Don't Come Back For Me

The Dentist.

       As soon as you walked into the dentist's office and had Rick sit off to the side in the waiting room, he looked ready to forget the whole thing and abandon you here. "Do it for the glitter." You sat next to him, filling out the paperwork. It had taken nearly an entire hour to get here, the two of you sitting and listening to the radio in silence. It had been mildly uncomfortable, but that was fine. You never did think Rick was one for socializing.

       It took ten minutes for the receptionist to call you back to administer the medication, sending you back to the waiting room with Rick to allow it time to enter your system. It wasn't instantaneous, and you found yourself wondering when it would kick in. You'd had this done before, but it was still something almost foreign to you. 

       As you felt yourself relax a bit, your head started to feel funny. Assuming this to mean that it was kicking in, you just sat back and waited. They said you'd have about a half hour before they'd come out.

       "Does Morty not like me?" You turned to face Rick, your head spinning slightly. "No. He just eugh doesn't get it."

       There was something in his voice. You giggled momentarily and Rick eyed you closely. "Great, eugh you're never gonna stop laughing." You giggled again. About 15 minutes had gone by since you'd been given the medication, and now there was something about Rick's unibrow that really tickled your funny bone. 

       Leaning over slightly, you ran your index finger over it, laughing, "Fleek." Rick pulled away from you and squinted, the receptionist laughing from her desk. Again, you reached up and traced it, "Woop, woop, woop." You made a noise every time you got to a raise or a dip in the line. The receptionist was laughing loudly. 

        There was nobody else in the waiting room, just you two and the receptionist on the other side of the wall. Sighing, Rick pulled your hand away and stood up, walking to the toy bin for kids. He shuffled around and grabbed a stuffed bear, throwing it at you when he sat down. "Babysitting." He huffed, clenching his jaw and setting his chin on his fist. 

       "How do I have three bears?" You glanced down at the animal in your hand, watching as it shifted and multiplied. 

        AN: My brother once asked why there were four Dora's on the tv.

       You shook the bear in front of Rick, holding it by each paw, "Desmond the moon bear!" Rick grumbled and shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It's so not hot when you're cranky." You pouted, throwing the bear at Rick. He looked up, getting whapped in the face by the plush creature, and raised a brow at you. He chuckled after a moment, grabbing the animal and throwing it into the bin. The receptionist was just staring, wiping her eyes and laughing. 

       "See? Cranky, bitchy you is not fun. Not hot. But," you tossed your head back and laughed before pulling your left leg up, tugging a loose string on your shorts, "laughy dude is fun. Hot hot." You tossed  your head back and laughed again, almost falling over the arm of the waiting chair. Rick reached over and grabbed your sleeve, pulling you back before you could fall. "Yooou," you poked him in the arm, "saved my life just now. I almost died." Your eyed widened as you stared at the floor, pulling your other leg up and against you. You cackled loudly, falling into a fit of giggles. This reminded you of the first time you got drunk, though the alcohol and the drug wouldn't seem to correlate as well. 

       "(Y/N), why don't you follow the doctor now? He's gonna take care of you now." The receptionist walked around the wall, giggling at you, and helped you stand up, guiding you to the dentist as you followed him down a hall. Walking out, you shouted, "Not cranky."  Rick seemed almost relieved that you were going elsewhere for a moment.

      The dentist laughed, leading you to a table, "Is that your grandfather?" He draped the tissue over you and hooked it around your neck. "No, he's my hottie boss." The dentist looked at you funny before laughing. You giggled, "Hot boss."

       "Alright, well, that's nice." The dentist laughed, pulling a face mask on. "Alright, (Y/N), we're gonna go in and put those crowns on, then you'll be back out in no time." 

         "I get a crown 'cause I'm a queen, beyotch." You giggled through most of the procedure.

        

-x- 

 

       "Alright, you're all set!" After what felt like hours, and really was when you looked at the clock, the dentist's assistant rinsed your mouth out and helped you back out to Rick, giving him instructions and handing something to him. He looked really weirded out, nodding his head until the lady stopped talking. You walked over to him, laughing. "Alright, well you're free to go. Have fun, (Y/N), thanks for coming in." Giggling, you waved, following Rick out the doors.

        "Please eugh tell me you have the key." Rick turned to face you, standing near the passenger door with you. "It's in a pocket." You giggled, "Somewhere."

       Rick groaned in frustration, "Which one?" 

       "Cranky butt." Again, you laughed, "I don't know." You dug clumsily in your lab coat pockets for a moment, knocking things down. Rick grabbed each object from the floor, "None of eugh of these things is a key." You shrugged, looking inside a lab coat pocket and being fascinated by the empty space. Rolling his eyes, Rick search the pockets in your shorts, pulling the key out. "Jesus. Alright, get in the truck." He waited for you to climb into the vehicle, watching as you almost slipped. He managed to balance you again and you climbed up, sitting down.

       As Rick drove, trying to keep his focus on the cars around him, you laid back in the seat, pulling a lever and pressing the chair down. You reached your arms up and started poking at the roof of the car, laughing every time you tapped. When Rick would turn, you'd make a 'woo' noise, and you'd click your tongue with the blinker. At the next stop sign, Rick ran a hand down his face, "Oh my eugh God, kid." He clenched his jaw. You put your window down and set your hand outside, creating waves in the air and watching people walking. 

        At one point, you drove past two people walking that looked oddly familiar. "Rick, those people looked just like you and Morty! That's cool! You have twins!" You pointed out the window and Rick's eyes widened, staring into the rearview mirror momentarily. "Shit."

       "Why are they holding hands?" You looked back into the mirror, seeing the two looking around, their hands wrapped around one another's. "Remember eugh the-the whole other dimension speak? Yea." He pulled a hand from the wheel, pointing in the mirror, "They're from dimension C-132. Weird eugh place."

        You watched until Rick turned a corner, heading down his street. "Hey, I gotta go to my home. No sleepovers. I have a curfew." You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to look serious but probably looking confused, constipated, even. You broke into a fit of momentary laughter, stopping when Rick pulled into his driveway. 

        "Listen, eugh kid, I was told not to-to leave you alone until eugh that's gone, alright? So, I don't eugh don't care what you do, but go inside and talk with Summer or something. You eugh You can go home tomorrow."