ѕ02/ᴇ02 - ᴍᴏʀᴛʏɴɪɢʜᴛ ʀᴜɴ

Crashing into the wall, Morty landed right on top of his 'location,' you looked around and sighed in disappointment when noticing the detached arm a few feet away from the space cruiser, "Jesus Christ, Morty! You landed on Krombopulos Michael and what's even worse is that we're at a Galactic Federation outpost!"

"Wai- a-are you wanted by the Galactic Federation too?!"

You stopped and stared at him when he exited the vehicle and observed a dead Krombopulos Michael under the ship, you couldn't believe what was happening and you didn't understand why Morty even wanted to be here, "Oh no, I just sell illegal substances and savagely murder people and/or aliens but me and the federation are like this!" He watched with a slightly dropped jaw when you held your hand in front of you, your pointer and middle finger crossed around each other as you smiled carelessly in a mocking fashion.

"Ohh geez, wh-what do I- what should I- oh gee-"

"Could you relax? I don't need someone who killed an assassin to be experiencing an anxiety attack right now, lets just go back to Blips and Chitz, alright? Your grandpa won't even realise that we left." Just as you finished speaking, another portal opened besides the passenger door of the car and hence you hopped over the seats to exit through the driver seat and you followed Morty as he watched Rick emerge with a small frown on his face, "What the hell, M-Morty! Do you even realise where we are?!"

"Oh Rick, Uh," He took a short, nervous glance at you, "A Galactic Government outpost, I know! But I didn't mea-"

Rick saw you and he grew curious once again when you seemed so familiar with a kid you had never met, or he thought you had never met, "Yeah... Listen, how about we jus-just go back to-uruup-uh, to Blips and Chitz, we can act like this never happened!"

"He saved my life." You turned to see a floating blue cloud like being, it sparkled with different kinds of gems that glowed blue, red and green and it spoke with a monotonous and dull voice when it made itself known. It had been floating in a spot as there were multiple yellow wires connected to it which lead you to believe that it was either being experimented on or they were keeping it captive.

"What, wh- are you Krombopulos Michael's target? W-w-w-what's your name?" Morty spoke without hesitance and stuttered just as Rick did, you couldn't exactly say anything when it could also occur to you but that was most likely because of all the toxins that your body had been through. Or all the toxins that had been through your body. It replied again, it's shining rocks glowing randomly with every word it spoke, "My kind has no use for names.. I communicate through what you call Jessica's feet-"

"Foot fetish Morty." You mumbled and Rick heard, almost cracking a smirk.

"No, telepathy."

"Nice save."

Rick stepped up as Morty had approached the fart-looking creature and he spoke boisterously but with an annoyed nature while also gesturing to the way you had cross your arms, showing that you were bothered by what was going on, "Re-really, Morty? You ki-kill my best customer but you saved a mind-reading fart?"

"I like this name; Fart. Morty, would you please help my by pulling the level to your left? I am in great pain."

"Morty, don't do it." Rick warned Morty but he walked over to the lever anyway and you saw his hand reaching for it to pull it down, "Morty, come on, think about why that fart is wired up ther- no? Okay." You watched as the wires disappeared and then sirens sounded throughout the building, red lights flashed around the walls of the room and Morty realised what he had done.

"Wha-what the hell Morty! You know that Fart is gaseous, it won't go through a portal." Rick nodded, pointing his hands at you to emphasise what you had said and the teenage boy only hopped into the car as he sat back in the drivers seat while Rick watched. Instead of closing the door, Morty waited for you to enter as you climbed over him, "O-Oh my-Oh-"

Sitting in the seat, Morty spoke and Rick stood outside, "We-well I guess we're just gonna get in the car, ri-right uh-"

"Fart."

"No- ju-just uh, nevermind! Get in."

Morty closed the door as the Fart and yourself sat inside, you lifted you feet up on the dashboard and the Fart only floated inside, "Morty, come on, I don't wanna deal with this. I wanna just go back to Blips and Chitz." Morty noticed the way Ricks eyes would move on over to you before looking back at him, "Look you've been clear on the fact that you don't wanna deal with this, so just go away."

Rick shrugged his shoulders as he growled to himself, bothered by Mortys behaviour and actions when he formed a portal, took one last glance over to you when he caught you glaring at the Fart before he disappeared with mixed emotions.

Morty struggled to start the car and you folded your arms over when two gromflomites finally arrived with their weapons as they warned Morty to leave the vehicle, they threatened to shoot and sweat rolled down Morty's forehead as he practically squealed in fear and nervousness, "Ah-uh, hurry- please star-!"

He'd take tentative glances at you for help and as much as you tried to ignore them as punishment for letting the Fart go, you just grabbed the portal gun in your side and opened a portal on the ceiling away from the space cruiser. A waterfall fell from the portal and it took everything from the ground, including the two gromflomites away as more arrived when they all swirled around the space ship while the portal closed just as you could open another in the ground as everything got flushed into another dimension.

A second after the portal closed, Rick opened his own and entered again with narrowed eyes directed at you when he got a glance at your portal when it was closing in the ground, "Stupid, carpet store saving, mother fu- move!" He moved to the driver side of the ship and opened the door, sitting as he shoved Morty to the passenger seat while he was squished in between Rick and yourself while Fart continued to float around Morty and yourself.

"Fucking Fart, move Morty, I'm going to the back." He let you hop over him and you jumped to the back as the ship move, "Did you mess with my seat settings?!"

The seat in front of you moved back and then forward a bit and you noticed more of the gromflomites with the federation coming in higher alert because of the situation, "I wanna know where the hell you got my freaking port-portal gun!" He didn't look at you as you stared at him and Morty was smiling a little when he allowed Rick to drive, glancing at you when you couldn't help a positive twitch of your lips.

Leaving the Federation outpost, you found yourself in Gearworld where Rick had parked at the repair shop that Gearhead owned. Once he had the space cruiser lifted so he could take a look, you sat on the ground in front of the tv that hung from the ceiling to pass the boredom, "[Name] you're back ear-"

"Say another world and I'll put your gearsticles in your mouth, Gearhead." You put emphasis on the name that he hated and he narrowed his eyes at you when taking the wrench from the ship as he turned his body to you, Rick and Morty listening in silence when Rick learned that you were a lot different than he thought. He was really suspicious of you but you hadn't really done anything to make him try anything violent as of yet.

"Alright, geez. I didn't mean to make you angry, I just didn't know if you needed more st-"

"Gearhead."

"Y-You know Gearhead?" Rick walked closer to you, "Uh," You gave him a wondering look, unsure if you should be sharing this information, "Yeah, I mean- I get some stuff to make u-uh, the stuff from here."

"[Name].. That name sounds sort of familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?" He questioned you and even Morty was watching him with an odd look, you only chuckled and mumbled, "If only you knew.."

"Yeah, if, that's why I bloody asked-"

"Hey Rick, I don't mean to interrupt-"

"Which you literally just did." He ignored your raised brow and Rick snorted in agreement but Gearhead continued, "You know, you really need to take care of your gears, I mean do you even know what took place in the Gear Wars-"

"I Know, I think [Name] does too," You gave Rick two finger guns as he was most certainly correct, "But it isn't my problem if my grandson drives like a male Brava Dean, yeah I said it. Some stereotypes are based in facts."

"It's actually because of years of neglect, you really need to respect your gears, Rick."

"Could you maybe, just fix it? Jeez, do you want to get paid or what?" You turned away from Gearhead to see the television again and Rick looked at you, walked to Morty and Fart and then spoke, "Look, the gromflomites shouldn't be able to track us here but it looks like we'll be here for a while- o-or you know, if you still have that gun that Michael had we could j-ju-just finish the job and go home."

This perked your interest and you crawled over to Fart as he floated around you whilst listening to Rick speak, "I can here you."

You flinched and laughed aloud, "Ah~ That scared me, so why not Morty?"

Morty looked in between Rick and yourself in disbelief and he sighed, "We're taking F-Fart back home, okay." You nodded, "S-super responsible of y-you, Morty well done."

He smiled and you burped as you spoke again, "-uuurpppp- Just kidding, jeez I was literally against this the entire time - are you that gullible?" He frowned and you spoke again, "I bet this thing was in for something serious anyway, I mean we're already on the tv." Both of them saw the television which was showing an image of the three of you, "They could've at least gotten more pictures instead of using that, I mean, I lo-look horrible."

"Jeez, you look f-fine, what the hell do they wa-" Police sirens rang outside and Rick looked through the window to see the building surrounded, "Nobody should've known we were here unless someone-" Rick turned around to see Gearhead holding a gun pointed at him. You stood up and growled out Gearheads name. He understood your tone and he knew you were angry but he didn't stop because he'd already ratted you all out to the Gear police.

"You know, you always told me Rick, always look out for number one."

"I meant me! I'm number one, you jackass! You double-crossed me, I thought we were friends!" Gearhead almost spoke when you stormed behind Rick to grab a handle of twigs out a small box and you threw it at Gearheads face. His muffled screams were loud as he tried to get the twigs from his wheel teeth and then you punched him right in the gut, the contact caused a sharp pain in your knuckle but you didn't stop as you grabbed the wheels from his teeth and ripped them out, snatching his gearsticles and then shoving them in his mouth.

"Let's go!"

The four of you sat in the space cruiser, you had escaped Gearhead and the police but now they had been chasing you through the city and they had you surrounded, "Th-that was awesome!" Rick couldn't help yell when he looked back at you momentarily as you chuckled at his excited behaviour, adoring the grin on his face when he spoke.

"Where are we going then, Fart?"

"I'm from an environment that your people call, 'the Promethean Nebula.'"

Rick rolled his eyes and you sat forward on your seat to place your head in between Morty and Rick, "Nice going Morty, it's only a tiny hop eight hundred lightyears away." He looked away as Fart spoke, "Morty, crack the window."

Morty did as he was told when the police ordered Rick to surrender and then he flew out to enter a policemans car and then after a few moments, the car was flying down towards another car. As if it happened like dominoes, the car hit another car and then it hit a massive space ship that carried more Gearpolice and they all exploded, killing civilians and police as you stared, your mouth agape while Rick spoke, "Well Morty, how does it feel to know you saved a life that lead to all these innocent pe-"

"Rick." He stopped and Morty frowned and so did you because he didn't need to feel the guilt that you knew was already plaguing him, he tried to smile at you to show it was okay but you knew it wasn't and you didn't want him to feel that way. Like it was okay to have Rick crush his feelings and his confidence to do what he wanted. Like saving someone who had endangered the entire Gear city's population.

"Well then.." Fart came back into the car and Morty looked mortified when Rick spoke, "Talk about silent but deadly!"

Morty stared at him, "I-I've seen some nerve gas but th-that gas go-got nerve!" You deadpanned at him and leaned forward, "Are you done?"

"Oh you know, [Name], gone with the wind am I right? You know, and if you don't li-like that one then you could be li-like Casablanca! Alright, I'm done."

Rick held the steering wheel as he drove and you got bored of the silence, "So uh, what are y-you in for?"

"Someones been to the Galactic Federation prison.." Rick mumbled aloud and you grumbled obscenities under your breath as you couldn't deny it, "Wait, yo-you're serious? How;d yo-you know that, Rick?"

"I didn't."

"Whatever, just answer, Fart." The fart answered you in a solemn voice as he added seventy-one protons to oxygen and shat out a chunk of pure gold.

"Woah, we've got a gold-shitting machine chilling in the backseat of this 'car made of trash,' quote unquote from the gromflomites. Awesome pawesome." You snatched the gold and stuffed it in your jacket and Rick spoke hastily, "Wh-what the fuck, no wonder the entire government was on our ass! Let's just leave so we can go back to Blips and Chitz."

"Are you serious? Morty's literally been responsible for like a hundred of innocent peoples deaths and you wanna go back there!?" Rick looked at you annoyed when he left the Gearworld's atmosphere to fly through space, "Oh what, so I can't talk about Morty's kil-killing spree but you can, what gave you the free pass?"

"Shut up.."

The silence came again and you couldn't help but try and count every single dead star that you past, everything was so vast and wondrous and it was amazing that this was space, endless space and time with infinite dimensions and in some of those, Rick was yours and you were Ricks.

"Maybe I should tell Rick so that we could be happy aga-"

"What the fuck! Get out of my head, you asshole! That's harassment! Stop!"

The space cruiser started shaking when your yells scared Rick, Morty screamed out of fear and your face bursted into heat when you didn't waste a moment to shoot a portal right on the window of the ship and dive in, escaping from the telepathic gaseous being who would speak your thoughts without a moments hesitation in front of the one man who should've heard it the most but couldn't.

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