Gravity Fell - Crossover.

Time Jump

It was literally a bunch of trash welded together. The disk-shaped vehicle was attached to a semicircular acrylic chamber, inside of which there were two old and worn out car seats. The headlights were simply two flashlights poorly taped to the front of the flying machine. The turbines were made out of garbage cans and a single red and white striped sail decorated the trunk, despite the lack of wind in space. To complete the messy look of the machine, three stickers were glued on its side. They were written in a foreign alien language.

And still, the thing flew like a rocket.

While the glowing red lasers flew through the space, hissing loudly as they described a straight line towards the infinite darkness, Rick's trusty flying car moved like a weird shaped bullet. The vehicle sometimes would make loops to both sides to make the shooters' work even harder.

Inside of it, three desperate persons screamed while a Rick drank like his liver didn't existed.

"W-w-w-ho the hell are they, Rick?!", Morty stuttered as he looked to the scary-looking black ships in the distance "I thought the Galatic Federation was gone".

The fourteen-year-old boy's hair would be messy if it wasn't nearly buzz-shaved. His dark-brown eyes were wide open as they usually were in that type of situation. There were black grease stains all over his yellow shirt. The back of the ship was designed to hold spare parts and tools, not accommodate passengers.

"They're bounty hunters, Morty!", said Rick, after taking a long sip of vodka from his seemingly infinite flask "There are some small independent governments ruled by morons who still want to see me either dead or arrested. They don't have any armies, so they pay those assholes to hunt me down".

The old scientist had seen better days. His grizzly hair was even messier than usual, falling over his face and leaning down on both sides of his head. The bags under his eyes looked way bigger and there was some of his drink dripping from his chin to his laboratory coat.

"Wait, they want to kill us?!" Summer questioned as she held on to the back of the passenger seat to avoid being thrown in the air.

Morty couldn't find something to grab before it was too late. While his grandfather performed another impressive loop to the left, the boy was thrown to the ceiling and back down again, hitting his head into something metallic.

"Careful back there!", Rick shouted "I ins...", he belched "Installed a mini-bar behind my seat last night and I don't want to replace it!".

"I think we have noticed it", Summer replied sarcastically "Why would you want a mini-bar in here anyway?"

The teenager's clothes were stained in grease as well. Her red hair was just as messy as Rick's and the bags under her eyes were almost as big as his.

"To keep this baby as cool as possible!", the old man tapped the wheel of his spaceship twice and laughed "Am I right, Morty? ...Morty?".

There was no response from the boy.

"Nice! It took me twenty minutes to weld this thing to my ship and now your brother just made the favor to hit his head on the door a... and fall unconscious", Rick said, belching in the middle of the phrase "Speaking of unconscious, how is your mom doing?".

Summer leaned forward to check on Beth. The blond woman was asleep with her head tilted to the side and her makeup blurred under her eyes and around her lips. Luckily, her father had the decency to put the sit belt on her before they took off.

"Mom, dad...", she muttered "Don't fight because of...me".

"She's still raving", the teenager answered.

Rick sighed.

"We can take care of that later. We need to focus on getting away for now", he said.

A loud blast was heard from the back of the flying machine when one of the lasers hit the vehicle. The lights inside and outside of the ship went off for a brief second before coming back.

"Warning: Severe damage to the engine. Warning: Defense system now offline", a feminine voice came from a speaker next to the passenger's seat.

"Mothefuckers!", Rick cursed loudly as he kept zigzagging his vehicle to avoid any more shots "This thing doesn't stand a chance against those guys without the shields!".

"What are we going to do?!", Summer asked, frightened.

The time seemed to stop when the scientist looked at his daughter lying on the seat next to his. He could not travel through dimensions in space and there was no way to fight back. There was one way... No. It wasn't worth it.

"What do you think? We're going to keep fleeing", he said, cold as ice.

"Ahahahhahahah!", a young and joyful laugh exploded in the void "I'm coming for you, Sanchas".

Rick never got sober so quick in his entire life. His eyes went wide open and his unibrow curved up in a worried and scared expression.

"Grandpa Rick, what was that?", the girl asked.

"Hold on tight, Summer", the old man ordered.

"What...!", she didn't even had time to finish her question.

A yellow lightning-like beam appeared in front of the ship, rebounding up and down like invisible walls contained its trajectory. When the beam was exactly in front of the vehicle, an eight feet tall eye appeared in the middle of it. Over the eye, there was the black silhouette of a top hat.

"Howdy, old friend!", the same young voice that produced the laugh said.

Before crashing into the gigantic eyeball, Rick quickly turned to the right and dove for a couple hundred meters.

"Grandpa Rick...?", Summer asked.

"There should be some helmets back there. Big black ones with goggles attached to them", the man started "Five of them, actually. Put them in your mother and brother and give one to me".

Without hesitation, the teenager started scavenging through the impressive amount of junk on the back of the car, looking for something that would fit the description. After a while searching, she found them. They were heavy and metallic helmets with a pair of old, cracked and dusty goggles on the front part. Despite feeling her hands shaking with the anxiety, Summer managed to put the heavy devices on her mother, brother and herself before giving the last one to her grandfather.

"Uh, Rick? I can barely see", she said, worried.

"Good. That way you won't see how stupid I look on this fucking thing", the man said, pushing buttons on a keypad under his armrest.

"Are those helmets supposed to shoot lasers or teleport us out of here or whatever other sci-fi stuff?", she asked.

"Nope", Rick corrected "It's supposed to avoid our skulls from shattering while we time jump".

The teenager got silent for a second. She wanted to ask a million questions about time travel, starting by why didn't Rick never told them that he could do such a thing. However, she forced herself to keep quiet. He was more concentrated in that one task than he usually was to anything. Obviously, the situation was concerning.

"Please choose a specific date and a location", the artificial intelligence of the vehicle said.

"42.49 degrees north, 123.08 degrees west. June 22, 2014", Rick said out loud.

"Where are we going?!", Summer exclaimed, worried.

"We're finding the only guy who can kill this thing", the old man said.

The laughter was heard once again, even louder this time.