Old Friends, New Friends {RICK AND MORTY} ON HIATUS

Chapter One

"Morty, I-I don't think you should come with me this time. I have some very serious business- SPACE business, serious space business I need to take care of."
"Aw come on Rick! I mean, y-you've taken me on ridiculously dangerous, life-life threatening adventures before... I just don't see why this one is off limits..."
"Sorry Morty. Grandpa has to put his foot down here."
"Aw man! This is dumb. Yeah this is really dumb. O-of you. This is dumb of you, Rick."
"Well Morty, I think I can l-EUGHH-ive with that," Rick said as he quickly opened up a portal and jumped in, closing it before Morty could follow.

Morty scowled and scuffed his shoe against the cement garage floor.
"God what a dick," he huffed. Attempting to forget his previous interaction with Rick (which had slightly hurt his feelings), he left the garage and sauntered into the living room. His parents, Beth and Jerry, were arguing, and his sister, Summer, was ignoring them, texting relentlessly.
"Beth, it is Sunday evening. The fact that you're running off to work is just completely ridiculous. You're over-working yourself and because we're already this far, I might as well add, if you're cheating on me, you aren't covering it up well."
"Oh for the love of God, Jerry. I'm sorry that horses need surgery at times that are inconvenient for you."
"This wasn't about me! I'm not the selfish one here."
"Oh, I see, so I'M the selfish one for wanting to save a horse's life. Jesus Christ, Jerry."
"Yeah Dad, that's kind of a crappy thing to say," Summer chimed in.
"I never said that!" Jerry yelped. "I would never say that..!"
"So what ARE you saying exactly?" Beth crossed her arms, glaring at Jerry expectantly. He squeaked a few times, as if trying to say anything. Beth rolled her eyes and walked away, grabbing a jacket.
"Don't wait up for me," she stated. "I have to go save a life." The door slammed behind her.
"Wow," Summer said, before turning her attention back to her phone. Jerry sighed, sitting down into a chair and focusing on the TV.
"Morty, you don't think I'm a bad person, do you? It seems like everyone thinks I'm a bad person. Especially your mother. Why does she think I'm so pathetic?" Jerry asked. Morty wasn't sure if he was actually asking him or thinking out loud.
"Uhh," he groaned nervously. "I don't think you're a bad person, Dad."
"Thanks, Morty," Jerry smiled sheepishly.
"No, uh, no problem," he replied. They sat in silence for a moment.
"Come give your Dad a hug, you guys."
"Oh God, Dad," Summer rolled her eyes.
"What? No! Jeez Dad... Way to weird things up." Morty walked quickly out of the room. Jerry sighed.

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A green portal appeared in dimension K-515. From this portal emerged Rick, grinning slyly. He stepped into a dark room and approached a dark figure.
"Hey," he said huskily.
"Rick," they nodded. The figure stepped into a patch of light, casting from a window, only to reveal a woman. A human woman, from dimension C-137. She had fair skin and curly blond hair, and was of slightly below average height. She, too, had a sly smile upon her face. "How lovely of you to show up."
Rick chuckled deeply and stepped closer to her, snaking his arms around her waist. Suddenly their lips clashed together. They groped each other passionately while frantically stumbling into a bedroom.

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"Hey Summer..?" Morty said quietly, lightly knocking on his sister's bedroom door. The door opened and there she stood, her hands placed firmly on either side of the door frame, blocking the entrance.
"What?"
"Look, something really weird is going on with Rick. Really weird. I mean, like, he won't let me come on any of his adventures."
"Well, maybe he realized how dangerous they were. Or maybe he realized how unfair it was that you got to be his sidekick, and he's planning a big adventure for me and him. Grandpa and Summer, hmm?"
"No really Summer, I mean it! I'm afraid that he's in trouble or something..," Morty trailed off. Summer's arms fell to her sides.
"Morty, Grandpa Rick is fine. I mean, if he can survive alcoholism at his age, what can stop him? And to be perfectly honest, I've been reading some really good self-help books and I've come to realize that worrying about someone who doesn't care about you is one of the most tiring and stressful things a person can do. You can borrow the books sometime, just please don't masturbate to the diagrams of the female body again," she shuddered.

That night Morty lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. His mind continuously spewed horrific images of bad things happening to Rick. Then, he heard the telltale sound. He threw himself out of bed (and smacked his shin on the bedframe, which hurt a lot) and hurried to the garage, limping slightly. He ran inside, only to find no one there.
"Aw jeez, Rick," Morty whispered. His family was sleeping now, and waking them probably wouldn't end well (it never did).

He tiptoed through the house, looking for Rick. Finally, he peered into the crawlspace and found him, squatting, and hunched over a box.
"Rick!" Morty whisper-yelled (the action of yelling, but at the volume of a whisper).
"Fuck!" Rick spat, smacking his head off of the low crawlspace ceiling. "Jesus, Morty! I'm down here in the crawlspace, which is fucking tiny, and then you come down here, a-a-and scare the shit out of me. I'm fucking tall, Morty. This isn't an easy place for me to get in and out of, and you sneaking up on me, that doesn't make things better, Morty. It doesn't improve things," he ranted, crawling out of the small space. He then laid down on his stomach, scooched into the space, and dragged the box out.
"Well I'm sorry, Rick, for being a concerned... person. For being a concerned person, who-who's concerned for you."
"What the hell is there to be concerned about? Other than my inevitable head trauma, you little shit," Rick scowled, standing up.
"You keep going to different dimensions without me and-" he stopped, peering down at the crawlspace. "Wait we have a crawlspace?"
"Of-wait. Yes, we have a crawlspace. You didn't know that?"
"Uh, well, no."
"Wow. You've lived here longer than me, Morty."
"I know."
"You learn something new every day," Rick stated, nodding approvingly towards Morty, confusing him. That was a perfect opportunity for Rick to be an asshole, and yet he didn't take it. Morty felt sort of proud.
"Anyway," Rick started again. "There's n-EUGHHH-othing to be worried about, Morty. It's just some boring, crappy, sciencey, boring, stuff I need to take care of. So don't even worry. Go back to bed."
"O-okay," Morty said, turning on his heel. But an image of a box flashed through his mind. "Rick?" he turned again. Rick was bent over the box, but straightened up quickly.
"Jesus, Morty can't you take direction? Go to bed," he growled.
"Not until you tell me what's-what's in that box."
"What? Why? This is just uh- just a box with stuff in it."
"Yeah but what is it?" he asked again. He began to worry that Rick was selling weaponry again, or even something like space drugs (which were usually much more intense than regular drugs).
"This is... My uh, porn box."
"What?? Ewww," Morty cried.
"Yep. Grandpa Rick's good o-EUGHH-old nudey box. So I'm just takin' this out of the crawlspace. Gonna-gonna h-EUGHHH-ave some fun with this tonight. Yep. Don't walk in on me tonight, right Morty? Gross stuff." He walked Morty up the stairs and onto the main level. "Go to bed, Morty."
"O-okay. Goodnight, Rick."
"Yeah, whatever," he mumbled.

Morty sauntered to his room and lay in bed once again. He listened closely and heard Rick make his way into the garage, and then the sound of a portal being opened. Unable to fall asleep, he made his way to the garage and saw the box from the basement, lying in the middle of the floor. Still skeptical, he walked to the box and looked in, to find photo albums, baby books, and other childhood memoribilia from Summer and him. But he noticed that a lot was missing, and that Rick must've taken it. And all that was left to wonder, was why.