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

Fifteen

"The view from here is the same as yours, Jim. A giant head has entered Earth's gravity, triggering climate change and natural disasters we thought were impossible for at least another 8 years." A new's reporter said.

"Let's not make this political, Terry. Do we know what this giant head wants?" The giant head cleared his throat.

"SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT." It said.

"Jim, you heard the... said- "Show me what you got." The reporter said.

"SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT! I WANT TO SEE WHAT YOU GOT!" Lily turned off the TV.

"Oh boy." She said.

"Time to go, Morty," Rick said as they all got up.

"Uh, where?" Morty asked.

"The Pentagon." The scientists said as they put on sunglasses.

"I mean, not the Pentagon. The lame one. Here on Earth." Rick corrected. They all climbed into the ship and started to pull off.

"Mom, Dad, what do you know about this?" Beth asked, running up to the car with Summer and Jerry behind her.

"We're going to look into it, sweetie," Lily said.

"You guys hold tight," Rick said before taking off. They all flew in the ship, getting close to the Pentagon. Rick landed and they all climbed out. Rick opened a portal and they were in the main room where everyone was at.

"Hold it! Don't move!" Two soldiers pointed guns at the three of them.

"Stay back! This watch turns people into snakes!" Rick threatened. The soldiers looked over to the General who just nodded. Rick zapped them with his watch and everyone was shocked when they saw two snakes in their place. Lily smirked, knowing what really happened.

"Stand down! Everybody, stand down! I'm the leader of these people, and I'm unarmed. There's no need for anymore snake-makery." The President said.

"My name is Rick Sanchez. This here is my wife, Lily, and my grandson, Morty." Rick said, pulling out his flask. Lily made a mental note to correct Rick that they still weren't together anymore.

"Hi, Morty..." Everyone greeted him, sounding worried.

"Hey," Morty said.

"We've seen enough of the galaxy to know what we've got here is a Cromulon from the Signus-5 Expanse," Lily said, after sipping her flask.

"So you can forget about nukes and you can forget about math," Rick said, looking between the General and the scientist. "This head won't go away until *burp* Earth shows them it's got... a hit song," Rick explained fully.

"A hit song?" "We can't possibly-" Everyone started talking at once.

"You mean like Vivaldi?" One scientist asked.

"No, Frasier. A live performance of a newly written, catchy original song." Lily said. "The Cromulon feed on the talent and showmanship of less-evolved life-forms."

"All right, all right. Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Sanchez," The president said. "Change of plans, people. Get me Pharrell, Randy Newman, Billy Corgan, and The Dream." Everyone looked at him confused. "The Dream? He wrote Umbrella and Single Ladies? You people haven't heard of The Dream?"

"You're gonna want to put them on that giant speaker system at your sonic testing facility at Area 51," Rick said.

"How do you know about that?" The General asked.

"For God's sake, Nathan, the man turns people into snakes. He can use Google Maps," The president said.

"Sir, Pharrell, Newman, Corgan, and that Dream guy- they're all dead," Someone said.