The Life She'd Been Given

Chapter 2

Rebecca had probably the best sleep she had had in years. Just knowing that she was safe in the Smith house was enough to refuel her completely. She woke up opening her eyes to see sunlight shining through the window. Before sitting up she laid there, looking at all the scientific formulas and data Rick had hung inconsiderately on his wall, corners hanging and pages torn, all attached somehow with red string. She didn't pay the time to read it all or analyse it like she normally would have because she could smell Beth's wonderful cooking. When she sat up in bed she was almost full of regret because her body was incredibly sore from all the running and her head immediately ached. Maybe she should use the healing serum Rick gave her.

She got up, grabbed Rick's flask and walked to the bathroom where she had left the serum realising that it was gone, so she just forgot about it and walked down the stairs. When she got down there, Beth was in the kitchen making breakfast and Jerry, Morty and Summer were in the living room watching multidimensional TV. Rebecca walked in the kitchen gave Beth another hug and said her good mornings and walked through the living room, saying good morning and asking where Rick was.

"Grandpa's in the garage." Summer pointed to the door, not taking her eyes off of the screen.

"Thanks," Rebecca replied, rolling her eyes.

She shuffled her way into the garage to see Rick had gotten rid of the metal table and was working on some device.

"Um, hi. I brought your flask dickface." she tossed it to him.

Rick caught it, which Rebecca was surprised that he had such fast reflexes being a grandpa and all, but that's what being a fugitive to the Galactic Federation does to a person.

"*burps* Thanks."

Rick paused a moment.

"Re-eeb-becca, get me that screwdriver on the top sh-eee-lf over there."

Rebecca grabbed the screwdriver out of the box on the top shelf and gave it to Rick sitting on the counter.

"Here. What are you working on?" She questioned.

"I'm just fixing my ionic dis-defibulizer." He burped.

"You're gonna use a screwdriver? You'll blow yourself up. I can see the pressure in that thing."

"Fa-fine you do it, motherfucker." He held in a burp, "Do-OOO-n't fuck it up." he pointed to the tools and materials.

Rebecca turned on some music, shut the garage door and pulled the defibulizer apart. If he turned the screw even a bit, he would've blown the garage to bits. with him in it. Rick watched over her.

Rebecca had continued to work on it, attaching, disconnecting, and reattaching wires as Rick scolded asking her what she was doing.

"Shut the fuck up, man. Don't kill my vibe."

Beth opened the door.

"It's time for breakfast you two." Beth hummed with happiness just to see the two working together.

"Just a second, Beth! I just need a few more minutes!" Rebecca turned around and smiled. She then returned to work, hunched over in her chair with the light directly shining on the defibulizer.

"Got it!" She said, and the gadget started humming. "In your face, old man." She said dropping her tools, shutting off the music and walking to the table.

"What the fuck ever, I-I- I could've done that." He followed.

"You probably could've, but you didn't," She said, pulling out her chair and sitting down. "It looks great Beth, thank you."