This story is assuming that the ending of Season 2 never happened. (Can't wait for Season 3 at the end of this year!)

Time passed slowly in the dark room. Bars lined all around, forming cells in the basement filled with different creatures. Most had passed away within the last few days, while the rest were hanging by a small thread. Their will to fight gone, but their body's will to live keeping them alive.

Unable to move, lying on a cold metal floor, realizing that this was the end...it wasn't supposed to be like this. He was supposed to fight for his life until he was rescued. He kept telling himself that his rescuer would be here anytime. His rescuer promised he would be there. Promised they would see each other again. Eventually when he realized he was on his own, he started to attempt to rescue himself.

He held back the same tear from the first time he got here. It wouldn't fall; he wouldn't allow them to have it.

He looked to the left; the alien in that cage died a little after the feedings stopped. The decaying body a solemn reminder of what was to come.

In other cages, some were still alive. Dying slowly like him. One in particular who always paced was still pacing making him more irritated every growing second. 'Stop pacing' He thought. He wanted to yell it like he used too. His mind racing with the same two words he couldn't speak, 'STOP pacing. STOP PACING!' Then a loud thump was heard.

Silence fell on the dark room.

Lying naked on the cold ground, his own fecal matter cased onto his skin. A metal harness was the only thing he wore for so long. His stomach tight from the few meals he was allowed since was brought here. He finally came to terms with the realization that he was going to die today and oddly enough, he was alright with that.

A door opened, revealing a flashlight. Gagging sounds could be heard. Footsteps were heard walking around as the light flashed from cage to cage. Flashes from a camera could be seen as a mixture of pleading and frightened eyes looked up at the figure with the light. Some wanting to beg the figure to let them go, while others too afraid that the figure may have come to induce harm. The figure walked down the small aisle way, attempting to guide itself through the narrow path. It was attempting to move quickly from cage to cage as if searching for something specific.

The light beamed into his small enclosure, staying longer than it did in the other cages.

His eyes moved to look up at the light as it beamed into the place he called home for who knew how long. "Finally." He heard a familiar voice say. The figure knelt down, cutting into the metal that held the cage together. The voice was so familiar and yet, he couldn't put a name to it.

He closed his eyes as the figure's hand moved toward him, waiting for the hand to grab the chain harness he wore since day one to drag him away like they did to his cage partner the last time they came. Instead the hand gently touched his cheek. "Morty…" the figure whispered pausing for him to answer. He looked at the figure. Why couldn't he tell who this figure was? He tried to speak, but it came out as moans. "It's alright." The voice sound so familiar and yet he couldn't tell who it was. The figure gently picked him up, cradling him in its arms. "You're safe now."

Safe? What was safe anymore?

The figure started walking off with him in his arms when he was finally able to speak, "Ve-Vexy." He whispered. "We need to get…" he had to stop to take a deep breath, "Vexy." It was so hard to talk, but he couldn't leave his cage partner behind.

"We released everyone here." A female voice was heard. "Most are being sent to the hospital. There's a personal vehicle waiting just for Morty outside like in the contract to bring him to the hospital. Thanks for the work. It was good working you."

"Vexy." Morty whimpered again.

"Who?" The female asked.

"He keeps asking for someone named Vexy." The figured holding him said.

"We let everyone go. There was no one alive by that name."

No one alive?

He struggled in the figures arms, falling to the ground. It was too dark to see anything. "What the fuck Morty?" The figure yelled as he hit the ground with a thud. He wasn't leaving without his cell mate. He felt the figure's hand grab his arm but he attempted to move away falling over hitting more cages. His body was too weak to fight off the individual in front of him. His arm was grabbed sharply, fingers gripping him tight. "Morty! Stop!" The dark figure was in his face speaking harshly.

"No, I'm not leaving without..." Morty stopped when he heard a baby's cry. He went to step forward but couldn't hold himself. He buckled to the ground. He hated feeling so weak, so vulnerable. He thought he was weak before, but he didn't realize how wrong he was.

"Rick…" a smaller creature said walking from the sound of the cry and up to the three. "You are going to want to see this."

Rick…finally it hit who these people were. Rick was helping him. The smaller figure was Squanchy…he hadn't seen them in so long. Who was the female that was with them? There were others walking around but he didn't bother to look. How'd he forget their voices? He looked up at Rick, the blackness making it hard for him to tell if he was actually looking the right direction, "Rick! Help me."

Rick grumbled under his breath, picking Morty up. They went down the hall toward the sound of the cries. Once in the room, the smell of death hit everyone making them want to gag. Squanchy held out a flashlight to the point of the smell. A small female frame sat hunched in the corner holding a small bundle in its arms. The female had passed a day or two ago, but somehow the baby survived. It's wailing being muffled by the closed door. Morty forced Rick to set him down as he crawled to the girl. They were always together, they both agreed to get out together. Morty grabbed the bundle from the dead female.

He sat against the wall tears hitting him for the first time since he got here. The baby still crying in his arms.

Rick knelt down to Morty, "Morty, I know you're upset, but we have to go."

Morty still held the child to him, if he let it go, he would lose everything.

"Squanchy." Rick said getting the cat creatures attention. "Hold the baby while I grab Morty."

"Okay." Squanchy walked up to Morty attempting to grab the baby.

Morty held the child tighter to him. He wasn't going to let anyone take the last thing he had. He promised he would protect Vexy, he swore nothing bad would happen to her. He looked at the female's body. He thought he had to let her go when she was in labor…he didn't have to. He could have fought more when they came to take her.

Rick picked up the small teen in his arms allowing the teen to hold the child. "Come on, your mom is worried sick about you. It's been over a year since you've been home."

A year? His mom? His family? Morty looked behind Rick at the dead female figure on the ground. She helped him get through so much.

"Just don't look back. Don't think about it." Rick said to the teen, closing the door. Rick walked up the stairs from the basement, passing rooms filled with gromflomites searching everything. When did Rick start working with them? The front door was opened for the first time. Birdperson was ahead of them, he walked through the bright light.

Rick walked through the door into the bright light with him in his arms.

The sun was brighter than he remembered. He hadn't felt the fresh air in so long. He turned his head to see a pile of bodies. Others were brought into an ambulance to be checked for any medical issues. Rick had a special ambulance just for when he picked him up. Rick set him on the stretcher as others worked around him to get an IV started. Morty reluctantly let Rick take the small child from his arms while the paramedics worked on him. A paramedic grabbed the small baby working to ensure it was healthy.

He was finally free. He closed his eyes, he was finally able to relax. He was no longer fighting for his life. Morty felt himself drift off. "Morty! Come back to us! Morty!" He heard a voice from far off. Then the voice yelled, "We're losing him!"

Then he heard Rick, "Stay with us Morty. You've come this far. Don't give up now!"

He felt his lips turn to a smile, he did come so far. And here he was, free...

Then blackness.

So this new story starts with the ending and then we will rewind to find out how our favorite characters got into this do you think? Interested?

I've been off the grid for a little over a month…Sorry! I have so much to read and catch up with. My computer decided to destroy itself and along with it everything on my thumb-drive that was attached which included my other story, 'First for Everything.' Soooo, that's on hiatus until I can figure out what I was writing for those chapters. I have the next chapter redone, but it sucks and I know it was better in the original one. I know the full ending I want to achieve but the middle is all jumbled right now. I got a huge brain fart when trying to remember, then this story popped out of my brain, go figure. I can forget the whole story I already created but then create a new story...

Enough whining! No one came here for the pity party. Life goes on. blah blah blah!

Reviews are always nice though!