Don't Come Back For Me

Arguing.

       It hadn't taken long for things to get heated as you argued with Summer and Morty. You had asked a simple question, and suddenly they were both telling you everything that could go wrong.

       "Enough!" Your voice bounced off the walls as you spoke harshly. "I just wanted the damn coordinates. Summer," you pointed at her, "you told me you were fine with this an hour ago. Don't you dare tell me you changed your mind in that time. Morty," he shook when you said his name, "I know you know the fucking coordinates. Give them to me, then go play with your dumbass father. I know you'll be glad once you've gotten rid of both me and the boss. I need to go get him, so either tell me the coordinates now, or I'll find a way to remember them and then you'll be left without a goodbye, just like him."

        "(Y-Y/N), I-I don't wa-want you to go. I ju-just didn't li-like it when Ric-Rick was here, be-because he always igno-ignored me, pu-put all of us in-in danger." Morty was staring at the ground.

        "Goddammit kid, that's what he does! That's what makes him who he is! I need to bring him back, alright? It's my fault he's gone, it's my fault I'm going crazy wondering if he's still alive, which means it's my job to bring him back." You were seething, hot, angry tears threatening to spill over.

         "(Y/N)," Summer stated calmly, "you need to think about this. If you disappear, we don't know what will happen to any of us. We just watched you improve so much. Don't run off only to find that you didn't want to see if he was gone. If you don't return, we'll break as a family. Are you seriously willing to do that, just for grampa Rick?" You shook your head sternly, "I told him I'd die for him. I was ready to that morning. He's my boss. Gotta keep him, y'know?"

         Summer shook her head and laughed sadly, "Sometimes he sounds like more than your boss." You grinned, "That's how you know we'll be together forever. Travelling the dimensions, all buddy buddy and shit."

        "(Y/N), i-if I give you th-the coordinates, y-you have to le-leave now, be-because I-I have to tell m-mom." Morty looked up at you with a frown, tugging his sleeve. 

        "Five minutes, Morty, then I'll be right back."

       In that short time, you were in the bathroom, changing your clothes. For the occasion, you had chosen black, ripped skinny jeans, to add to your bad ass factor. Your black converse were a given, having become part of your normal outfit. Your t-shirt read 'They Call Me a Scientist Because Badass Motherfucker Isn't An Official Job Title' in big, blue letters across the tight white material. To piece it all together, you threw Rick's lab coat over yourself, despite the fact that it was still a bit too big. Staring in the mirror, you found that you had that glow about you again. Your cheeks were more full, your eyes more alive. You were ready to kick ass.

       With an affirming nod, you threw your stuff into your knapsack and made your way downstairs with a confident grin. You wandered into the garage to find Summer and Morty in the middle of a discussion, only to have them both turn to you.

       "Alright, (Y/N)," you set the knapsack down on the desk and spun to face Summer, "Morty will give you the coordinates. He's already agreed, and I told him we'd both kick his ass and get away with it if he doesn't. Tell him when you're ready." You smiled at Summer as you moved around and began placing the weapons in various pockets, hiding them from plain sight but making sure you could still access the.

       "Now this is what a queen does," you twirled a sparkle grenade around your finger before slipping it into your pocket. You had your phone in hand, shoving it into your back pocket as you pulled the portal gun out. You eyed him cautiously, ready to kill him if he decided to mess with you.

       Well, you certainly wouldn't kill him, but he must think that with the way you had your gun in a pocket, looking ready to pull a gun out.

       After a few seconds of watching him fidget, Morty handed you the device, reluctantly letting go once it was in your hand. 

       With a quick pull of the trigger, you gave a small salute, smiling kindly at the two without a special goodbye, and walked through the goo.