Chapter Two

Morty sat alone at the dining room table as Rick made them breakfast; they were the only ones home. Jerry had gone to work, Beth was already at work. Neither knew where Summer was; no one really knew nowadays.

"Are we really going to leave?" Morty asked quietly.

"Why wouldn't we?" He asked, not looking up from the scrambled eggs in the skillet.

"Because Mom-"

"Who cares Morty? Beth is leaving Jerry. Summer is already gone. We should go too. Before you seriously get fucked up, okay?"

"What about school or-"

"We will figure it out." Rick growled as he made them both plates, stacked with pancakes and eggs. He sat adjacent to Morty and handed him his plate. They both ate quietly for a long while.

"Will we still live on Earth?"

"Probably not, but we'll see." Rick shrugged past a mouthful of egg.

"Oh." He mumbled and took his last bite of pancake. "Okay."

"You're worrying too loudly. Stop it." He sighed and took their plates to the sink.

Morty was about to comment on how that didn't make any sense but he stopped himself. He quietly thanked Rick for breakfast before going back up to his bedroom. The older man paused and watched him go up the stairs. He let out a dwindling sigh and went out to the garage, he moved to lie down on his creeper and rolled underneath his ship to make sure everything was in place so they could drive. For a while. He wheeled back out and stood to check under the hood. Everything seemed alright.

Jerry's car pulled in outside the garage door; with a sigh Rick went inside to sit on the couch. Just to keep an eye out.

"Rick." Jerry said as he walked in. Rick remained silent. "You're still here."

"Yes." He said softly. "Obviously, just as obvious as that you didn't get the job."

"Shut up Rick." He snapped. "Just shut up, would it kill you to just try and do that for once?"

"I don't know, would it kill you to act like a dad to your kids?" Rick kept his eyes on the TV still, more-so watching Jerry's reflection in it.

"How would you know what it's like to be a dad? Because you were such a good one to Beth."

"I was." He said calmly. "I was a great father."

"You weren't even there for her."

"And? I had my reasons."

"I-"

"RICK!" Morty shouted from the upstairs. Just the tone of his voice had him up and throwing himself up the steps. Jerry followed him up the steps. The older man went to Morty's bedroom and opened the door, wide eyes watched the door swing open.

Broken glass was on the floor, his window was somehow shattered. Morty went to ask for help and to not tell Jerry when he saw him standing behind Rick.

"How did this happen?" Jerry asked immediately. Without giving him time to answer he started to shout and move passed Rick. "You know we can't afford to fix this, why would you break the window?"

"I didn't-"

"The fuck you didn't." Jerry shouted and raised his hand to hit him, Rick immediately grabbed his arm and pulled the man away from his grandson.

"That's it!" Rick shouted. "Morty didn't do a fucking thing and you're still yelling at him. Let's go Morty." He said and moved, pushing Jerry aside to grab a few of Morty's shirts and pants. He gathered them up in his lab coat and Morty quickly grabbed onto his arm-sleeve as they went down the stairs and out to the garage. They were immediately followed out to the ship. Rick tossed his shit in the back and waited for Morty to get in and buckle up before driving out of the garage recklessly.

The two flew away from Earth in silence for a while, Morty being the one to speak up finally.

"Where are we going?" He asked quietly.

"Blitz and chitz, then we'll figure it out." Rick sighed. "I'm sorry I yelled at him in front of you."

"I don't mind." Morty fiddled with his seatbelt anxiously. "He deserved it."

"He deserved worse than being yelled at."

"I know…"