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.::ONE::.


Rick was alone. There was no Morty. No ship. No jars full of berries. No flask in his pocket. Hell, he didn't even have his lab coat anymore.

When he had first regained consciousness, Rick jumped up quickly from the floor. He'd cursed as he turned circles accessing the surroundings. Metal bars held Rick inclosed, alone and inside a holding cell within a dungeon. Without thinking, Rick reached into his back pocket for the laser gun only to come up empty, and that was when he realized he'd been stripped down to his underwear and everything useful while he'd been knocked out cold.

Rick had been down here for hours now, and he sat on the ground with his back against the cold, hard stone of the cell wall with only his thoughts to keep him company. He was stuck. The hope to escape had quickly diminished the longer Rick sat alone. The cell was barren, and he had absolutely nothing to work with. Those fucking bastards. What had happened to them, their use of weapons out of the ordinary. And what did it matter if he was from dimension C-137? He had traveled here many times before without incident.

Rick looked around the baron cell. Where was Morty? Rick had called out to the other cells down earlier only to realize he was down here alone. Were they going to kill him? Morty? Had they murdered his grandson already? He sighed, resting his elbows on his knees, and hanging his head between them. It had been a long time since he was in a position like this. Past ventures to this relatively peaceful planet had clouded his judgment. He should have known better; he had been with Morty for crying out loud. In all reality, Rick should have said no to Morty when he came inside the garage whining about some high school bullshit, but alas he had given in to his grandson's incessant griping.

A loud bang pulled Rick out of his thoughts, and he scrambled over to the cell bars. The sound of heavy footsteps grew louder as someone came close to his cell. Rick knew this was his chance, maybe his only chance, to make his escape. This was the first time someone had come down to the dungeon. If he didn't act now who knew when one of them would venture down here again; but the growing courage vanished when the alien finally came into view. It was carrying a small load within his arms. All but a bare foot was visible from underneath the blanket. All thoughts of attack left Rick's mind within a flash, and the oxygen from his lungs depleted.

Morty?

"You have a visitor," the slug chuckled as he stopped in front of Rick's small cell.

There was a loud click, and the cell door began to slide open. Rick's hands dropped from the bars, and he backed away without a word until his back came into contact with the damp wall, his eyes never leaving the bundle.

"Have fun." The bastard laughed as he tossed the lifeless body inside the cell next to Ricks' feet. Without another word, or protest, the bars closed again, and he was left alone with the covered body. Rick stood stock still for a while, trying to get a grip on his emotions. Then, after a while, on wobbly feet, Rick bent down. With a shaky hand, he grabbed the blanket and pulled away from the face.

Tears of joy almost fell from the corners of his eyes, and Rick felt an overwhelming sense of relief as he stared down at the unfamiliar face of a woman. It wasn't Morty, but that didn't mean his grandson wasn't in danger on this godforsaken planet.

Staring down at the unmoving body before him, Rick reached down to check for a pulse. There was one, though it was faint. The creature looked human, but you never could really tell. Rick grabbed her chin turning her head to get a better look at her features to try to deduce what sector of the galaxy she was from. The woman looked to be in her forties, though if she was from a different dimension, there was really no telling how old she truly was. Her hair was jet black and her skin smooth, and by all standards of the human male, she was stunning. But what was she doing here?

Why out of all the cells was she put into the same one with him? Maybe she was sent in to kill him once and for all? He let go of her head allowing it to fall down on the hard concrete of the floor and he quickly backed away putting as much room in between them as was permitted in the cramped cell.

After hours of staring down at the face of the unconscious female Rick finally gave into the constant pang his legs were giving him and sat down on the floor. When or if she finally woke he would be ready. If a fight is what the Coovi wanted, then a fight is what they were going to get. Even if it meant to the death. He had to try and escape. At least for Morty's sake…