Little Concessions (Rick and Morty Fanfic)

Chapter Two - Pilot

I woke up to a crashing sound coming from outside. Kind of startled me a little bit. Snuffles was barking up a storm, I heard Dad whine about the noise but couldn't make out what he said.

"What the hell was that?" I asked as I slowly got up from my comfy bed. I picked up my glasses and looked out the window only to see Rick and Morty nearly crawling out of some type of little space ship car thing. Must be another one of Rick's inventions. Morty looked dead tired, Rick looked crazy drunk. I rubbed my eyes and waved a little at Morty, who noticed me in the window.

"What was that noise? Are we getting robbed?" Mom and Summer walked into my room, worried of course. But they don't need to be.

"No, no one's getting robbed. It's just..." I pointed to the scene, they then walked over to the window and saw Morty trying to help Rick into the house. Rick was basically being dragged, Morty barely is making progress.

"Oh my god, what fuckin' losers." Summer said, rubbing her left eye, staring at the two outside, judging them before Mom spoke up.

"Let's just... go to bed. It's Monday, so..." She yawned, putting her hands to her face as she walked out of the room.

"I'm not helping him, I'm way more tired than you people, so..."

"Ugh, I'll go help Morty with him" I said to Mom as Summer walked out.

"Ok, sweetie. Goodnight." I shook my head, turning it my alarm clock, reading the time before letting out a slightly aggravated sigh.

"4:53?" Whining a little bit, I walked out of my room and made my way over to the front door, where Morty was slowly dragging his blacked out Grandfather. I opened the door for him, he gave me the weakest smile I've ever seen him give.

"Hey." I said to him as he continued to drag Rick into the house. I closed the door behind him and helped Morty carry Rick to his room.

"So... how was... the adventure?" I asked him, he shook his head as he looked down, slowly blinking.

"It wasn't even an adventure. H-he-he was just... crazy man."

"Ah, how he usually is."

"Wub... dubba..." Rick was slurring some shit I didn't understand. I don't think Morty did either. We laid him down on his bed, didn't even bother putting a blanket on him. For some reason, he despises blankets.

"Are you ok?" I asked him. He rubbed the back of his neck, yawning and rubbing his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just wanna go to bed. What time is it?"

"Um... the answer might piss you off. Anyways, goodnight, M."

"'Night, J." He said to me, walking into his room and closing the door.

"Ugh..." I heard Rick in his room, I just rolled my eyes and walked into my room, hoping to go fast asleep.

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Everyone got up for breakfast, we all sat at the table as Mom handed our plates. I sat in between her and Summer, across from Rick. Morty looked extremely exhausted, from whatever him and Rick were doing last night. Morty had his elbow on the table, holding up his head with his hand, he looks like he was about to faceplant into his eggs and bacon. Dad broke the small moment of silence, as soon as he said one word Rick rolled his eyes slightly.

"I see there's a new episode of that singing show tonight. Who do you guys think is gonna be the best singer?" Dad ask, smirking the whole time as he took a bite out of his sausage. Smirking because he believes that his favorite singer is gonna win. He is basically the only one who watches that show. Before any of us could say a singer's name, or tell him we couldn't care less about the singing show, Morty's head falls into his plate of food.

"Knew that'd happen." I said silently.

"Oh my god, his head is in his food, I'm gonna puke."

"Morty, are you getting sick?" Mom asked him as he rose his head up from the food, a half eaten piece of bacon falls from his forehead. Summer let out a short disgusted sigh as it happened.

"I told you not to practice-kiss the living room pillow, the dog sleeps on it."

"Ew."

"I wasn't kissing a pillow, Mom," he said as he rubbed his eye and wiped his cheek with a napkin, "I just- I didn't get a lot of sleep last night. Maybe my dreams were too loud or something."

"Or maybe you were out all night again with Grandpa Rick." Summer said, triggering Dad.

"What?!" He glared daggers at Rick, who didn't seem too fazed by an of this, until Mom said something to him.

"W-what, so everyone's supposed to sleep every single night now? You realize that nighttime makes up half of all time?"

"Damn it!"

"Jerry!"

"Beth?!"

"Oh my God, my parents are so loud, I want to die." Summer said silently, but Rick heard her.

"Eh, there is no God, Summer. You gotta rip that band-aid off now. You'll thank me later." Rick said to her, munching on his eggs.

"Ok, with all due respect, Rick- what am I talking about? What respect is due? How is my son supposed to pass his classes if you keep dragging him off for a high-concept sci-fi rigamarole?"

"Listen, Jerry, I-I don't wanna overstep my bounds or anything. It's your house. It's your world. Y-you're a real Julius Caesar. But I'll tell you some- tell you how- how I feel about school, Jerry. It's a waste of time. Bunch of people running around, bumpin' into each other. G-guy up front says 2 plus 2, uh... people in the back say 4. Then the bell rings, and they give you a carton of milk and a piece of paper that says you can go take a dump or something. It's- I mean it's not a place for smart people, Jerry. And I-I-I know that's not a popular opinion, but it's my two cents on the issue." Rick said before wiping his mouth with a napkin and standing up from the table.

"This was a good breakfast, Beth. You really made the crap out of those eggs. I wish your mother was here to eat them." He said before walking out of the kitchen, leaving Mom in tears, smiling back at him.

"Oh, Dad..."

"What? For real?" Dad threw his arms up a little, obviously pissed at Rick. The table shook again after Morty's face fell into his food.

"Gross." Summer said as she got up from the table, I followed her out of the kitchen after cleaning up and putting the dirty dishes in the sink.