Life Across Dimensions

He Loves Me... He Loves Me Not!

Once we got back from Morty's adventure I felt Rick's eyes on my all evening, making sure I wasn't going to break. He headed to the garage at 10:30~ish. I grabbed some fruit and head upstairs. I had given in. If he wasn't going to use his bed I was.

I laid down and closed my eyes but every time I did that damn jellybean flashed in my face. About an hour into this loop Rick opened the door.

"Shit, ____! You scared me." He walked over to the bed and sat down. "Guess we had the same thought process, uh?"

I opened an eye and could see the gears turning in his head.

"I'm heading to the couch." He had decided not to say what he was thinking about.

"Just lay down, old man." I pulled him down face first on the bed. He chuckled.

"Just can't stand to sleep without me."

"Will you shut up? I'm asleep." I hit him with a pillow. He laughed.

"Sure you are." I could basically hear his eye roll.

I tried to sleep but for some reason his presents only increased my insomnia. At least that jellybean wasn't in my thoughts anymore, instead it was Rick.

Thoughts of us being a real couple. Having a normal~ish life, well as close as I could get with Rick. I would wake up to morning kisses, tickling, fights, and makeup sex. I shivered at the thought. I shouldn't be thinking about this with him so close. I pulled away from him.

"____? Are you okay?" he asked groggily. I didn't answer. I felt him shift so he could look at me. He brushed some hair out of my face. If I wasn't blushing before I was now.

"Get some sleep, Rick." I rolled over to my other shoulder. I felt him press against my back and wrapped an arm around my waist. I could feel his breath. It was so warm and calming but I couldn't stand it.

I slid out of bed and walked to the garage to get my mind off of it. Why was I having these thoughts, granted I thought about this with My Rick but he had never given me a reason, unlike this mother-fucker.

A ding from my phone pulled me back to my sense. I walked over to where it was charging. The app was no longer loading. A prerecorded video of Rick appeared. My Rick!

"If you're seeing this, I want to start by saying fuck you, ____. Fuck you for making me use this and probably making me worry. Secondly, I'll be to you're current location as soon as I see you've activated this and it's done locating." I smiled.

I headed inside and found the sleeping pill that My Rick had given. I didn't really use them because didn't get rid of the nightmares but I need something. I turned on the TV until I couldn't hold my eyes open anymore.

I woke up to the sound of Summer and Morty arguing upstairs. I head to the kitchen and started making coffee. I heard a door slam and footsteps coming downstairs. I looked up and it was Rick surprisingly. He stood in the doorway out of breath. He just stared at me.

"Coffee?" I asked, swishing the pot in front of him breaking the silences.

"Oh, y-ye-eah," he stuttered. I handed him the cup I had already poured. "Uh. How'd you sleep?"

I eyed him.

"Didn't," I said bluntly. I poured another glass of coffee. I sat the pot down.

"Oh," he shifted uncomfortably. "You could've woke me. I would've given you something."

"I'll keep that in mind. Thanks." I went to push past him.

However, in one movement, he tossed our coffees aside and pinned me to the counter, without touching wrist. One of his hands where on my waist and the other one was pinned to the cabinet by my head.

"Just don't do that again."

"Do what, Rick?" I blinked at his reaction.

"Your gun was gone and I thought after last night that," he didn't finish his sentence.

I couldn't figure this Rick out to save my life. He was acting protective. The sound of the portal opening filled my ears.

"Did you hear that?" From the look on his face, he didn't hear anything. His blue eyes were piercing. Yet they made me feel safe. "Rick?"

He leaned forward. His lips where soft and warm on mine. I closed my eyes. I didn't know what to think or do but I didn't have too. There was a ripping sound and my lips where cold, again. I opened and saw two Ricks fighting in the kitchen. I yelped and jumped on the countertop. I could only stare as the the two kicked and slapped at each other like two girls on the play ground. The only thing that didn't remind me of that was some of grunting noises sound like burps.

"W-w-what the hell you think you're doing, pervert?" My Rick said before the other Rick pinned him to the ground whipping a gun out of his opponents lab coat. I could only tell them apart because the one who had been kissing me was in PJ.

"What you never had the guts to do apparently," Rick smirked, jamming the gun further into his own face. "Besides, I didn't hear her complaining."

"Gross!" My Rick yelled.

The other Rick smirked evilly but my Rick kicked at his doppelgängers legs and grabbing at the gun, making it so he had the high ground. I bite my cheek. At least I knew where they stood on the topic now. I went to say something but leave it to Morty and in this case both of them.

"What th-th-the hell Rick?" Said the one that came from upstairs. He watched as one of his Grandpas held a gun to the other one head.

"Oh, no not again." My Morty rolled his eyes as he entered the kitchen. "Oh, ____ good to see you're alive!"

"Get your ass over here." He ran over and punched me in the arm. I put him in a headlock which was easy from the counter-top. Then I remember the fools fighting.

"Rick let him go, please. He was just being a dick." Both of their faces flashed with anger.

"Whatever." He rolled his eyes and released the other Rick. "We need to be heading back anyways."

He pulled out his portal gun and started to fiddle with the dial.

"What makes you think she wants to go back? I mean you d-d-did abandon her." Rick protested for me.

"Look if you w-w-want your own _____ find another one she's mine." My Rick grabbed my wrist and pulled me off the counter. I flinched and my eyes started watering. He noticed immediately. "What the hell did you do her?"

This time I spoke up for myself.

"He didn't do anything you're just being overprotective like always." I tried to pull out of his grasp. Tears fell and the other Rick stepped in. He grabbed the hand that was attached to my bruised wrist. My Rick let go out of reflex. I pulled my own hand back and rubbed it.

"What do you say, sweetheart? Are you staying or going?"

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