Love isn't a chemical. (Rick x O.C.) (Rick and Morty fanfic) [Hold/maybe ended]

Fourteen

"Your carborator is pretty banged up." Gearhead said as he worked on fixing the car.

"That's because my grandson drives like a male Obravidian." Rick said. Lily gave him a look. "Yeah I said it. Some stereotypes are based in fact."

"You need to take care of your gears, Rick. To you, they're just wheels with teeth, but in my culture, wars were fought-"

"Yeah, whatever, just fix it." Lily said, cutting him off. They walked over to Morty and Fart.

"I don't think the Glomformites can track us now. Looks like we're gonna be here for awhile. Unless you got the gun that K. Michael dropped and we can finish the job." Rick said lowly to Morty and Lily.

"You do know I'm telepathic, right?" Fart asked.

"I was trying to be polite." Rick said.

"No, Rick. We're gonna take him home." Morty said, crossing his arms.

"What? Are you gonna look for he who dealt it?" Rick asked. Lily elbowed his side. Rick looked at her.

"I came from a wormhole you call Lalala. Get out of my head, Fart, I know you're in here- No. The Promethean nebula."

"Oh, great. That's just great. Just a hop, a skip, and an 8 light-year jump away." Lily said. She started to pull up the fastest way to get there from her watch.

"Look, you can go home anytime, Rick." She heard Morty say.

"Whatever you want to do, you little punk-ass bitch..." She heard Rick grumble as he walked away. She followed him as she continued to work.

"So, why did you come back?" She asked.

"What do you mean?"

"We both know you didn't want to help Morty save that cloud. You still don't, but you haven't left yet." Rick looked at her. They just stayed silent until they heard singing.

"I'll stop them," Rick said, walking away. Lily kept working on figuring out the fastest way to get to the Promethan Nebula. She pulled her hair up to think better as she planned their route. She sent it to Rick's ship as she heard on the TV.

"... of these unidentified humanoid fugitives, reportedly at large within the Gear System." The reporter said. Lily's eyes widened.

"Son of a..." Rick started to walk over to Morty and Fart. "Why were the Gromflamites holding you prisoner? What the fuck is so valuable about you?"

"I am no more valuable than life itself. However, I am able to alter the composition of atoms, like this." There was electricity crackling in Fart and a rather large gold nugget came out. "That was oxygen. I added 71 protons to it." Lily picked it up.

"Terrific, the fart that pooped gold." Lily tucked it into her lab coat.

"No wonder every cop in the system is looking for us. Any species that gets ahold of this thing is gonna use it to take over the galaxy. You know how inconvenient that's gonna be to our work?" Rick said as lights started to flash outside.

"Someone dropped the dime on us. Gearhead." Lily growled as she turned around, seeing Gearhead pointing a gun at Rick and Lily.

"I'm sorry, Rick and Lily. The reward on your heads is too high. And like you always say, you got to look out for number one."

"Number one is me, asshole. I thought you were our friend!" Rick yelled.

"Friend?! Do you even know my real name? It's Revolio Clockberg junior. I belong to an entire species of Gearpeople. Calling me "Gearhead" is like calling a Chinese person 'Asian face.'" As he talked, Lily looked around. She saw a box full of twigs and threw it at Gearhead.