Time Travel Is A Hoax

They call Him "Jinx"(REVISION HAPPENING)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The photo I chose for this chapter shows Michael after he gets his own outfit (not the one Rick gives him at first) and rick (duh). Forgive me if my description in the story isn't exact.
END AUTHOR'S NOTE.

The family rushed to the door of the garage, noticing it already swung open--why was Rick in such a rush to get the man? This question became stronger at seeing a few things knocked over on the corner of his desk, it looking slightly messy, but that was normal. Rick showed up dragging a man behind him as he sat the man in a chair, quickly going to close the door but pausing as the family was there. "Never seen a man being kidn--eerrg--napped?" He had another burp, it being cut off by his words.

"You can't just go around kidnapping people Rick!" Jerry screamed at him.

"I don't give a SHIT about what I 'can' and 'cant' do, Jerry." Rick commented, the group seeing how quick he got angry. Rick turned when Jerry backed down, quickly undoing the straight jacket, it falling to the ground with a heavy thud.

"Are you should you should be doing that?" Morty asked. "Freeing him, I mean?"

Rick turned to look at Morty, him just nodding before sighing. "Why don't you all go back to watching tv, or commit a crime, I re--uuurb--I really don't give shit."

The group quickly left, Morty demanding to stay, which Rick agreed to knowing the little shit would regardless. Rick got up and, despite Morty's questions, locked the gerage doors.

"Why are you locking the doors?"

"Because Morty," Rick began. "I haven't seen him in a while Morty, so I have no idea what he'll do." Morty got unnerved by this, him now closer to the door. Rick decided to take a precaution and ties the man to the chair.

After a few hours, the man finally came to, him quickly trying to jump out of the seat, only for the desk chair to wobble. "What? Where am I!? Who are you people?!" He kept asking questions, each time Rick opened his mouth to answer one, two more would appear. Rick scowled at this and gave an annoyed sigh.

"Did you want me to answer you?" Rick finally said, the man going quiet. "First, you're gonna answer my quest--oourgh--ions." Rick told him, the man not seeing much of a choice so he complied. "Your name," Rick more demanded than asked.

"My name is 'piss of you damn pig'." Rick seemed to like this answer, laughing a bit. "Why are you laughing?"

"Cause, you haven't changed one bit." Rick stated. "Next, your home demension."

"Rick, are you sure he knows about--"
"Yea, he definitely knows." Rick answered, the question implying if he knew about demensions.

"Wait, Rick?" The man asked. "Rick Sanchez?" He sounded happy and shocked. The man quickly stood up, having wormed his hands out from the knots, then undid them, the rope falling off as he did so.

"Long time no see Michael," Rick stated, the man who only wore a tattered pair of pajama pants the clinic gave him smiling.

"What, no hug? C'mon, you know how to greet an old friend!" Michael joked.
"How ab--ouuhg--about you get dressed first." He commented, Michael quickly nodding. Rick pointed towards boxes full of clothes, some being his own, and some from random pieces he finds.

Morty had a lot of questions for both of them. "Who is he?" He asked Rick, the two talking and not looking at the man while he went behind a corner to change.

"An old companion that helped me on some research, Morty." Rick explained calmly, not giving him the full story.
"Is that why you went and saved him?" Rick nodded, Morty smiling.
After a few minutes, Michael stepped back out, looking like he was never on the run in the first place--the only clue being how scratched and bruised he was.

His chocolate brown, short hair was somewhat combed, his wavy/curly hair proving difficult like his thick glasses that were cleaned off just recently. His emerald eyes sparked as he smiled at the two of them, his gleaming white smile only showing exactly how dark his freckles were on his lightly tanned skin in comparison.
He had found an extra change of Rick's lab coat and so forth, almost wearing the exact same outfit as him, only missing the black shoes, him wearing silly blue and green socks--they didn't even match!

"Sorry it took me so long, there was a lot to sort through." His rather melodic, sweet voice said. Morty smiled, finding Michael to be a good person. "Who's this?" Michael asked, looking at morty.

"Morty, Dumbshit. " He said, stating each other, Michael glaring at Rick. "Michael, dumbass."

Morty gave a loud "hey" in response. "Nice to meet you michael." Morty said, Michael smiling and shaking the boy's hand.

"Ready to meet the rest of the idiots?" Rick asked. Michael nodded, Rick letting the two go first. Walking behind Michael, he noticed something on the back of his neck right where his skull connected to his neck, it looking like a flat circuit board of sorts or like a tracking chip. He frowned at this, knowing something happened since they last met.

The three went into the living room where everyone was still watching tv and playing on their gadgets. "Five hours, and you've done no--ooerggh-thing?" Rick asked, picking his drink up off the table and taking a swig again.

"Still drinking like no tomorrow," Michael commented, Jerry being the first one to turn to look at him.
"Careful with him," Rick said to michael, referring to jerry. "He's a special kind if stu--eeargh--stupid."

Jerry scowled while Michael snickered. "Oh no, not this again. Sorry rick, but you're going to have to tell him to leave."

"And why would I do that?" Rick asked bitterly, crossing his arms.

"Because it's my house," Jerry commented.

"Beth pays the bills you idiot," Rick replied, Beth nodding with her father's statement.

Jerry sighed in anger. Sure, he knew what Rick said was true but he couldn't let him win. "Who the hell is this guy anyways?"

"'This guy'" Michael said loudly, hating the fact of him be talked about like he wasn't even there, his harsh tone going back to its sweet normality. "--is Michael Ellenor Donnovan. Nice to meet you--" He waited for Jerry to say his name, Jerry just scowling. "Alright then." Michael commented.

"Come one Jerry, let him stay." Morty chimed in, not wanting for a new friend to go away so quick.

"Fine." He grumbled quietly, sighing.

"What was that Jerry?" Rick mocked. "Couldn't hear you over the so--oeergh--under of your backbone dissapearing." Michael hit his arm lightly, Rick laughing.

Jerry made a fist, bettering himself and not punching Rick's teeth in--despite Rick most likely, actually 100% being able to, kick his ass and kill him. "I'm going to go for a walk," Jerry gritted through his teeth, getting up and walking out of the house.

Beth rolled her eyes. Standing up and smiling at the guest. "Sorry about that, what did you say your name was again?"

Michael gave a tiny laugh, smiling still despite the hostile tone Jerry took before. "My name is Michael." He stated again, Beth and Summer suprised to see somebody that Rick brought home wasn't an alien, hostile, or dead.

"Well, Michael, sorry about my hushband's rude introduction." Beth said, Michael waving it off in a joyful manner.

"Frankly, I'm just glad I'm not being chased by intergalactic cops right now." Michael admitted, Rick not able to disagree with him. He did know how it felt to be constantly wanted by the cops, you make one universe explode and suddenly everyone wants you dead--or ya know, 36 universes, same thing right?