Don't Come Back For Me

Possessive.

       With a start, you sat up, peering through the darkness. You moved one hand out from beneath you and grabbed your phone, blinding yourself as you checked the time. It was only 4AM. You placed your phone back on the nightstand and laid back down, trying to fall back asleep as you prayed you could continue that dream.

       After silently willing yourself to just close your eyes and sleep, you rolled over and checked your phone once again. In the blink of an eye, your struggles had taken up an hour of your time. You knew, from recent experiences, that the entire family would be gone, save for Rick, in fifteen minutes. Summer and Morty's bus came earlier now, having gotten an extended route. Beth was on odd hours, and Jerry usually left around then to look for a job and return around 3. They were early risers, something that upset you when you'd wake up on the couch to their horribly obnoxious whispers. They usually left you and Rick to find breakfast for yourselves now. You visited rather frequently.

       You sat in the room for a few minutes more, listening to the cacophony of sounds from the lower level. Eventually, you'd heard the door open and shut several times before it fell silent again. You laid for a few minutes longer, just to see if maybe you could sleep now. When you found that  you couldn't, you pushed yourself up slowly. Rick stirred slightly as you moved to sit on the edge of his bed. "Where're you goin', (Y/N)?" He mumbled sleepily, one eye peering at you. His tired voice, lower and more rough, sent chills down your spine. It was something you hadn't heard before, something you wouldn't mind waking to every day.

        "Bathroom," you whispered. Rick nodded and rolled onto his side, quickly going back to sleep. You rose from the bed, careful not to disturb him any further, and crept out of the room, shutting the door behind you and making sure you knew where it was for when you returned. You wandered down to the bathroom and used the facilities, thankfully relieving yourself and washing your hands.

       When you you stepped out of the small room, a small sound emitted from the lower floors, almost like somebody had knocked something over. Slowly, you crept down the stairs, curiosity burning within you. It couldn't have been Rick, you'd hear the door open. 

       So who is it? Everybody else is gone, right? 

       Once you made it to the bottom of the stairs, you looked around, not finding anybody. You walked into the adjacent front room, peering around.

       "Hello, sugar." Your eyes widened as you peered into a corner of the room. Evil Rick was rifling through a few things, turning to look over his shoulder at you. Your breath hitched in your throat, your heart pounding in your chest. He stood, the familiar scar as evident as ever. "Good morning, (Y/N)." You spun around, finding Evil Morty behind you. 

       "What the fuck do you guys want?" You whispered harshly. This may be a dangerous situation, but you didn't want to involve Rick. You were trying to keep them from taking him, after all. "You should know," Evil Rick purred from behind you, his hands running along your arms. You whipped around, realizing how fucked you were.

       "Give us 137," Evil Morty growled, "and we'll leave you alone. Or you could come back and work for me. You weren't so useful the first time, but you have potential. You could be my new body guard." You snarled, whipping your head around to face him, "You'll never get him, brat, because you can't get him. You and your... companion are too stupid. You haven't won yet, and I'll make sure you never do."

       Morty clenched his jaw at you, "Well, maybe we should see about that. Go ahead, give me your best shot. Or would you prefer to fight him?" He motioned to Evil Rick, "I know you felt powerful when you'd finally taken him down. You were relieved, even." You turned back to find Rick sneering at you.