Disclaimer: I do not own Rick and Morty

It all starts the night you wake up alone in the park. It was a dark and dreary night, clouds overtaking the sky. Rubbing your head you sit up from the park bench only to notice the white hospital gown that is on your body. There is some type of hospital wristband on you, only displaying an age, 18. As you try to remember who you are, you get a sharp, shooting pain through your head which makes you bend over in tears.

After the pain subsides, you stand up to your feet and look around, nothing seeming to look familiar. You start to head away from the park when you feel something splash down on your face. You feel the wind start to pick up and breeze through your hospital gown. After walking for what seems like forever, it starts to pour down rain. The wind howls through your bones causing you to shiver uncontrollably.

You look around seeking for shelter. You notice a house with their garage door half open and light pooling out. You make a run for the house quickly to stand under the awning, trying to shield yourself from the rain. You call out for help to see if anyone is there. No reply. You decide to get on your knees and look under the door. You can't see anyone around so you call out again.

"Hello. Is anyone there?" No answer.

You are about to crawl under the door, when a lanky, ragged man with unruly hair, dressed in a lab coat yells in your face.

"Boo".

You yelp back in surprise, tripping over your feet in the process. The hospital gown ridding up your legs exposing your thighs.

"Why the hell did you do that for!?" You exclaim.

"W-Why th-urp-e fuck are you in my garage?"

You look up at the stranger about to say something when he bends down to you, coming face to face.

"You know you shou-urp-ldn't come into people's garages without their p-permision."

He forcibly takes you by the wrist and yanks you up to her feet.

"I'm sorry I just needed to get out of the rain." You try to explain when you start to get pulled against your will to what looks like a hatch in the floor. The man opens the hatch door pushing you down the stairs towards a chair in the centre of the room. You get shoved to sit in the chair, your arms and legs getting strapped down so you can't escape.

"Who are you and what do yo-urp-u want from me? Not going to answer, ok. I-If it's not me you are after then wh-urp-at do you want with my family?" He glares daggers into your eyes, practically coming nose to nose with you.

"I seriously don't know you or your family. Please just let me go. I'll go and seek help from someone else." You try to struggle against the restraints but they don't budge.

"Bullshit. Someone always wants something to do with m-me." He says it with so much arrogance it only causes you to roll your eyes.

He looks your way momentarily, trying to see if you are telling the truth, before walking away abruptly. He slams the hatch and retreats to his room for the rest of the night.

You don't know how long you sit there before you pass into unconsciousness.

You are woken up when you hear someone coming down the stairs.

"R-r-rick are you down here?"

You see a young boy walk into the room and look around. His eyes suddenly fall onto you and the colour drains from his face.

"Hello. Can you please help me?" You try to stay calm but you don't know if you can trust him.

"Aw jeez. What has R-r-rick gone and done now?"

He quickly turns around and runs back up the stairs.

"No! Please come back." You yell to his back as he disappears.

You sit there waiting until someone comes back to you. You can hear talking overhead. It sounds like people are shouting and things being thrown to the floor.

You yell out trying to get attention from the occupants above. "Can somebody come get me? I really need to use the bathroom!"

Suddenly the voices stop. You wait patiently as they come down the stairs.

"Rick y-y-you know if my parents found out they would kick you out of the house."

"Morty! I said not to use my first name yo-urp-u dickbag. Now she knows who I am."

You can do nothing but just sit there as they continue their argument. Completely forgetting that you are there.

"If you don't mind me asking but could I please be taken to the bathroom?"

They stop talking and turn to you.

"It's a ploy M-Morty. She just wants to escape." The man so called Rick walks to a shelf in the room and starts to look for something.

"I-i-I'm sure she can't be that bad Rick. L-let's just let her go."

Rick comes back with a vial and syringe. He opens the lid, places the needle in the liquid and draws back. He slowly walks up to you and smiles at you creepily.

"This won't hurt a bit."

He grabs on to your arm and injects the serum.

"W-what did you do to her Rick!?"

"Oh no. I'm going to die." Tears start to well up in your eyes. You look over to Rick and stare into his eyes.

He looks back down at you with no emotion. "Don't look at me like th-urp-at. I'm not some type of murderer. You'll be fine. I-I've just helped you."

Not knowing what he is talking about, you try to stifle the sobs coming out of your mouth. It was hard to put trust into this man that you knew nothing about. You look over to the young boy named Morty as he makes noises of concern. You smile at him and he nods his head back.

"W-w-whatever Rick has done I'm sure it's safe. I trust him."

You smile out of appreciation as your fears subside. Remembering that you had to use the bathroom you realise the need isn't there anymore. You look over to Rick and put two and two together.

"Don't tell me that's what that stuff was for."

"Yeah. It stopped you from pissing your pants. You're welcome."

You sigh and looks at your wrists.

"Could you please let me out of these things? I honestly am not here to hurt you."

Rick doesn't say anything. He just turns around and walks back out the hatch opening.

"Come on Morty. I'm do-urp-ne here."

Morty looks at you with remorse before slowly following after Rick.

"Y-y-you can't just leave her down there Rick. She hasn't done anything wrong."

"Just leave it Morty."

Rick ignores Mortys pestering and locks himself in his room.

Later that evening at dinnertime, Rick washes his hands and heads down to the table for dinner. He sits in his usual chair eagerly waiting. One by one the family start siting down for dinner. Everyone was seated except for Beth. Morty looks over at Rick with a guilty expression, trying not to look him in the eyes. Rick dismisses it, thinking nothing of it.

Beth starts bringing in plates of food and places them in front of Rick, Summer and herself. Rick was too engrossed in his food to notice the second person walk through the door and place food in front of Jerry, Morty and herself.

He starts to eat and make noises of satisfaction. He turns his head to the left and tells his daughter how good the food is.

"Thank you Dad. I did have help though." Beth looks beside her and smiles at someone.

Rick looks in front of him and drops his fork. "What the fuck is she doing here?"

"Dad! You can't talk to our guest like that. She is Mortys friend from school. She will be staying here for a while. She doesn't have anyone else at the moment."

Rick glances at Morty and now understands why he was trying to avoid eye contact with him.

"Don't you think she looks a little old for school, Beth?"

Everyone looks at you. You get nervous under their gazes. Morty stole some of Summers old clothes, so you are now out of the hospital gown. You excuse yourself and get up to go to the kitchen.

"Does anyone else want anything while I'm up?"

Everyone denies your offer. Rick excuses himself and gets up as well, heading after you.

He walks into the kitchen and finds you drinking a glass of water. He marches over towards you and pins you to the cabinet.

"I-I don't trust you. You may have everyone else fooled but not me."

"I couldn't give a shit what you think of me. Seriously Rick. Get your head out of your ass. The world doesn't revolve around you. I can't remember who the fuck I am, so please just give me a break!"

You shove past Rick, excuse yourself from dinner and go upstairs to the room you are staying in.

Rick stares bewildered at where you just were. He can't believe someone talked to him like that. He takes a swig from the flask he keeps in his lab coat and burps out loud. He ends up finishing what is in the flask before heading back to the dining room. Everyone looks at Rick as he walks back to the table.

"What?"

"Nothing." Everyone says at the same time.

The rest of dinner was eaten in silence.

When Rick is finished eating he heads up to his room without saying anything to anyone. He closes his door and flops down on his bed. He hits the bed hard causing him to groan out in pain. He rolls over towards the wall, resting his forehead against the cold wall. Silence soon falls in his room until he hears a faint sobbing. He places his ear against the wall and it becomes louder.

He completely forgot that the spare bedroom was located next to his.

"Fuck."

A/N: Hey guys :) This is my first attempt at writing a Rick Sanchez and Reader fanfic. Let me know what you guys thought. Would really appreciate it. Until next time xxx