammo saving you from that thing. If I
hadn't had that extra shot you would have been dead before you could even
blink." Rick bites into a cracker and waves it around shooting a disapproving
look at her. This idiot kid is going to get herself killed one day.
"Whatever I'm going to bed." She says huffing in annoyance. She takes her glass
with her and disappears up the stairs.
Rick sits in the kitchen and sighs. He wasn't kidding that she would have been
dead if he hadn't unleashed that shot. Their adventures had taken a turn for
the more dangerous and somehow she was still getting into trouble.
Unfortunately there wasn't a way to train someone to stop being a pain in the
ass. It was learned on the job. Luckily for both Rick had some samples to
collect. An relatively easy mission with great pay. It really should be a walk
in the park as long as she didn't fall into a pit of acid.
~*o*~
"Here we are Decatrope 4. Watch your step the-urp-res a lot of acid in those
pools you'll lose more than a shoe if you st-step in those." Rick warns
gesturing toward the shallow green pits of liquid.
"Gross... What are we doing here again?" She asks as the green portal
disappears behind them.
"There are some Glorbian crystals" Rick says tossing at bag at her. The bag
almost dips into a pool of acid. Rick glares at her and she offers a sheepish
smile and a shrug. "They're very valuable and let’s just say I owe someone a
favor. Just grab 'em and stick them in the bag."
"Yup!" She replied enthusiastically and started to pick crystals out of the
soft piles of dirt. That girl was too happy Rick thought as he grabbed some
crystals and threw them into the bag. He watched as she bent down and continued
to work humming as she did. He had to admit it to himself. He was way too fond
of the girl. In ways a grandfather shouldn't be. There was just an innocence
and nativity he hadn't seen. If anything he wanted to keep her safe, but at the
same time the dark part of him that came to being after years of wandering the
dark depths of the alien underworlds wanted to ruin that innocence. Rick turned
away from her. Too much thinking. Too much mulling over things that shouldn't
matter. He shook his head and kept collecting listening to her hum over the
clinking of crystals.
"Aaaaagh! Rick!" She yelled as she was grabbed by at pink writhing tentacle and
carried into the air. The tentacle dripped with pink ooze.
"Mmmmm what I'm busy." Rick replied smashing another red crystal and stuffing
the shards into a bag.
"Help!"
"What did you get yourself into no- Oh shit!" Rick replied turning around,
spotting the giant tentacled mass in front of him and promptly dropping the bag
of crystal on the ground.
"It's good to see you again, Rick" Suddenly a very familiar green alien
appeared from behind the writhing tentacles. Clothed in a colorful robe palms
to the sky Zeep walked over a nearby hill and smiled sardonically at Rick.
"Zeep! What the hell are you doing here!" Rick shouted to the penis headed
alien. Zeep smirked and flicked his wrist. His hands and face were wrinkled. A
testament to the time shift of the miniverse. Time had not been kind to the
man. The tentacled mass grabbed Rick holding his arms down to his side.
"Getting revenge." Zeep replied and smiled at the old man. Rick frowned and
looked over at her, face now turned a deep shade of blue from the squeeze of
the tentacles.
"Let her go!" Rick yelled. Zeep chuckled and the tentacles loosened around her
neck Rick watched her breathe in a deep breath and color return to her face.
His eyes met hers.
"Rick!"
Rick grimaced and turned back to Zeep.
"What the hell do you want?" He asked struggling against the thick tentacles
constraining him. They tightened slightly squeezing his ribs. He gasped sharply
but continued to glare at Zeep.
"To see you suffer. Just like my people when they had to stomp to fuel your
battery Rick. Go ahead destroy my universe. It doesn't matter anymore." Zeep
smiled wide and started to laugh. " I figured it out. Your weakness Rick. You
don't give much of a shit if you die but if she does...."
She let out a cry as the tentacles constricted her even more. More tentacles
appeared around her and wiggled.
"R-Rick...." She managed to gasp as the tentacles began to squeeze. Rick
watched helplessly from his own bonds. The grip seemed on loosen on the girl
and she sighed in relief. This relief did not last long as the other tentacles
gripped her wrists and ankles pulling her arms and legs away from each other as
the other tentacle relaxed.
"Oh I figured it out." Zeep said looking at Rick with a demented smile. He
gestured with his hands and the free tentacles started rubbing across her body.
A tentacle slithers towards her mouth, forcing it open before sliding in. Her
eyes welled with tears. She looked again at Rick, whose face flushed an angry
red.
"You sick fuck! I'll fucking kill you!" Rick spat and struggled again against
the grip to no avail.
"I'd like to see you try." Zeep replied squinting his eyes, and looking at the
scientist. The tentacles continued to work its way in and out of her mouth. Too
big to bite through them, they continued without obstacle. Previously silent,
her pained groans were audible as the tentacle pulled all the way out only to
slam back it. Rick grunted and turned away, closing his eyes. This was too
much. A tentacle wrapped around his forehead and turned his eyes back on the
girl.
"Ah, ah, ah." Zeep said waving his finger. "None of that you see Rick you may
be a selfish piece of shit but anyone who's had to deal with your obnoxious
self for an extended period of time knows that isn't really true. You do care
and I'm going to make you wish you didn't"
Suddenly the tentacle in her mouth writhes and bulges form at the base of the
tentacle before moving up and into her mouth, pumping in liquid. The tentacle
moved out slightly to accommodate the liquid. She risking choking on the liquid
swallowed it some of it leaking out of her mouth giving her a familiar drip
hanging from her lips. Her pupils enlarged and her body went limp. The tip of
the tentacle dragged across her mouth and pulled it open slightly
"Hey!" Rick called out in a futile attempt to keep her conscious. No response.
Not even a head turn. Her head hung limply from her neck before being held up
by a tentacle to face Rick
"She can't hear you now Rick. Now for the piece de resistance." Zeep commanded
with a flourish of both arms. Tentacles grabbed at her shirt, ripping it in
places and partially exposing her bra. Rick breathed in heavily, nostrils
flared and shot a deathly glare at Zeep, trying his hardest not to watch. Zeep
flicked his fingers and the tentacle on his forehead pulled and turned Rick
back again.
Zeep manipulated the tentacles to pet her head affectionately. Rick gritted his
teeth and tightened his fists.
"Let's have a closer look shall we." Zeep muttered and the tentacle brought
her, still semi-conscious, down to him. He took his index finger and hooked the
middle of her bra and snapped it back. Rick gritted his teeth. He was smashing
that battery into smithereens once this was over. Not before turning Zeep into
a bloody pulp.
"Get. Away. From her." Rick snarled through bared teeth as Zeep gave her a
through look over, hand on his chin eyebrows raised. He commanded the tentacles
toward her and they grabbed the straps of her bra and tore them leaving the
cups still intact. Then making full eye contact with Rick he snapped the
remainder off exposing her breasts. Rick kicked and flailed as much as the
tentacle grip allowed. She stirred slightly her head shaking slightly back and
forth. Oh god Rick thought. Not now. Don't wake up now. There was a chance she
wouldn't remember it if she didn't fully wake up. Her head stilled to Rick's
relief.
"Pay attention Rick." Zeep commanded, tightening the grip on Rick's forehead.
The tentacles stripped her of her pants leaving her only in her underwear. The
tentacles groping her more furiously, squeezing her breast and slithering all
over her torso and legs her skin bunching where it squeezed. Rick's mouth
opened voicing a pained gasp before squeezing his eyes shut. "What did I say!?"
Zeep bellowed and a tentacle slapped his across the face leaving an angry red
welt. Rick reluctantly opened his eyes. There was nothing he could do. He was
watching his granddaughter get molested. And yet there was unwelcome warmth
welling up inside of him. Something he could never admit to himself. Something
he had done so well to keep away and buried. Something wrong. His face flushed
and his pants grew tighter. In that moment he turned away again, hoping Zeep
didn't catch on. Unfortunately he did.
"Oh. Shit are you blushing?!" Zeep exclaimed "Oh my god this is rich! You are a
SICK fuck you know that Rick? Ahahaha this is perfect!" The green alien
chuckled and basked in the amazing revelation that had graced him. "I'm pretty
sure incest is fucked up even in your shitty alien universe." Zeep sneered.
Rick turned away in shame as Zeep began to cackle. Her head shook limply as the
swinging tentacles bobbed in time with Zeep's malicious laughter. The tentacles
wrapped around her contacting with almost every part of her body swung her
around like a rag dog until...
Her eyes opened slowly and the vacant pupils scanned the area. Suddenly they
snapped open.
"RICK!" She yelled, voice hoarse and cracked. Rick turns back and stares
straight into her terrified face. Rick does his best backwards kick into the
tentacle holding him and simultaneously bites down on it. Zeep distracted by
his laughter doesn't notice and the tentacle loosens its grip just enough to
have Rick dangling from the tentacle wrapped around his forehead. With his now
freed hand he grabs the knife hidden in his jacket and slices at the remaining
tentacle dropping him unceremoniously on the ground. He lunges toward the
tentacles wrapping her. Zeep finally realizes his mistake and thrusts his hand
toward Rick willing several tentacles towards him. They don't prevent Rick from
slicing the appendages holding her captive and she drops to the ground from 10
feet up hitting the ground with a hard thud. Rick jump up and dodges the
tentacles and drops down onto Zeep, stabbing him straight in the lung. The
alien looks up at Rick in shock and falls flat onto the ground. He lays there
chest slowly rising and falling. Rick stares at the now harmless alien and
spits on his face.
Rick turns around and runs towards her. She is still mostly naked and lying on
the ground. He kneels down and scoops her up to vertical so she can stand. He
looks at her and there are tears running down her face. Quiet sobs wrack her
body as she wraps her arms around herself and leans against Rick.
"Shhhh... It's okay. You're okay." Rick kneels down letting her down on her
knees and takes off his lab coat, swinging it around her back and covering her
small frame. She is silent now and her muscles are visibly tensed. "Stay here."
He says and puts his hand on her back for a moment. She nods.
Rick says nothing as he walks toward the now incapacitated alien cracking his
fists in his hand. He leans down and grabs Zeep by the scruff of his collar
before punching him straight in the face letting the alien's head hit the
ground as he does. Then he stands up and kicks him in the stomach. Again and
again until there is no more movement. It's done.
He turns over to her, and she is standing hunched over under his lab coat a
white blob in the vast plain. Rick can't find the words to say and gives her a
silent hug. She shifts under his touch and rifles through his lab coat under
his embrace. She pulls it out the portal gun and pushes it weakly towards his
chest. Rick steps back and she readjusts the coat to cover herself once again.
He takes it from her and the familiar green spirals appear. The two of them
disappear into the green.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry not sorry. I promise this doesn't end tragically.
***** Trespassing *****
Chapter Notes
     Danger: Smut ahead.
It's been two days since the incident and Rick starts to worry not that he
didn't the days before, but more so now. She hasn't said a word to him since.
The last few days he chalked it up to dealing with what happened. She had
pretty much stayed in her room and only came down to eat. It was obvious
everyone else knew something was up. Somehow no one had the guts to ask him.
They all sat around with their ideas of what was going on rattling around in
their heads silently pondering while life went on. Prying probably wouldn't
help either so Rick stuck to worrying from afar.
He sighed and put down the machinery he was working on and presses his hand
against his forehead and looks down closing his eyes. His thoughts are
interrupted by someone opening the door to the garage.
"Hey Grandpa Rick its dinner time." Summer calls out.
"I'll be there in a bit." He replied. There is an interval of time where it
wouldn't have been awkward for someone to stay without saying anything. That
time passed by pretty quick as Summer stood in the doorway. She shifts around
and rubs the back of her neck.
"Did... anything happen the last time you and my sister went on an adventure?"
Summer finally mustered the courage to speak. "She's acting kind of weird...
Well weirder than normal."
"Not really. Just the usual stuff. I dunno maybe she's just as sick of your
pointless questioning as I am and it’s manifested as a flu." Rick replied
sarcastically turning back to his work desk and fastening a metal plate to the
crane-like object on it. Summer scowls at him.
"Anyway dinner's ready." She said slamming the door behind her.
At dinner she’s is missing from the dinner table as usual. Beth and Jerry
continue the line of questioning towards Rick that Summer started earlier. He
dodges the questions masterfully and the two drop the subject. Probably caught
something from someone at school. Feeling under the weather. Rick almost feels
bad for lying but he couldn't tell them. Partly because he'd probably never be
able to go anywhere with her again, but mostly because she had to be the one to
tell them and it wasn't his secret to give. Though every time someone brings it
up spikes of guilt stab at him. Luckily years of not giving a shit about
anything or anyone makes it easy to fake nonchalant.
"Dad could you take this up to her? She probably would eat it if you did it."
Beth hands him a plate of dinner. Warm mashed potatoes and butter green beans
with steak.
"Sure." He replies noting this would have been a favorite of hers. He heads up
the stairs.
"Hey... I brought you some food." Rick says knocking on the door of her room.
Silence. Yeah that’s pretty much what he expected. Rick rubbed the back of his
neck. "I'll leave it right here then, and uhhhh if you need to talk about
anything y-y-you can always come to me okay?"
The words felt like they came out flimsy and inconsequential. What could he
possibly say to make it any better? Despite it feeling futile and awkward he
knew he had to do it. He might be jaded as fuck but he wasn't heartless just...
bad at this. His words were met with more silence Rick sighed and walked away
from the door and back to the garage.
He tinkered with the parts for a back-up battery for an hour or so before he
got bored. It just wasn't taking his mind off things like he wanted it too. He
stretched in his chair and yawned. There was some good whisky hidden away in
the garage. He opened up a cabinet and poured it into his flask and took a big
swig. It burned on his tongue and throat and his cheeks warmed up. It's not the
first time he's had to break out the good stuff and its certainly not the last.
The bottle is half empty. He eyes the brown liquid swirls it around before
chugging the remainder of the bottle. A bit of it dribbles out of his mouth.
The bottle rattles on the table as he almost fails to put it down upright.
It’s probably about time he went to bed. He walks towards the door and shuts
the lights.
~*o*~
Late in the night Rick is asleep when he is awakened by a knock on his door. He
slowly stirs away and gets up to open it. To his surprise it's his
granddaughter in a t-shirt and shorts. Her eyes are black underneath and her
hair tousled.
"H-h-hey Rick.... I can't sleep, Can I uhhh maybe.... sleep with you?" She asks
looking up at him. Rick looks her over and realizes she hasn't slept for at
least two days. This is a bad idea and he knows it but the whiskey he had
earlier is making everything fuzzy. He bites his lip and looks away tortured by
the decision. She notices his hesitation. She also notices he's wearing only a
tank top and pajama pants.
"It's okay i-if you don't w-wa-" She starts.
"It's fine." Rick quickly cuts her off and steps aside his tall frame moving
behind the door. It creaks a little as he does. She walks inside and Rick
closes the door behind her. Under the dim light of his room. She notices for
the first time that Rick is pretty drunk despite having been asleep a little
while ago. Little did she know he had been drinking right up to the point where
he was too drunk to do anything but pass out in his bed. Rick bends over and
rearranges some pillows and the blanket to take up less space on the bed. He
doesn't know if it’s the guilt or the booze driving him to this wholly stupid
idea.
She crawls into bed and snuggles into the covers. The weather had taken a 180
from a few nights ago and it had gotten much cooler than it was during midday.
The blankets are warm and freshly laundered. She sighs in relief. The smell of
Rick covers the bed and it's surprisingly pleasant, despite it being primarily
the scent of booze. Rick joins her in bed, lifting the blanket up to get in.
She can feel the warmth of his body as he settles in. She continues to face the
wall curled up under the sheets. Rick lays face up noticeably far enough not to
touch her. Despite this she can smell his scent more strongly. It's a
reassuring familiar scent and she takes a moment to enjoy it.
"You okay?" Rick asks turning toward her taking her silence as something off.
"Uhhh Yeah Rick. Thanks for letting me do this." She says.
"Yeah. It's n-n-no problem." Rick says his voice gentler than he wanted it to
be taking her slightly off guard. The usually sarcastic bite is completely gone
from his voice. She lays in silence. The warmth of the blanket and Rick beside
her, his breathing rising and falling rhythmically she feels safe for the first
time since the incident. Ever so surely she drifts to sleep.
~*o*~
Rick can't sleep. It's been hours since she had first knocked on his door. His
insomnia is not made better when she unconsciously scoots closer to him
pressing up against him. Her warmth radiates through her clothes and his. Rick
shifts uncomfortably but there is literally no more bed to get away. She
mumbles in her sleep and fitfully shifts around. Probably having a nightmare.
Rick looks over at her. He grumbles closes his eyes and smacks himself in the
face dragging his hand downward as he does. This was a stupid idea and he can't
take it back now. She continues to mumble soft "no's" and whimpers.
Rick turns towards her and strokes her hair lightly before wrapping his arm
around her torso, his hand lying gently on her stomach. The mumbling lessens
and she seems to settle down quietly. Her breathing falling back to a normal
rhythm. Rick sighs and scoots closer. He stares blankly at the back of her head
and threads his fingers through her hair once more. He follows the slightly
curled strands down to her shoulder then absentmindedly traces his hand up and
down her arm staring with glassy eyes a dark feelings stirring behind them. She
scoots slightly closer to him pressing up against him fully. Rick sucks in a
breath and his eyes go wide. He jerks his hand away. It hovers awkwardly in the
air as he waits for the moment to pass.
"Mmmmm Rick." She moaned in her sleep. Him? She was dreaming about him? That
moan didn't sound all that innocent either. Rick mentally slapped himself
again. Nope no amount of projecting is going to make his attraction to his
granddaughter okay. Nope. Not even if she was thinking about him just now while
moaning his name. Nope. Absolutely not. She turns in her sleep faces Rick and
he curses whoever ran the universe for his feelings. Her breath falling lightly
on his neck and chest. Rick felt his dick twitch at the sensation. His face
burns red and his breathing speeds up. His eyes darts to the side and he
resigns to the fact that to going straight to the depths of hell. If it
existed.
Rick put his arm back around her and held her skin smooth and soft against his.
He swore he would protect her no matter what from anything and he already
failed at that. He squeezed her tilting his head to his chin in an effort to
get closer to her. He tucks a loose strand of he hair behind her ear. His
knuckle brushes past her ear. As it does he spots a smile on her face and she
nuzzled his chest. Fuck he can't fucking take this. It's too cute and fuck if
he had self-control he would totally use it but he doesn't and he hates himself
for it.
He moves his other arm out from under her and down to his pants. His dick
already hard it making a tent of his pants. He reaches down and grabs his hard
cock and starts to stroke. He can't help but let out a shaky sigh as his
continues to touch himself. The blankets get uncomfortably hot as his entire
body flushes at his touch. Here he is sleeping next to his granddaughter recent
survivor of sexual assault and he's masturbating to her sleeping face. Great
job. His self-depreciation doesn't last long as the pleasure from the friction
builds higher and higher.
"Unnnng" He moans out loud closing his eyes as he approaches the tipping point.
That's when the thing he feared the most shot straight out of his head and into
reality. The bed shifts.
"R-Rick?" She opened her eyes and inquired looking her grandfather in the face.
It was flushed redder than she had ever seen it. Rick could feel it burning up
even more. Oh fuck. He was so fucked. She stared in confusion at first then
realized she was staring at her grandfather with a hand clearly down his pants.
her disbelief turned to pure embarrassment and her own face went red with
blush. For a second their eyes meet. Rick's wide with fear.
"I-I..." Rick stammered not daring to move. What was he going to do apologize?
His brain ran a mile a minute trying to figure out how to get out of this. He
didn't have to though. She looks down where his hand disappears into his pants.
He follows her gaze downward then then looks back at her, only she didn't look
back. This was her chance. To Rick's utter disbelief he watches in what feels
like slow motion as she grabs his wrist and slides her hand down over his fist
still gripping his cock. He watched her pupils rise up and meet his and he
swallowed. Hard. This was it. Without breaking eye contact in silent
understanding he slowly let go of his cock only for it to be replaced with her
warm hand. Rick groans eyes rolling to the back of his head. He was already so
close when he had to stop and the touch of another was almost too much. Rick's
whole body tenses as she rubs her hand up and down his shaft. She looks up at
his face and Rick's completely undone his eyes half lidded and panting. God if
only she could burn that image into her brain. It was the hottest thing she had
ever seen, the usually cold and guarded Rick moaning and wrecked at her touch.
"A-Aaaah." Rick moans and screws his eyes shut as he is driven over the edge
coming all over her hand and his pajama pants creating a white sticky mess. His
chest heaves up and down as he rides the afterglow down back to earth. She
takes her hand out of his pants and unceremoniously wipes it on her shorts.
Rick looks down at her and god he has never seen such filthy longing in his
life. She balls her fists and grabs his shirt pulling him towards her. Her eyes
practically pleading with him. He reaches his hand out to cup her cheek moving
slowly towards her. She moves just a fraction closer and giving Rick the sign
he was looking for.
Their lips crash together in a tangle of desperation. The sheets rustle as they
move together hands roaming to places where they shouldn't be. Rick grabs her
waist as their lips melt together in wet heat. She puts her hands on his
shoulder and pushes him down, crawling on top of him. They separate and she
sits up on top of him. Rick is treated to a view of his thoroughly messed
granddaughter perched atop him in her tank top and shorts. He runs his hands
down her thighs and she shivers to the touch. Oh god if this moment could just
last forever. Rick grinds up into her eliciting a sinful moan.
"Is this what you want? Huh?!" Rick says threateningly "To fuck you?"
"Oh god yes Rick." She moans in affirmation pushing down against his crotch.
Rick grabs her and flips her over. His body looms over her, caging her to the
bed. She lies helpless on the bed turned slightly to the side curled up, neck
exposed. Rick pulls his pajama pants down to his ankles freeing his newly
hardened cock. She whimpers at the sight. It's huge. And for the first time
since this started she's thinking maybe this wasn't such a great idea. Not that
it was flawless to begin with, but that it seriously might not even be
possible.
"I-it's so big...."
"Fuck yeah it is." Rick affirms and kisses her. Her face is squished in that
way it does when you're not ready for it. He leans down and grinds against her
then breaks the kiss a small trail of spit connecting the two for a moment
before breaking. He waits staring at her and she realizes he wasn't going to
make the move himself. This had to be her. She slips a finger into the waist of
her shorts and pulls them down, panties and all. Rick grabs her legs and
spreads them farther apart.
"Aaah R-R-R-Rick!" She puts her arms over her eyes covering them up in a futile
attempt to hide. Rick lets go of her leg and grabs her wrist pinning it above
her. He takes his other hand to feel her pussy. She blushes badly and turns her
head as far as she can.
"Oh god you're so wet for me. You want this so bad don't you?" Rick hisses into
her ear and she gasps as a finger slips inside her and god does it feel good.
She moans and arches her back into the touch.
"Rick. I need..."
"You need what? Tell me what you need babe." Rick says curling the finger
inside her.
"P-please. F-F-fu" She stutters and can't quite finish.
"W-w-what do you want me to do? Fuck you? Is that it?" Rick barks and pushes
another finger inside her. She moans again.
Rick pulls out and she whines at the lack of contact. Rick puts a hand on his
dick and pushes it toward the entrance. He rubs up and down maddeningly slow.
"Please....J-j-just fuck me!"
The words go straight to his dick and he thrusts his cock into her pussy in one
go. She cries out and grabs at his extended arm, bracing herself. Rick pulls
himself almost all the way out and thrust back in. He fucks like he's never
going to get this chance again. Fast desperate and less careful than he should
be. She grabs at his shirt and looks at him. Her eyes tangled in lust and
pleasure she can see the sweat on his face and half lidded eyes filled with
concentration as he fucks her. Her lips meet his and they share a gentle kiss
bobbing slightly at the rhythm of Rick's cock thrusting. It slides in and out
glistening with slick. She pulls away to gasp.
"Mmmmmm you like that? You like grandpa's cock inside of you" Rick purrs into
her ears. She nods.
"Rick I'm" Heat rises in her whole body as Rick's cock pushes deep inside,
thrusting against her cervix.
"Cum for me. I want to see you cum for me." Rick's breath puffed at her ear
warming the skin on her neck. His voice a low purr. And she does. Pleasure
spills over her and crashed down in a wave of release. Her whole body twitches
and Rick moans as her pussy tightens in rhythm sucking him in. Soon enough he
succumbs to the pleasure and thrusts in deep as his cum paints her from the
inside out.
"F-F-Fuck." Rick moans and slips out of her. A mixture of cum and blood spill
onto the bed. He looks down at his dick. It's rimmed with a thick red ring.
Fucking hell he just took his granddaughter's virginity. He sighs, climbs over
her and plops over next to her on the side near the wall. He pulls his pajama
pants over his quickly softening dick. She also takes a moment to get dressed.
Then she turns over to him and scoots closer, nuzzling her head on his chest.
Her leg sweeps over and entangles itself between Rick's. He puts a hand around
her hugging her close.
***** Fallout *****
Chapter Summary
     Half-life mistakes, Full-life consequences. What do you do once
     you've fucked your grandfather? Shit hits the fan.
How do you face your grandfather after you fucked him? This was the question on
her mind as she sat awkwardly at the empty dinner table. It was the day after
the night all of it happened. She had woken up in an empty bed. No Rick in
sight. She was very glad he wasn't there when she woke up because honestly what
are the kinds of things you say to your grandpa after fucking him the night
before. Hey I'm up do you want to get breakfast? No. One thing if they had an
awkward confession for their love for each other and then did the deed, but it
happened in a quick frantic, drunk/compromised way that only really happens in
movies but apparently happened last night. She tapped her fingers on the mug of
hot chocolate she held and sipped shrinking at the weight of the crap before
her. Would Rick blow this whole thing off and act like before? Did he even want
to be a in a relationship. Fuck, does he even remember last night? Thank god
she was on birth control for horrendous cramps or that would have been an
entirely different problem altogether.
"Hey sis!" Summer chimed and walked into the room grabbing a bowl and box of
cereal from their respective cupboards. She jolted in her seat at the sound.
"Feeling better? Rick said you were sick."
"Huh? O-oh y-y-yeah I'm good." She replied forcing a smile her eyes flicked
back and forth surveying the kitchen.
"Hmmm you still look kinda pale. Have some orange juice." Summer grabbed the
box from the fridge and poured her a glass and putting it down in front of her.
"Thanks." She replied sipping from the glass. "Uhhh have you seen Rick around?"
Summer poured milk into her bowl of cereal. The liquid sloshed around before
settling. "Yeah I think he's in the garage. Or at least that’s where I last saw
him. He's probably on another adventure with Morty or something." Summer
replied with a sour tone clearly upset with not being the number one choice.
She mused, staring into space and nodding absently. "He probably won't be
around much today."
Good
~*O*~
She then spent most of the day avoiding the garage and Rick. Luckily she didn't
run into him. She stayed in her room distracting herself from the thought of
last night, and even managed to get some homework done. When she did go
downstairs she bumped into her parents and they were both relieved she was
finally leaving her room for a change though it was pretty obvious she wasn't
really back to normal. It didn't last long as she grabbed the box of crackers
she came down from and absconded back upstairs.
"You know honey I think we should go out to eat tonight." Jerry proposed to
Beth as she disappeared up the steps. "You know go out for some sushi or
something? We haven't spent much time as a family recently."
Beth put her hand on her chin for a moment and then smiled. "You know that
doesn't sound half bad. I wouldn't mind not making dinner tonight."
"See I have good ideas sometimes." Jerry smiled and puffed out his chest. Beth
smiled and shook her head.
"I'll let everyone know."
Later everyone was packed into Jerry's car. Beth sitting shotgun and her and
Summer taking the middle row while Rick and Morty sat in the back. Summer had
her headphones in and was texting on her phone as usual. She stared out of the
window grateful that Rick decided to take the backseat next to her brother.
Jerry talked on about his recent job interview while Beth half-listened. On the
whole it was a relatively normal ride. The restaurant they decided on was Sushi
Mambo a not super authentic Japanese place but very good nonetheless. The walls
were covered in modern renditions of old ink paintings and each table had a
small votive candle lighting up the dark restaurant.
"Table for 5 please" Jerry says.
"Right this way" The waiter replies and the whole family walks over to the
table and sits down. The table is circular and her sits across from Rick who
sits next to Morty. Fuck. She fidgets in her seat and picks up the menu,
covering her face from everyone.
"Hmmmm The salmon sashimi looks good. What do you guys think?" Jerry says
addressing the table. She lower the menu slightly to anticipating responses.
"Whatever fl-*urrrp*oats your boat Jerry." Rick replied dismissively.
The waiter dress in a plain black shirt and slacks with a white apron comes
over to take their order. She stares at her menu frantically trying to choose
before he calls her.
"And you miss?"
"I'll have the salmon sashimi." She replies, voice cracking at the end.
"Right away."
"Good choice hun!" Jerry beams and she lowers her menu and flashes a smile.
"Geez Dad you're trying too hard." Summer says crossing her arms.
"What? I'm just trying to make conversation..." Jerry replied slumping in his
seat.
"Let's just have a nice dinner okay?" Beth sighs.
"Never gonna happen sweetie." Rick says, drinking from his flask. Typical Rick
bringing his own booze to a restaurant. Beth sighs again and glares at Rick her
eyes furrowed. He ignores her stares and unfolds his napkin and utensils
putting the napkin neatly into his shirt. She noticed that no matter what Rick
always and impeccable table manners. How this was even possible with the amount
of alcohol he constantly had in his system? It defied all logic. She glanced
over at him looking at the napkin and pondering this question when their eyes
managed to meet, and quickly turns away.
"Here we are! Two salmon sashimi?" The waiter returns with their food. Jerry
raises his hand and the waiter places the place in front of him.
"T-The other one's mine." She says and the waiter hands her the plate. One by
one everyone's plate gets to them. For Rick a plate of chicken curry, Beth a
dragon roll, Morty a California roll with kappa maki on the side, and Summer a
seafood donburi special. Everyone begins to dig into their meal. The sound of
chewing and metal chopsticks fills the air as they eat.
"Hey Beth can I try some of that?" Jerry asked pointing his chopsticks over to
his wife.
"It's rude to point those Jerry." Beth says and pushes her plate over towards
him so he can had a bite. He takes a roll and eats it savoring the bite. She
watches her parents in a unusually normal interaction and she thinks that maybe
dinner would be normal after all. Then she's caught up in the sight of her
grandfather. She watches entranced as Rick eats his curry and rice. Gracefully
making balanced spoonful’s of rice and curry elbows floating above the table.
It's oddly eloquent she thinks in between a bite of her sashimi.
"Hey do you want to try some of mine?" Summer asks holding up an octopus
tentacle towards her. She turns and stares at it. Flashes of her last adventure
with Rick shot through her mind. The stickiness of the tentacles the tightness.
Zeep's voice. Suddenly her chest began to feel heavy. Adrenaline rushed through
her limbs as they tingled warmly. Her entire body began to tremble muscles
wound up, spring ready to release at any moment. Rick turns and sees her and
places his fork and spoon on the table ominously. He steadied his gaze on her
waiting to act.
"I-I-I d-don't w-want any. T-t-t-hanks." She stutters and puts her hands up
waving them back and forth. Summer tilts her head in confusion.
"Are you okay?" She asks putting the piece of octopus back in her bowl.
"I need some fresh air. I-I-I-I'lll be o-outside." She sputtered and threw her
lap napkin into her chair before running for the front door leaving behind her
bewildered family.
"Hey!" Beth called out. Rick dragged the napkin across his mouth quickly before
tossing it on the table. He pushes his chair back and runs after her, his lab
coat flapping behind him. The rest of the family looked at each other tensely.
"What the heck was that about?" Morty inquired staring with a befuddled look at
the door. Jerry shrugs in response. Rick burst open the restaurant doors and
into the quiet crisp air of outside. She’s nowhere in sight.
Shit" He swears under his breath. He walks around the building and finds her
leaning up against the wall hyperventilating.
" Hey. Hey snap out of it. It's okay." Rick comes over and puts his hands on
her arms. She slaps him away and Rick stands hands in the air in mouth slightly
open.
"Don't touch me!" she yelled and turned away from him. Her heart hammered in
her chests and blood roared through her ears. Images of Zeep and the tentacles
were running through her head. Fat tears welled at the corners of her eyes
before falling, sliding slowly down her cheeks and down onto the hard pavement.
Rick stood back watching her. He winced at the sight. This was his fault this
was all his fault. He had gone too far. He took off his lab coat and draped it
on her once again. Her eyes widened in surprised and she turned toward him.
Once again there it was the feeling of safety. Tears continued to fall,
staining the white fabric with small dark marks. She looked up at him. A
miserable sight. Rick's heart filled with pity and remorse he took a step
toward her checking to see if she would back away again. She didn't move. Then
he hugged her. Her cries softened into muffled sobs as she nestled into his
shoulder. Her sobs turned into little hiccups and then finally calmed to its
normal pace. She breathed deeply taking in the scent of Rick. Musky and strong
with whisky with a hint of some chemical. Rick pulled away looking deep in her
eyes.
"I'm.... sorry. For. everything." He said awkwardly lilting his words.
"It's not your fault." She replied realizing that Rick must have felt guilty
this whole time for what had happened.
"And for last night..... That was a mistake." Her heart dropped. Instead of
relief she felt anguish. A dry heat rose in her chest.
"A mistake? But..but it doesn't mean anything to you?" She squeaked chest
filled with hurt.
"I was drunk. I shouldn't have done that. I'm your grandfather It's wrong. "
Rick said sternly. He wasn't going to let this get out of hand. She tightened
her hand into a fist and weakly hit Rick in the chest.
"All this time... And you just take it back... You can't just take it all
back!" She pleaded continuing to hit Rick in the chest. "I...love you you
stupid fucking....." Tears again pooled in her eyes as she continued to hit
him. Rick stood unmoving to the barrage. He grabbed her wrists and held them
up. She struggled against his grip. He stared at her sternly in the eyes, still
damp with tears, until she stopped moving. He held her for a moment the air
heavy with the tension.
"Is this what you want? Are you sure? There's no taking it back." Rick asked
his voice flat and blunt.
"It's all I've ever wanted" She replied quietly. In that instant Rick dropped
her hands and leaned forward crashing his lips onto hers. She grunted in
surprise before melding into the heat. Rick's lips were warm and soft, tasting
faintly of whiskey. He crowded her forward until her back was against up
against the wall. His hand pushes up against the wall caging her in with his
body.
"R-Rick." She moaned as he pushed up against her crowding her body with his
warmth. He pulls away. Much too soon for her liking. He wipes the corner of his
mouth with his wrist.
"Later." He says tipping her chin up and giving her a peck on the cheek. She
blushes. "We should get back inside before someone comes out here to find us."
"Y-Yeah..." She says and smiles. "Oh you'll need this." She takes the lab coat
off and hands it to Rick who slips it on and grabs the lapels pulling them out
to adjust before smoothing them back down. He ruffles her hair and she giggles.
"Let's go before everyone else decides to come and check on us" Rick says
jamming his hands in his pockets. The two walk back toward the entrance of the
restaurant.
***** Classified *****
A week had passed since that night at the restaurant and Rick still hadn't made
good on his promise. It was surprising how much stayed the same. Only a few
moments in the past week could she recall proof that their relationship had
changed. Lingering touches of the hand at dinner whilst passing the salt, Rick
being more protective on adventures, crowding closer when they had to sneak
around and dodged federation guards. All in all it didn't look like anything
out of the ordinary. Nothing out of their familial relationship. Ironically,
Rick had become aloof. Leading her to believe he only had so much emotional
energy to spare, and was now shifting to the awkwardness of a new relationship
without keeping the familiarity of knowing each other before hand. These
thoughts swirled in her mind as she walked downstairs. It late well past
dinner, and the rest of the family already retired to their rooms. In the
living room the silhouette of Rick's hair stark black in front of the
fluorescent glow of the tv. With soft steps she walks in. Rick's sitting, legs
spread beer bottle in hand watching a rerun of Ball Fondlers in his usual
attire. He takes a lazy drink of his beer, and she watches his lips enclose the
rim of the glass. it's just Rick drinking, like that's anything new, but it's
hypnotic. The way his Adam's apple bobs with each swallow makes her heart
pound.
"Hey." She manages to say through affected nerves. Rick raises an eyebrow mid
sip and puts the bottle down.
"Hey."
"Watching Ball Fondlers?"
"Yup."
An awkward silence hangs in the air as she mutters up the courage to ask him a
question, shifting her weight between her feet. Rick raises his eyebrow and
turns towards her, giving his full attention. He can't really imagine what kind
of thing was giving her this much trouble. Okay that was a lie, but he'll play
the part of the naive and concerned, just this once. It'll be worth it.
"Uhhh, Rick."
"Yeah?"
"I-I-is is alright if I sit on your lap?" She sputters the words out, her face
turning a dark shade of red. Why did she was weird? They were together agreed
to it. They had fucked for goodness sake, but in the end they were still
related. Despite it all that was hard to shake; it was programmed in the genes
of all humanity to avoid it. Though, nobody said that nature didn't fuck up now
and then. She pondered this distracting herself from the torturous silence.
Rick suppresses a smirk.
 
"Sure, babe." Rick replies and pats his lap, beckoning her to come over. Babe.
The word rolled off his tongue as easily as it did with Unity to her surprise.
For someone who hasn't made a move for weeks he was acting awfully familiar.
She sat down on his lap, adjusting her weight. A smile crept upon her face and
she nuzzled her head back against Rick's chest and shoulder. She sat on his
lap, giddy with happiness, her chest bursting with warm fuzzy feelings. And yet
still she couldn't believe that he reciprocated her feelings, giving her a bit
of anxiety. She half expected to wake up in bed at any minute the past week a
figment of her fevered imagination.
"I love you." She said harvesting the good feelings and channeling it into
courage to speak her mind. Rick squeezes her closer and tilted his head to give
he a peck on the cheek.
"Don't get t-t-too sappy on me now." He replies chastising gently against her
ear. His voice a low whisper that send shivers down her spine. Despite that she
voices her concerns.
"I'm really glad,but I feel like you've been farther away since then."
"I don't want to go to-too fast babe. Y-You're still less th-than twice my age
you know. Don't want to scare you off now." He says with a smirk and a knowing
look. Somehow she misses the joke. It's an overly cliched sentiment Rick makes
trying to be self-aware while still not giving a fuck. Should be obvious he
doesn't really mind, he thinks. It flies over her head. Then again if it was
obvious she probably wouldn't have said what she did.
"Geez Rick. You don't have to baby me. I'm not scared or nothing. You don't
have to hold back. Just treat me anyone else." She says trying to look as
sincere and confident as possible. After all she didn't want too lose him by
being boringly vanilla. The Smith children had an idea that Rick had
experiences in this department with planet hopping and all. Past thoughts of
blue skinned aliens surrounding her grandpa made her skin prickle. Yeah, she
thought, and that's only a fraction of his track record. How could you compare
with a being who's form was, well anything it could get it's hands on. No
matter how interested in her Rick was she thought, deep down, she was the
current position of a long line of debache, and as the one without potentially
infinite fuck-able bodies, she had to be down for anything. Suddenly her mouths
a mess. A dry sticky heat of insecurity melts her confident facade. How could
she top that? The thought had her knees wobbling.
Her discomfort is like sweet candy. Rick does what he does best, fuck with
people.
"Oh but you're not anyone else" Rick purred against her ear low. "You're
special." He planted a wet kiss on her neck, drawing out a shudder and a small
squeak, hands drawing into fists balled in her lap. Special? How? Well other
than the obvious dating your granddaughter thing, but that wasn't what he was
talking about. Or was it? Her mind raced trying to analyze his words. Of course
it was what she wanted. To be the one for someone who rarely had any less than
three.
Rick watches her expression shift in her all too familiar over-thinking face.
He lets her seep in worry for a moment before sliding his hand down to her
thigh. Her eyes widen and she snaps back to the present.
"Is this what you want?" Rick mouths into her skin his eyes gleaming. Waiting
to do this was well worth it. All the insecurity and worry, it was cute, and
too easy.
She nods silently, and Rick continues to pepper her neck with kisses, sure to
leave no inch untouched. His hands wrap around her fists, parting them to
entwine their fingers, and she squirms. Rick chuckles.
"You suuuure? Y-y-you're not saying a whole lot. I'm not convinced y-y-you
really want this." Rick says pulling his hands away from her and shrugging. He
wants to make sound as serious as possible though can't help but smile, luckily
she doesn't notice.
"Ye-yes!" She says.
"Good."
In a swift motion Rick holds her close to him and stands up lifting her off the
floor.
"Aaah! Rick!"
He then quickly but carefully plops her back down on the couch lying face up.
"This is what you want right?" Rick says voice low, looming over her and grabs
the zipper of his jeans and tugs them down The teeth unlock with a sound that
cuts the quiet room. Her cheeks burn red with embarrassment.
"Rick! H-here?!" She squeaks and sits up on her knees, peering over the middle
of the couch into the empty kitchen staring at the top corner of the stairs.
"What if someone catches us?" She sits up properly and looks up at him. Rick,
who had ignored her until just then, had managed to strip to just his long-
sleeve. He tilts his head up to glance at the very top of the stairs. While
he's distracted she can't help but stare at his now freed cock. It looks almost
bigger than it felt back then, and there's a thin trail of pre-cum dripping
down from the head. The sight of it makes her head spin and heart race. Rick
looks back at her staring at him down there, apparently not too worried to
stare, and smiles. He waits till she's done and looking back at him. Caught,
she offers a sheepish smile. He leans down to her eye level and with a devious
grin offers his own thoughts.
"Fuck 'em."
Somehow his lunatic apathy convinces her so she grabs the hem of her t-shirt
and pulls it over her head, throwing them into the pile of Rick's clothes then
hooks her thumb into the waistband of her shorts, but seeing the clothes on the
floor not hidden by the couch causes her to hesitate. Rick waits for a moment
then crosses his arms, dick bouncing gently with the movement. Arms still
crossed, he points at her shorts like a customer picking out their order.
"Can't fuck you with those on. I-I mean unless you want to do a secret load of
laundry this week."
"I know!" She replies quickly and defensively.
"Oookay. Just checking. Y-Y-You're still new and all. D-don't know what they
teach y-y-you these days in school." Rick says with a smug grin.
"Of course I know that...man." She mumbles then takes off her shorts and
panties in one.
"Hmmmm efficient. I like that. That's why you're my favorite grandkid." Rick
takes the clothes out of her hand and drops them onto the pile. Mimicking scene
out of something she had watched on the internet, she takes a chance and,
sitting up on the couch spreads her legs putting on what she hopes is a sultry
expression. "Hmmm, yup my favorite" Rick says eyeing her up and down.
"Really?" She asks eyes wide with hope, dropping the pornstar look.
"No, not really." Rick replies dryly. "I fuck Summer and Morty too." She frowns
and crosses her arms and legs and looks away from him indignantly "I'm joking.
I'm joking. C'mere."
Rick leans in and gives her a peck on the cheek. Her expression softens and she
turns to him and turns it into a proper kiss. Rick smiles and deepens the kiss,
mouth melding together in wet soft heat. He's first to pull away and the sight
of her, half lidded and panting goes straight to his dick.
"Mmmm okay babe. You asked for it." Rick stands in front of her. She turns
leans her head back on the arm of the couch. Rick straddles her on the couch.
"Turn over."
She hesitates for a moment, their eyes meeting briefly before she complies and
lays face down into the cushion. Rick takes a moment to slap her ass.
"Eep!" He-hey!" She protests. Rick chuckles. Before she can say more one of
Rick's fingers is slipping in and out of her.
"Boy, you're quite eager." Rick says sliding his fingers out and staring at the
liquid draped between them.
"Sh-shut up!" She mutters into the cushion.
"Okaaaay." Rick responds, he lines himself in front of the entrance and slowly
pushes in, the wet tightness of her insides elicits a grateful moan from Rick
and a sharp gasp from her.
"How's it?" Rick asks, thrusting the last bit of his cock all the way in.
"Mmmph!" She moans into the cushion.
"Hmmm what?" Rick asks and draws himself out completely. Knowing full well what
he wants she shakes her head into the sofa. "Ahhh." Rick purrs and them thrusts
himself back in, the sensation sends her head into a pleasurable fog. The soft
slap of skin cuts the quiet air as Rick thrusts. He leans over to nip at her
ear, the act only intensifying the feelings of ecstasy. He licks then bites her
exposed nape drawing a moan then gasp. Is Rick always this possesive she
wonders. His hands wander to her breasts.
"Mmmm Rick." She moans, arching her back and pulling her head up to take a
needed breath. With that action Ricks's hand moves to her her chin and high
throat, grasping them tightly as he quickens at a brutal pace.
"Ah, ah!" The moans and exclamations of pleasure spill out without hesitation.
Rick smirks at her unabashed response, a bead of sweat on his temple.
"You like that, huh?" He rasps, breath ragged as he pounds into her. "You like
it when I fuck you this." She can't form a real response and settles for more
moans. Each of Rick's relentless thrusts pulls her farther and farther away
from any thoughts other than how good his dick feels inside. He shifts and hits
a spot, she cries out in pleasure, cutting off the embarrassing noise by
burying her face into the sofa cushion.
"If I knew you were so thirsty for it woulda done it sooner." Rick laughs
softly. "I'm gonna give you want babe." Rick picks up the pace the tension
coiling and building. His thrusts become messy and pace rushed. With a low
groan swiftly pull out as he slips over the edge cumming all over her, creamy
white spilling over her back. His grip on her neck softens.
For a moment all that can be heard is her panting. Rick grabs a tissue from the
coffee table and wipes the cum off her back and ass as best he can. He chucks
the tissue into the trash can and sits up properly on the sofa. She also sits
up, knees bent and leaning up on one arm. She sits enjoying the post-fuck high.
Rick places a hand on her ankle and leans into the couch.
As soon as the after-glow settles the anxiety creeps back into her mind.
Quickly she stands up and grabs her clothes putting them on in haste. Rick
follows, less rushed. After all is said and done she stands awkwardly as Rick
dons his labcoat.
"Ummm... Uh... thanks." She says, unsure of how to address him since the last
time this happened she was immediately passed out after.
"Hah. D-Don't mention it kid." Rick says shoving a hand in his pocket. "S-s-
seriously, Don't mention it. Ever." He says seriously giving her a hard look.
She quickly shakes her head and hands out in front of her
"N-Never!"
"Good." Rick says and smiles. He draws her in for a one arm hug, and a kiss on
her head. She practically beams.
"Now g-get outta here." He shoos her away, the other hand still tucked into his
pocket, and turns toward his room nonchalantly . She chuckles and shakes her
head and makes her way up the stairs, but before she can step onto the tile of
the kitchen a dark figure retreats up the stairs out of her view. By the time
she can see where it had been there was no trace. The stairs and hallway were
empty; she breathes a sigh of relief and heads into her bedroom unaware of the
quickened heart beat and trembling hands of an unwilling witness behind the
door right across the hall.
***** Rations *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Breakfast the next morning is odd to say the least. She trots down the stairs
with a grin and a feeling of lightness that she didn't realize she had lost.
After last night it was obvious Rick cared about her, and that was all that
really mattered. As she takes the last step off the the stairs it feels like
she won't ever touch the ground. And when she does the euphoria doesn't fade
because she spots him. At the table Rick sits opposite Morty and Summer. Summer
staring at her phone, tip-tapping away at the screen, and Morty concentrating a
bit too hard on his pancakes.
"Hey Rick!" She chirps and waves. Summer's gaze snaps up from her cell phone
the look on her face serious, must be boy trouble. Morty though, practically
falls into his breakfast. Ting ting ting, the metal clatter of a dropped fork
echos through the kitchen.
"Jeez Morty, ca-can't get keep a grip on your shit huh?" Rick jokes and waves a
fork at him.
"Shut the FUCK up Rick!" Morty snaps back. His response cracks that atmosphere
like a whip. Rick's eyes harden, Summer stares mouth open and, having had just
barely entered the kitchen, his other sibling stands still at the thereshold of
the kitchen with a concerned look. For a moment she glances at Morty. When
his'eyes meet hers they soften and he quickly averts them. It's a look she
can't quite place. Sadness? Hurt? Pity?
"Wh-whatever." Morty mumbles and walks out of the kitchen. Hesitantly, she
walks into the kitchen and picks up the dropped fork.
"What's his problem." Summer asks turning to Rick. She places the fork in the
sink, looking at Rick expectantly.
"Fuck if I know." Rick says dragging Morty's plate of unfinished pancakes
towards him. The sounds of his knife and fork hitting the plate as he eats
Morty's pancakes seems to put everyone back into the realm of breakfast. She
sit in the next to the now empty seat and starts cutting up her pancakes.
"Aaaaanyway." Summer says, eager to change the subject. "When are you going to
take us on a mission Grandpa Rick?" She gestures between herself and her sister
with a half-smile. Apparently when you disappear with your grandpa in the
middle of the night it isn't obvious that you've been going on adventures with
him even if it's been that way for the past few weeks. For some reason, Rick's
eyes fall on his new "partner". She tenses, but the look is neutral and his
attention is quickly shifted to Summer, to her relief. What was that about?
"I do have a thing to do, but it's a two-man mission. Summer you can go. You're
going to have to sit this one out. “Rick says again looking at her.
"Yes! Errr, sorry." Summer gives her a sheepish look and she shakes her head
and smiles. This "permission" has Summer smirking once more straight at Rick.
"Sorry not shorry." He says, taking another large bite of pancake mid-sentence.
"What! I mean it's not like this happens all that often! It's usually two of us
and then you. Actually its recently been just you... at night." Summer says
with a suspicious tone.
"I'm not overloading the ship for your childish needs, Summer." Rick points the
fork at her.
"But you're taking me on the mission." Summer crosses her arms. Got 'em.
"I can easily take you off the mission." Rick points his thumb at her sister.
"Okay, Okay." Summer raises her hands in surrender. These two were ridiculous
and her sister can't help but giggle and Summer swear she sees the corner of
Rick's mouth turn up slightly for a moment while watching her laugh. Rick sees
the red on his new girl's cheeks, and Summer is about to turn towards her and
he stands up. The sounds of wood scraping linoleum cuts the air before Summer
can see her blush. Before she gets a good enough look Rick is making haste
towards the garage.
"Come on. We've got shit to do."
Summer tucks her phone into her pocket and practically jumps out of her chair.
Moments later there's the whirr of the rickety spaceship, and Rick and Summer
are off faster than ever.
Now alone at the table she's thinks of what adventure they could be going on
and why he left so quickly, oblivious to the motivation behind it. Her brow
furrows as she tries to think of why. Then it dawns on her.
Between Morty' storming out and them going off into space... No one had done
the dishes, the plates and cutlery on the table sticky with syrup and leftover
pancake. That's going to take forever to get off. Then she turns to the sink,
the dropped fork and the rest of the unwashed dishes from the night before sit
waiting to be washed. With much reluctance she rolls up her sleeves.
Chapter End Notes
     Where are Beth and Jerry? Who knoooows. Haha. But seriously,
     hopefully this short chapter is alright. I feel bad not resolving the
     mystery but all will be revealed in time ;)
***** Exhibit A *****
Chapter Notes
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Out in the vastness of space Summer files her nails in the passenger seat of
Rick's spaceship as he pilots, flask in one hand, steering wheel in the other.
Turns out the Ryotikens had installed a new anti-pirate turret field around
their planet. So in the end they didn't even touch the oh-so dangerous planet.
"So, got a new favorite grandkid now huh?" Summer says, continuing to file her
nails. Rick chokes on his flask sending vodka flying onto the steering wheel
and windshield.
"Fuck!" He exclaims, wiping the alcohol off his chin with his coat sleeve.
There's a towel under the seat, and Rick leans down to grab it. Unfortunately
tilting the steering wheel as he does. The ship wobbles and veers hard to the
right. It dips, the cargo tips, rattling around in the back.
"Grandpa!" Summer yells as she's thrown off her balance. Rick pulls hard and
manages to stabilize it. Luckily there wasn't anything around to hit. The
benefit of flying around in space. After a tense moment of rooting around Rick
finally grabs the towel. Quickly he mops up the liquored wheel and glass,
careful not to turn the now relatively dry steering wheel. Well as careful as
you can while piss drunk. Summer sighs with relief only to look over at Rick
starring daggers into her. His brows creased and eyes burning with thinly
controlled rage. Terror stabs her.
"Don't EVER fucking say that again." There was loud-angry Rick, which they had
all seen before and gotten more or less used to, and there was this. A quiet,
gravely furious Rick. Anger held together to make a point. Sharp. Crystallized
to spike terror in your heart and make you think fucking twice about doing
anything, again. Ever.
Summer's eyes go wide and it she swears they're careening through space again
because the lurch in her stomach is back. Rick, satisfied with her response,
turns wordlessly toward the front of the ship. Sharp pinpricks of tears sting
the corner of her eyes. She's sick. It's the clutch of your stomach right as
you hit the ground. The moment before you know you're dead. She bites red marks
into her bottom lip and turns towards the stars outside. It's not the first
time Rick's yelled at her, but this time it's different. The drive back home is
silent.
Meanwhile her sister back on earth is stuck with a very evasive Morty. When she
does spot him, halfway down the hall in front of Rick's room she offers a wave
and awkward smile. Morty's eyes bug out and he immediately walks the way he
came. Great, now Morty was acting weird. Next thing you know her dad was going
to start acting all cold. Though somehow that image was impossible to really
imagine. Not even in her imagination could she think of her Dad as someone not
willing to interact with someone else. It was kind of weird how needy he was,
but now that she thought about it, he wasn't being so clingy recently. Spaced
out for a few moments, she realizes her chance to catch up with Morty has
passed. Well, he'll tell her eventually.
Chuk, chuk, whiiir.
The familiar sound of Rick's rickety ship landing in the garage echos through
the house. She can't help but smile.
"Rick, Summer!" She says as she steps into the garage. "How wa- huh?" Before
she can finish she notices Summer's downcast eyes as she exits the ship.
"Everything okay?"
The force smile on Summer's face does nothing to convince her of it. "Yeah, I'm
good." Summer says while brushing past her.
"You." The sound of Rick's voice makes the hair on her neck stand on end. "My
room, now."
Normally she'd protest. Here? Now? With them awake? But the low cutting tone of
his voice tells her that isn't what he's talking about.
"Hey... Is."
"Now."
As they walk into Rick's room she spots Morty at the end of the hallway, and
right as the click of the door knob sounds she swears he makes a fist. The last
thing she sees before walking in is a very pissed off Morty.
Chapter End Notes
     And the plot thickens...
     Thanks again to everyone who's been sticking through my terrible
     update schedule and short chapters to read this! It means a lot :D
***** Eyewitness *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Morty can't believe Rick would be so brazen. Dragging his sister into his room
just like that. Of course Morty knew Rick was fucked up, he asked for a giraffe
from Unity, but this. This was too far. This crossed the line; actually it cut
straight through the lines. Fuck it this was the knife dragging over the
holiday ham netting of line-crossing.
There are dark red crescents on his palms from gripped fists. What is he
waiting for? Obviously there’s something going on. He saw it with his own two
eyes. A sharp memory of blue fluorescent lights, his sister on the couch, Rick
clearly on top of her. Just then an argument starts in the room. From here it
sounds like someone, probably Rick is yelling, followed by an ominous silence.
Morty grits his teeth. What the fuck was going on? There wasn't time to think
about it, there wasn't time to hesitate. He couldn't be a coward now, not with
his sister in danger. The roar of blood in his ears drowns out any fear and
before he can think another horrible thought he grabs the door knob.
~*O*~
"Did you fucking say something to Summer?" Rick growls walking towards her. She
flinches back, he was too close. "Huh?" Rick grabs her arm and she
instinctively tugs away. "Why was she calling you 'my favorite grandkid' How
the FUCK would she know what I said last night?!" Rick's yelling now and she
squeezes her eyes shut. It's too loud. "Answer me dammit!"
CLUNK.
It's the sound of the door flinging open. Rick and her both turn to see a very
furious Morty. His shoulder raised, hands balled into fists, Rick's grip on her
arm loosens but not quick enough to evade Morty's angry glance.
"Get off my sister Rick!" Morty yells, and before anyone has a chance to say
anything there's a yellow blur.
THUNK.
Yellow, white, and blue crash onto the floor. She gasps. The two are a tangle
of arms and harsh words.
"What the fuck Morty?!" Rick yells, wrestling against Morty. Morty grabs Rick's
right hand and pins it back. For a fourteen-year old kid he sure had a fucking
arm.
"SHUT UP!" Morty yells, punching Rick across the face with his other hand. Rick
takes the hit and everything freezes. She doesn't dare to breathe. Ricks hand
brushes the welt gently. Its a clean hit, stings too. His now marred face drops
into a scowl, and she backs away knowing full well what was coming. Morty looks
on, angry gaze unyielding.
"Hey!" Morty yelps as Rick grabs his wrists, with a swift tug and push he has
Morty face down into the carpet hands behind his back. Rick holds firm and digs
Morty into the floor for good measure. She looks on in utter shock, staring at
Morty. This time she can tell. He's angry, mad as all hell. Then their eyes
meet once again, and when they do his expression changes. To pure
determination.
"Aaaaaaaggh!" Morty growls, shifting side to side. Rick drop his full weight on
the boy. Morty cries out in pain, and his eyes water and he can't stop the hot
tears from falling onto the carpet.
"Rick stop!" She yells, tugging at the top of his sleeve. "You're hurting him!"
"Stay out of this." Rick replies coldly. Again he pushes Morty against the
floor.
"Nnnngh" Morty grunts, the dull pain intensifies. With no choice, he breathes
out, only to struggle to breathe back in. The oxygen slowly leaves him, the
room begins to float and darken. Then Rick loosens up, just enough for him to
take a breath, but digs his fingernails into the boy’s wrists. Morty tenses,
and Rick leans in close until he's right against Morty's ear
"Now. What the fuck are you doing?" Rick whispers gravely, his breath ghosting
over Morty's ear. Oh Fuck, Morty thinks. He's close, too close. For some
inexplicable reason it makes Morty's cheeks warm. There was no doubt his face
was red. This was way worse than being passed out. "Answer me M-Morty!" Rick
says through gritted teeth, he pushes Morty against the floor once more shoving
his face into the carpet.
"Please Rick! Don't!" She pleads, grabbing her grandfather by the shoulders and
tugging with trembling arms. He simply shakes her off. Her words embolden
Morty.
"Stopping you from molesting my sister! YOU SICK FUCK!" He screams. The
miserable words echo through the hallway. With that, Rick stands up allowing
Morty to scramble to his feet. "Last night, in t-t-the living room. Y-y-you're
a monster!!" Morty yells voice trembling. "H-How could you?!"
Ignoring Morty, Rick speaks "Close the door." She quickly obeys. Without
another word Rick reaches into his lab coat. It's a laser gun. He points it at
Morty.
Morty's eyes go wide with fear. She steps forward about to grab Rick's sleeve.
"Rick! Sto-"
Zzssssh.
She watches helplessly as her brother crumples to the floor.
"Morty!" She runs over to him, heart hammering in her chest.
"He's fine." Rick says, putting his arm down the laser gun points harmlessly at
the floor.
"Why did you shoot him Rick!?" She yells, voice cracking.
"D-d-do you want the whole neighborhood to know we fuck?! Did you want him to
keep yelling? Why don't you just yell it from t-t-the goddamn roof? Hello
World! I fuck my grandpa!" Rick raises his hands dramatically and spins. The
sarcasm unyielding, and unbearable. It goes straight through her heart and she
puts her hand over her mouth.
"I-I-I shot him, dammit, because i-if I didn't your sister, no, the whole
fucking neighborhood would find out. W-who am I kidding, she probably already
knows!" Rick continues his tirade, waving his gun around. Then he stops. His
hand with the gun pushing against his brow, already wrinkled in irritation, the
other hand planted on his hip. A moment of quiet passes over the room. Rick
sighs.
"Look, j-just help me move him to the living room. He's fine. I-It's on stun.”
She looks up at him, with watery eyes. A small river of tears falls onto her
cheeks. Goddammit. Rick's eyes flick away, guilty.
"I'm suh...so..sor" The heavy lump in her throat makes it hard to breath. Rick
scratches the back of his head. He done did it this time. After a moment he
leans down to her eye level, she looks away. He reaches out a hand and brushes
the water off her cheeks. She doesn't look.
"You better be." Rick says softly, and holds out his hand. She takes it and he
pulls her up into a surprise hug. They stay close, Rick looking ahead into
nothing patting the back of her head. She sobs quietly into his chest. It stays
like this for a fleeting moment, then Rick pulls away and stows his gun back in
his lab coat pocket. She sniffles and wipes her face with her arm. Rick turns
his attention to the unconscious Morty, his tall frame looming over the boy; he
reaches for his tangled arms.
"Now, before he wakes up."
Chapter End Notes
     And now you know who saw ;)
      
     Thanks for all your kind words! I'm glad you're all enjoying it.
***** Testimony *****
Chapter Notes
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Morty wakes up to Rick and his sister sitting across from him on the coffee
table, Rick with one foot on the obsidian table and his sister sitting, head
scanning the room nervously paying special attention to the entryways. When she
turns and sees him her eyes light up.
"He's awake!"
"Rick! You fuc-" Mortys's halfway off the couch, but before he can finish Rick
has the lasergun pointed up at his head once again. The high pitched whine of
it charging to prime echos off the walls. Morty freezes and promptly sits back
down. How many times was he going to have a gun pointed at him today?
"Say another goddamn word Morty and you're going back to sleep." Rick says
flatly, he flicks the switch on the gun. "And this time it'll be-"
"Rick!" She yells slapping the laser gun away. Morty's eyes narrow. Rick
doesn't point that blaster lightly, literally. He's seen RIck, surprisingly
strong for his age, shoot straight with Federation guards grabbing at his arm
and they are definitely stronger than his sister.
TAK.
Rick drops the gun on the table and turns toward him. His face somewhere
between bored and hurried.
"Morty. Y-y-you're gonna want to listen. And I-I don't mean "sitting in history
class staring at Jessica" listening. I mean ACTUALLY pay attention. It's
important. Or this laser gun ends up- " Rick points at Morty's head once again,
the boy's face ignites in anger.
"I don't give a fuck. I'm not hearing it Rick!" Morty huffs straightening his
arms into the couch, leaning forward aggressively almost daring Rick to shoot
him.
"And I fucking know that. So she's going to tell you." Rick says, jabbing his
thumb at her, the gun in his hand rattles with the movement.
"Wh-what? Me?" she asks, voice pitched up.
"Yeah, you." Rick says, crossing his arms. Sure he could explain it to Morty,
obviously it didn't take a genius to figure it out, nor did it take one to tell
the little shit what was going on. She shifts in her seat, well as much of a
seat a coffee table is. Morty looks on expectantly. The look on her face says
this is just as difficult for her as it is for him right now. She starts to
speak, opens her mouth, but clams right back up, slips her hand under her thigh
and bites her lip. An exasperated sigh escapes Rick.
"The thing is your sister and I ban-"
"Okay! Okay!" She interjects; face turning a deep crimson red. "I'll tell him."
"Okaaay then. Make it quick." Rick says, pulling his flask from the inside of
his lab coat taking a long deep swig. He raises an eyebrow whilst drinking,
taking a good look at the situation before him. This was going to be good.
"Morty... Uhhh, The thing is, I'm- We. We're going out." She mumbles, ending
the confession with an awkward smile. Once again she searches his face for his
thoughts. Its blank. Wait no, it's anger, definately anger.
"Is that what he has you believing?! Wh-wh-what h-h-he's d-d-oing isn't. It
isn't!" Morty sputters.
"Right? Moral? Legal? Spit it out Morty." The boy shoots daggers in his
direction, but says nothing back. "Actually don't cause I know exactly what
you're going to say. Obviously, none of that matters. The only thing that DOES
matter i-" Rick starts.
"Is that I asked for this." She finishes, giving Morty a long hard look. He
needs to understand. At least, she wants him to understand for his own sake.
"I...know it may be hard for you to believe. But this isn't Rick just, you
know, taking advantage of me or whatever... I want this too."
"You're serious?" Morty asks, softly and to her surprise there isn't a hint of
judgement, but gentle confusion.
"Yeah. Morty. I am." She affirms placing a hand on top of his. When her fingers
brush his knuckles, passing over wound tendons she squeezes lightly, and the
tension fades. Rick shifts in his seat and crosses his arms. When the two
siblings face each other with tentative looks of hope (from her) and uneasy
tolerance (from Morty) he's just about had it.
"Ugh familial love. Gross." Rick quips and takes another swig of his flask. The
tender moment snaps like a twig. Morty flies off into a rage.
"Jeez Rick! Wh-What?! I-I really d-don't want to hear it from you! D-Do d-do
you ever hear youself right now?!" Morty yells hopping up off the couch, the
steam from his tantrum sends him pacing across the room. "That’s gross Rick!
You're gross!" Rick merely smirks, and to his surprise he hears a bubble of
laughter erupt from his left.
"Ah... Aha, Ahahahaha" Morty turns, arms still out from fuming about Rick's
inappropriateness to see his sister doubled over on the couch. Hand over her
mouth in a futile attempt to stop the uncontrollable laughter spilling out.
"See your sister can take a joke. Actually she can take more than th-"
"Oh thats it!" Morty yells and stomps off towards the kitchen, now Rick's
howling with laughter.
"Morty wait!" He feels a hand wrapping around his wrist. "Just promise me one
thing."
"Okay..." Morty says not even bothering to turn towards her. Though at this
point it didn't matter she just needed him to hear it.
"Promise you won't tell anyone. Mom, Dad, Summer, anybody."
Morty turns to his sister, looking at her hopeful face, then down at the floor.
"I-"
Click. Kreeeek.
"Hey everyone we're back!" Jerry's overly saccharine voice reverberates off the
hallway walls. A jolt of fear grips her. Morty stands fast, eyes wide.
"Jesus Jerry. It's not that big of a deal." Beth says, plopping a large duffel
bag onto the floor, then brushing a stray hair out of her face, she rummages
through it. "Jerry, have you see my phone?"
"No sweetie!" He calls down from upstairs.
"Ugh typical." She sighs, and then turns to the two still standing in the
kitchen with looks reminiscent of small woodland animals caught in the
headlights of a freight truck speeding towards them with a speed at which even
instantaneous breaking would send them, the driver, and all the cargo in the
back barreling forward in what could be a seriously bad time.
"Anyway... How was your weekend kids?"
Chapter End Notes
     Short, but I figured after the election some of you might want
     something to take your minds off it.
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