AN: I had the idea for this from the song by Imagine Dragons, Selene. It was so beautiful to hear and it made a perfect way to convey my feeling for the episode, "Meeseeks and Destroy". I wanted to make this for the moment after Morty is sexually assaulted by Mr. Jellybean because, one: I just binge watched season one and two for like the millionth time, and two: it hit me so hard to see Morty have to fend for himself against an attacker. This will be a two part story.

I don't own Rick and Morty. Dan Harmon and Justin Roiland do along with Adult Swim.

Hope you enjoy!

Warning for violence and mention of assault, you have been forewarned.

Part one:

Scared and Alone

"Please, I just want to go home. Okay."

Morty sat alone in his room after they returned from his fantasy adventure, which was a complete and udder failure. Rick let me win, I think… Morty thought hard, trying to push the thought of being attacked in a bathroom out of his mind.

Rick started to walk over to his room, but decided to check on Morty for a second. He wanted to make sure he was alright after the run in. He also wanted to tell him that Mr. Jellybean was dead, but now was not the best time to tell him.

Rick knocked softly three times, waiting for an answer from Morty. "Morty, y-you alright in th-there? " Rick asked, talking up against the door.

"Y-Yeah. If y-you want, you c-can come in." Morty replied.

Rick opens the door slowly, attempting to not startle Morty. He makes a mental note that Morty looks down at his bed continually, not looking up when he walks in the room. Rick sits down on Morty's bed next to him.

This is so awkward. I wish that I would have just said that nothing was fine, so Rick could fix this. But I wasn't thinking that way, apparently. Morty thought to himself.

"Morty, y-you do know t-that you can talk t-to me, right? Like i-if anything is bothering y-you." Rick said, not looking at Morty at that moment.

Fear washed over Morty. He wanted to talk to Rick about Him, but it was too risky. He didn't know if his grandpa has known about the assault or not. "O-Okay, Rick." Morty replied, fearfully.

"Is th-there something you wanna talk a-about, Morty?" Rick asked.

Morty continued to look down at his sheets. He was scared to tell Rick about the assault. "No, I'm fine." Morty replied.

Wow, nice going Morty. Way to be an idiot. He knows by now that you are thinking of the assault. Tonight is gonna be rough for you…. Stupid, pathetic-

Rick turns to Morty and notices him clutching onto his arm, almost drawing blood from his forearm. "Crap…." Morty muttered under his breath.

"D-Do you want to be a-alone for a while, Morty?" Rick asked, looking at his grandson in concern.

Morty didn't want to be alone. He was scared to be alone, trapped in his own thoughts. He didn't want Mr. Jellybean to come back and try to rape him. "Yeah… I-I need some alone t-time." Morty answered.

Rick got up from the bed. "If y-you need anything, just y-yell." Rick assured. He walked to the door, and then turned around. "See you at d-dinner." Rick finished, walking out the door, leaving Morty alone.

Two hours later….

"Everyone come down for dinner!" Beth yelled.

Rick, Summer, and Jerry came down all at once, but not Morty. He slowly came out of his room.

He was not in the mood to come down and eat, but he was hungry. "Christ, Morty. What's got you so down?" Jerry asked, shoving mixed vegetables into his mouth.

"N-Nothing. I was just t-thinking of something f-from earlier." Morty answered continuing to look down at his plate. He picked up his fork and stabbed a piece of broccoli.

Pathetic, useless, you know that nobody will ever save your pathetic life. Don't ever count on that to ever happen…. Morty thought, not exactly noticing his arm bleeding.

"M-May I be excused? I r-really need to go to b-bed so I do-don't fall asleep i-in class." Morty asked, making up a lame excuse to go with it.

"Sure. Dad, don't wake him up and drag him off somewhere, okay?" Beth asked.

"F-Fine. But if h-he wakes up a-at twelve in the m-morning, its n-not my fault." Rick replied, eyeing down Morty as he walked up the stairs.

"Night, Morty. Sweet dreams." Beth and Jerry called.

When he finally reached his door, Rick was across the hall. He gave Morty a small smile, and then retreated into his room.

Lightning shinned through the curtains. Thunder followed, with a small yelp and whimper from Morty.

That night was going to suck.

AN:

So this is the first part! It will make sense once I put up the second, which is the last part of this story. Sorry if it looks weird…. It just is the first part so it won't exactly make sense. Any who hope you guys enjoyed reading this. The next chapter will be up either today or tomorrow, depending on when I find time.

Suggestions are always welcome. Please R&R! Bye!