Don't Come Back For Me

We're Back, Baby!

       A few days have passed since you woke up. According to Rick, you had passed out after screaming, and you hadn't woken up for a month and a half. According to him, it was the most depressing Christmas the family had ever experienced.

       The two of you were back to inventing, as Rick wanted you to rest a bit more before you adventured again. At one point, you had gone home and cleaned your apartment, only to return to the Smith's an hour later. You were staying there until you were all better. The risk of Evil Rick and Morty finding you had completely vanished after that day. Rick had, as you thought, killed Morty after pulling the weapon from your/his lab coat. 

       Today, you were giving him his lab coat back after cleaning it and patching it up. You removed your objects from the pockets and walked into the garage, clutching the lab coat and one cube tightly. Rick looked up from his desk to see you and smiled, pushing his invention back as he did so. "I missed that," you laughed. "It was boring in here."

       Rick sat back in the chair with a sigh, "Yea, well, I saw you eugh kept the dust away, kid." You gave a mini salute, still clutching the cube, "Just doing my job, sir." You handed the lab coat to Rick and set the small box on top of his desk, waiting for him to look at it. When he finally did, you laughed at the blush that crept up his face. He laughed sheepishly, "You figure out how to open it?" 

       You nodded, "Made me cry," you mumbled. "Summer said 'next' when she was talking to me and that's how we figured it out."

       "Hey, you have your pictures, I have mine." Rick set the cube down with a grin. "We're delving into creepy territory here, cap'n." You laughed, pulling your phone out and showing him the pictures you had. "Granted mine weren't taken from a secret camera you didn't know about." You wagged a finger and tucked your phone away, scratching under your bandage. Sometimes the material pinched your stomach and made it itch.

       Rick laughed and went back to work, "Get me a screwdriver, would you?" You smiled and walked over to the shelf, grabbing several and setting them on his desk. "You weren't too awfully specific, you know." Rick smiled and shook his head, grabbing the screwdriver he needed. 

       As it was still late January, you could see snowflakes falling through a window in the garage door. You wandered over and looked outside, folding your arms around your middle as you sighed happily.

       "Something on your mind?" Rick called from his seat at the desk. You shook your head, turning to find him staring curiously at you. "Nope, just watching the snow." You smiled and walked back over to the desk. Rick looked back down at the object he was working on while you took the photo cube, running to the other side so you didn't interrupt him.

        While he worked, you activated it. It hadn't taken very long for you to figure out how to add photos, attaching the cube to your phone and adding your own pictures of Rick's smile, as well as the few on you smiling with him. Mostly it was of him sleeping, something that made you laugh. You set it down and activated the box, watching as it ran through a slide show instead of you having to say 'next' each time. 

       "Really?" Rick crouched down next to you, watching the pictures go by. "You took pictures of me sleeping?" He raised a curious brow.

       "For your information," you laughed, "Summer took most of these. She woke me up most of the time." Rick chuckled before watching the rest of the photos. When they finished, he shut the cube down and picked it up, smiling at you. 

       You saw the sparkle in his eyes come back and laughed, "There it is!" Rick shook his head and stood, helping you up from the ground. He held your hand a little longer than normal after you stood before he quickly walked back to his desk. He set the cube down and sat in his desk chair, spinning in a circle.