*I don't own rick and morty or it's characters

I cried writing this chapter. My feels, my heart, this fic means a lot to me. I don't know what it is, but this is going to be in my list of favorites. Anyway, good is based off the Tumblr comic of the same name by Left-handed-rick.

Hope you'll enjoy! And shout out to Briar 4, whose comments make my day.


What Doofus Rick didn't know was that his grandson was pop singing sensation Magical Miami Morty.

"Morty!" came the familiar sing song voice. "I'm home."

It wasn't easy balancing his home life and private life, though Rick made it a little easier with his slowness. "H-hey R-R-Rick."

Right now, he should have been practicing the songs for next week's show, but right now he just wanted to chill out. Rick made his way over to the kitchen, poured himself some juice and took a long hard look at Morty. Bits of glitter had become acquainted with the seat of Rick's pants, but Morty ignored it. "Did you enjoy the concert?"

There was something, he could not put a his finger on it. No, it was probably nothing, though the sense of deja vu was unnerving. "I'm sorry," he softened. "w-what did you just say?"

"The concert? Did you like it?"

"Oh! Well, it's fun watching everyone have fun. There was a lot of glitter, and…. Oh, Super Unicorn Morty made a guest appearance this time. His version of You're Beautiful made me cry."

Personally, he thought the song Hurt by Nine Inch Nails would have resonated better with his audience. He handed Rick the box of tissues. "Heh, I have a hard time imagining you working for that guy. Isn't he shallow?"

Looking down at his glass, Rick sighed. "D-d-don't believe what the Citadel tabloids say, he's actually more down to earth than you'd think. He reminds me of you sometimes, though…"

Oh, Crap. "Never mind. Are you hungry?"

"A little."

Morty pulled out a glass dish from the oven. "I followed your instructions for the lasagna, but I don't know Rick, I mean, I'm not - I'm not that confident about the… if it came out right."

"I'm sure it will be fine. It sure smells delicious."

He waited until Rick tried his food, before serving himself. "He's cool huh? Miami Morty. Do you guys ever hang out and stuff?"

"Of course not. I was hired to be his personal assistant, though he only calls when he needs me."

"Not sure how you can trust a guy who is sponsored by Simple Ricks."

"I don't have to trust him Morty. He's a good kid, and I just hope he's doing okay."

He couldn't think of anything he done which would have caused Rick to worry. "What do you mean?"

"He's real talented, and I'm sure he has all that money can buy, but I wonder how his Rick treats him. I've never met him, but then i-i-it's none of my business."

Morty would have to buy a Rick cyborg at the earliest convenience, though he'd have to think of something. Zeta 7 cared about everyone, even for those who have hurt him. If he was a different kind of Morty, he might have found more permanent solutions, but he wasn't that kind of Morty. "Rick, I-I-I've been thinking," his spoon moving pieces of sausage around. "could…..can you - could you…"

Hesitance colored his tongue, fear welled in his chest, the ache almost unbearable. He thought he had gotten through this, but his past dealings had scarred him. "I… um…could.."

"What is it lil' buddy?"

Only with the help of the plumbus, and the kindness of his grandfather was he able to come out of his shell, and display his better qualities. "D-d-do you think you could teach me how to play the guitar?"

"Sure! I'd love to. You don't have to be afraid Morty, there is nothing to worry about. So, thinking of becoming a Rockstar to impress Jessica? It's okay, I won't tell."

"What? No! Well for Jessica…this isn't just about Jessica. I just… I thought it would be fun. My old Rick, he was the version whose music career took off, so I never got to meet him. I-I know it sounds weird, but I-I wanted to try, since I wanted to feel connected to him in some way. However, I'm glad that you're nothing like him, because you would never abandon me. I-I know I don't say this enough, but I love you."

Zeta-7 felt his heart grow several sizes that day, wondering how he was ever so fortunate to have such a loving grandson. He stood with open arms, sniffling, with streams of tears falling down his cheeks. "Come here."

Morty hid his tears in the softness of his grandfather's sweater, refusing to look up in fear that his emotions would get the best of him. "It's okay, grandpa's got you."

"I'm sorry about all the- all the questions."

"Don't be sorry. I'm actually glad you're not like Miami."

"Why?" Morty sniffled. "Is it the way he dresses?"

"No, well…I don't have any control over that, but if it was you, I'd be worried. I'd hate to see you possibly getting hurt by a crazy fan."

Rubbing his back, Rick softened. "Do you want to get some ice cream?"

"Yeah."

What Rick didn't know was that he had been hurt, a long time ago.


Earth dimension M-64 was nothing like the intergalactic movies made it appear to be. It was a fairly tropical planet, with little variation in seasons. 80's style never went out of fashion, Madonna was the queen of pop, and Walkmans were a hot item. Though, these details may or may not matter. Morty M-64 and his mom lived in Miami, in an apartment over a Chinese restaurant.

Him and his mom never really had much, but they were happy. During the day, while he was at school she worked as an RNA, and they would be home in time to heat up leftovers and watch reruns of Alf. Though, most days they would usually play tabletop games instead of TV, since it gave them a chance to talk. Morty, being a Bs, and Cs sort of kid didn't mind having intellectual conversations. Though, he knew that his company alone wouldn't be enough to keep his mother happy.

So, his mother started dating.

Without his mom around, he kind of had to find stuff to do, and it was okay. If he got bored, he'd go down stairs and help out at the restaurant in exchange for leftovers or read the books he borrowed from the library. He was a good kid, and was always home before dark. No one, not even the cops would want to stay out after 8, and it worried him when his mom gradually started to come home later than usual. Still, Morty did as he was told, day in and day out, and his mom seemed happy enough, and he tried to push his fears away.

Then one day, his mom didn't come back. Morty thought maybe she might have missed the last train, but after two days, he panicked. He called the hospital from a payphone, but they were just as clueless. Filing the missing persons report wasn't the worst thing. Perhaps if he was allowed to stay long enough, he might have found out, but the COR couldn't wait.

Being placed in the care of Storage Rick, him, and other Mortys had to learn. There was so much that had happened in the course of thirty years worth of pop culture. Without a Rick in his life, he had missed out on much heartbreak, and attention, but he didn't feel the need to miss someone he didn't know. His mom he did miss, and he was happy to get a picture of her to keep in his wallet.

While it wasn't hard to catch up with the latest technology, he found that he wasn't exactly like other Mortys. In Morty school, he excelled, though it was to he expected, he was Beth Smith's son after all. Yet, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable whenever he caught Teacher Rick gazing at him. It didn't take long to learn the universal truth, that Ricks didn't care about Mortys. And whether he was out in the garden talking to Morty of the valley, or reading alone, he didn't feel lonely.

Ricks thought they knew Mortys. Sure, they all looked alike, but he was a human being, not a kid, but barely a man, but himself. When he first caught himself singing a tune from back home, he found himself calm, and at one with the universe; he had a knack for music, just like his grandpa. The history books of their kind, the manuals, the novels, they all stated what a Morty ought to be, but what did he want? He didn't know.

Graduating at the top of his class, he thought there were going to be plans for a brighter tomorrow, but the diploma grew received was a piece of paper that stated he could go take a dump. Turns out a smart Morty was useless to a Rick. Everything that he had learned was a lie, they made him believe he could be useful and good, and valued, but laughter echoed through his hollowed soul. Amidst all the roars of laughter, he shivered, wishing he could disappear. A Rick, one that had come to volunteer to clean, spoke up, and offered to take him home.

In the heat of the moment, Morty accepted. M-64 Morty, really wanted to die.

The cruelty of life had threatened to extinguish his hope in humanity, taken away the only person he ever cared about, left in a place where he wasn't wanted, and taken in by a stranger, a Rick of all people. Yet, somewhere he did something right, and was taken home. The bitter hatred which almost dared consume him was washed clean, purified by the selfless love of his adoptive grandfather. Together, he learned about the universe, its complexities, the ethereal beauty, and adventures which everyday could bring. Many say they found love, but in this case, love found him.

Once again, there was music in his heart, a fire of passion which could not be tamed. Karaoke Friday's did not please him, chorus class taught him nothing he didn't already know, so he practiced in secret. By a strange turn of events, his plumbus gave him the power to become Magical Miami Morty. One of the few belongings he had taken with him before leaving his home world; it held the memories of the good old days. If he could turn back time, to the good old days, when his mom sang him to sleep, he would have told her that he loved her more.

Now, he had J19Z7, and he would give him everything that he deserved. And if he had to, he would die for him, because he loved him that much.