Befriended | a rick Sanchez x oc fanfic

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Samantha awoke breathing heavily in a pool of her own sweat, Her head was pounding and her entire body felt like it was on fire, pain shot through her spine as she slowly sat up, the room was spinning and she immediately rushed to her feet, relieving the pain from her back, yet dizziness rushed through her, she quickly made her way to the bathroom and started puking her guts up.

Hanging her head in the toilet, feeling the full effects of the alcohol she chugged last night she began recalling the events from the previous day. She remembered how rick came banging on her door, how they flew into space and snuck onto an alien planet, how she actually broke into a secret lab, how she saw herself floating in a tank.. she threw up again.

She still had no idea what was going on, trying to remember what happened post-alcohol was nearly impossible but she knew she needed to talk to Rick yet her physical state prohibited her from getting up, Laying on her bathroom floor she groaned, knowing that it would be awhile till she got the answers she so desperately needed.

Eventually she dragged herself back to bed, grabbing her glasses and putting them on, she reached for her phone and noticed two water bottles placed on her nightstand behind a ziplock bag with a sticky note.

She picked up the bag inspecting the note closely, she assumed it was ricks handwriting, scratchy letters spelling out 'for the tailbone' with a small smiley face drawn below. She flipped the bag over to find two joints and a cigarette in the bag. she caught herself blushing, thinking about the thoughtfulness he had packed into this small gesture.

She quickly grabbed and chugged one of the waters feeling the instant refreshment from the hydration. She then lit one of the joints and grabbed her phone scrolling social media, falling back asleep once the joint burned down.

She woke up at 7 pm that night, She rubbed her eyes and sat up. Zoning out, her hangover had faded and though her body was still extremely bruised, she could walk, she could get answers. Yet she stayed there staring at her wall.

After awhile she talked herself into getting up, pulling on a decent pair of pajamas and walking to her door but she hesitated. Was she really sure she wanted to know? What if it was truly worse than she could ever imagine. What if she'd never be able to return to work or life regularly.. wait work! No matter how bad she needed answers, she needed her bills payed more and work was piling up. She walked back to her bed and opened her laptop, clicking on her work file.

She woke up at 9pm the next night after not getting to bed till 10am, completing all of her work. She was drowsy but she needed answers, for real this time.

She took a shower and pulled on a pair of low rise dark blue jeans, as her favorite pair now had a large bullet hole in the leg. She pulled a black tee over her head and pushed her feet into her shoes.

Stopping to look in the mirror, she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and kept staring, flashbacks flooding her as she traced her features with her eyes.

She began her walk out, the night was warm and cicadas were starting to buzz as the summer months came upon them. Ricks garage was open and he sat at his workbench tinkering on a small machine, she silently approached him, standing behind him just watching, unable to find the courage to say anything.

"Are you gonna say something or did you come over to watch me?" Rick asked not taking his attention away from his project, making Samantha flush from embarrassment.

"Sorry" she mumbled.
"So you did come over to watch me?" He asked finally turning around to meet her gaze.
"What? No? Rick-" Samantha stammered out trying to find the words to talk to him.
"Jeez, it's alright, I know why you're here." Rick said standing up and opening a portal, motioning Samantha to follow him through.