It had been the third time this week that Rick had kidnapped Morticia from school. And it was only Thursday. The late assignments and missed tests piled up and put a weight on the girls shoulders.
The weight manifested itself as a slouch on Morticia's posture as she walked slightly behind her grandpa Rick, her shaking arms carrying several jars of a dark blue, fleshy substance. She had asked her grandpa what it was out of habit, not that she really cared. He said something like "The placenta of a Thrleemub." Or some other wacky name, why they needed it? Who knows? After awhile it became hard not to become complacent in the face of constant obscurity.
The young teen was irked that he wasn't carrying anything, but refused to ask him for help because she knew it would result in some smart ass answer from him.
"Come on M-Morty, only five mor-URP-more minutes unt-t-til we get to the ship." Rick looked back at his granddaughter shortly before setting his eyes on the ship that was only a little way away.
"O-Okay." She mumbled, wishing desperately to sit down. Her sides and back were cramping so bad.
Where they were, it was sweltering and it had been ever since they had stepped foot on this planet. Sweat stains made themselves apparent under her arms and down her back, even with the copious amount of pungent deodorant she put on, it seemed to do nothing against this heat. She was beginning to become aware that she probably didn't smell too great. Morty knew it was just going to be another thing Rick would complain about once they were in the ship.
'You know what?' She thought,' Fuck Rick, he'll just have to deal with it.'
The brunette was definitely more harsh than usual. She couldn't place a finger on exactly why though. All she could do was point to symptoms that exacerbated her discomfort.
Her face was shiny with grease from today and she could tell she was going to get pimples from it. Whenever the blessing of a small warm wind hit her, it caused her hair to stick to her wet face, blinding her temporarily. She was starving. Craving junk food mostly, but would've accepted anything, because she hadn't eaten in about seven hours, so that didn't help. She felt quite a bit more emotional than usual too, almost crying right in front of Rick today for something as common as him mocking her. Luckily he didn't catch that his "joke" actually hurt her, which just would've given rise to more ridicule.
He told her that her arms looked like noodles, and of course Morticia had to prove him wrong, that's why she was carrying everything now.
The worst thing though, out of everything, was how horny she was. God she just wanted to lay down, watch some porn, rub one out and go to sleep. But that would have to wait.
The one she had her lustful eyes on was walking right in front of her.
She was fully ashamed of the attraction. It had been this way ever since the man had shown up in her life and turned it upside down. She had to guess that since she only knew of him for the past year or so that her subconscious didn't accept Sanchez as her grandparent. Or maybe it did and the attraction was Freudian in origin. Or something like that, it wasn't like she was a psychologist or anything. Despite him being a major ass, the high schooler couldn't deny her desire for him. He was not particularly handsome or even muscular, but what really made her weak in the stomach and allowed her to let herself to be swept up into these crazy adventures while her grades took a nosedive was that he showed her so much attention. The looks of pride when his plans went through, the hair ruffles Rick would give her when she did something especially Morty. Hell even when ever she would get them into trouble and he had to save their hides and how he would scold her as she hugged him gratefully afterwards, even if he quickly pushed her away.
'He cares for me more than anyone in the universe, I think... I hope. That's what makes him unconventionally sexy.' Morticia let the nice thought passed through her mind before Rick turned back and called for her to pick up the pace.
She sighed, it sure felt like he didn't care about her sometimes. Sure his optimistic ramblings when he spouted off promises to her while he was drunk felt validating, but they were just words. The rest of the time he acted like she was the most inconvenient thing since wet socks. There is no in between. The saying that a drunk mans' words are a sober mans' thoughts is all well and good but where does his actions fit into that dialectic? Do thoughts and words actually matter?
Morticia didn't know, it wasn't like she was a philosopher or anything. Her head hurt
Rick had stopped right in front of her and she almost ran into him. They were at the ship. He opened up the door and stepped in.
"O-oh my god, Thank, Thank god." Morty stepped into the hot saucer and set the jars down in the back of the vehicle. She stood up, chest in the air with pride.
"Now wh-what do you think about me having n-noodle arms? Huh? Huh? Rick?" Morty gloated.
"Uh that you still have them? And you carried all the placenta just to disprove something that's trEUGHue." Rick said, not even giving her a glance as he started up the ship and began take off.
Morty tripped over her own feet during the take off, "Geez, R-Rick, warn me before you take off."
"If you paid attention like any normal person then I wouldn't have to." Rick snapped back.
Her eyebrow twitched.
Okay as horny as she was, Rick was seriously starting to grate at her composure. The sky went dark as they left the atmosphere. She huffed and sat down in the passenger seat and buckled up. Morticia grabbed her pink headband out of her hair and ran her fingers through the wet tangles.
"Oh my god M-Morty! You fucking stink!" Rick sneered. He turned up the A/C all the way.
"And I-I-I-I-I'm sure you smell just d-dandy." She retorted, giving him an angry look.
Rick returned the gesture. "No this is not normal BO, what are you eating? You smell like a wet dog."
"Rick! I've been sweating for five hours s-straight! I'm a teenager, w-w-we smell bad." Morty crossed her arms.
"Did you even wear deodorant?!" Rick pinched his nose.
"O-of course I did!" Morty shouted, her face heating up with rage.
"God, i-it's so bad." Rick spoke with disgust.
"OK CAN YOU JUST DROP IT!" Morty snapped, the volume of her voice even catching her off guard.
The air rung with silence.
"Jesus." The old man whispered.
Rick was quiet until they got back home, about twenty minutes. Morty looked out the window the entire time. Despite the feud, her panties were wet... super wet. but this felt different, weird. She would check what was going on in her bedroom.
They landed in the garage and finally the silence was broken. "Rick y-you say such, such kind things to me sometimes, and I-I almost believe you too, but then you go around and act like I'm a-a burden." Morty said tiredly and stood up.
"You are a burden, now come on help me with the placenta, noodle arms." Rick gave the fifteen year old a small shove.
Rick didn't know it but that did it for Morticia Smith. "IF I'M SUCH A BURDEN THEN WHY DO YOU MAKE ME COME WITH YOU ON ALL THESE MISSIONS?!" Tears started forming in the girls eyes.
"Oh my God! You are too loud!" Rick got in Morty's space and towered over her. "I take you with me because I-I-I-I need your dumb brain waves to cancel out my genius ones! We've had this discussion!" He jabbed her in the chest with his finger on the words 'your dumb brain waves' to get his point across. "I thought you were just an idiot, not an amnesiac."
Morty felt hot tears running down her cheeks. "You're a-a-awful..." They've been through all these things before but for some reason all of this hurt just as bad as when she had first heard it. By now he would be apologizing for his belligerent behavior and would be giving her a noogie. But he was unyielding today.
"Now shut up. What has gotten into you?" He grabbed her wrist.
She growled in frustration, kicking a jar and shattering it against the interior of his ship and yanked away from him. "Fuck you." She ran out of the vehicle and into the house uncharacteristically fast.
"You're gonna pay for that you little shit!" Rick shouted back even though she was gone, not that he was actually going to hurt Morticia... he thought.
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. Their was goo and liquid all over the floor. It was so much that he almost missed something on Mortys' chair.
It was a small red oval, right where she was sitting, it looked like drying blood.
Everything made sense now.
The irritability, the fatigue, the sweat, the smell.
"Oh shit." Rick said to himself.