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Author's Note - MAJOR TRIGHER WARNING: This chapter contains triggers for r*pe, and child sexual abuse. I tried to keep it as T rated as possible, but the very nature of this subject is violent. So please do not read if you will get triggered.

Night fell, and Morty made himself comfortable on the pullout couch. It was more comfortable than he originally thought. Birdperson's pillows were so soft, Morty felt like he was laying on a marshmallow. He sighed contentedly.

He had finally gotten the cehance to change clothes. Luckily, Birdperson had a soft t-shirt and some sweat pants for him. He curled up under the blankets, ready to sleep when Rick sat next to him.

"Our adventuring starts tomorrow, Morty," he said. "Isn't that exciting?"

Morty smiled and nodded.

"Just so you know, it's ok with me if you don't wanna speak. I respect your decision either way."

Thank you, Morty signed.

"Well, we should probably get some sleep. We got a big day tomorrow." Rick pulled the blanket over him, crashed onto the pillows, and closed his eyes.

Morty continued to look at the man who had saved him and his mom for a few seconds longer. He was afraid to go to sleep only to wake up and realize that it was all just a dream.

He closed his eyes, and let the darkness take him away.

Next thing he knew, he was back home, at his mother's house. Jonathan was in his room, lurking over him. "Morty," he whispered. "Wake up."

Morty cowered by his bed, fearing the worst. Jonathan gave a sadistic smile and said, "You're a pretty boy aren't you? Take off your clothes for me."

Morty shook his head, scared out of his mind. He had already started crying. Jonathan reached out and caught Morty's neck in a bruising grip. He couldn't breathe. "I said, take off you clothes," Jonathan said more sternly. His stinky breath was in Morty's face.

Shaking, Morty complied, pulling his shirt and pants off so that he was left sitting exposed in his underwear. "All of it," Jonathan commanded.

Morty began crying harder, and a rag was shoved into his mouth. His hands were handcuffed to the bed. Morty thrashed around, trying to escape, but all the earned him was a slap in the face.

"I'll do it myself then," Jonathan growled, pulling off the boy's underwear, leaving him completely exposed. With a sadistic smile, John began molesting him.

"You're so pretty," John whispered. Unceremoniously, he flipped Morty over. His hands, tangled in the cuffs, started to hurt. He tried to pull his way out, but the cuffs just dug into his skin.

Without warning, Jonathan dove in.

Morty woke up with a scream stuck in his throat, but the noise wouldn't come out. He clawed at his neck and started to hyperventilate. He kicked out, thrashing, trying to escape his nightmare.

All of his movement must have woken Rick up because suddenly, a pair of arms were around the boy. Forgetting where he was, he let out a high pitch squeal and squirmed. "Morty, it's ok," he heard Rick say. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

He turned to his grandpa. It wasn't Jonathan. His heart rate and breathing began to settle down as he remembered where he was and that he was safe. A sob finally escaped his throat. He buried his face into his knees and cried. Rick's arms wrapped around him again, pulling him into his grandpa's lap.

"Nightmare?" Rick asked. Morty nodded. "Jonathan?" Morty nodded again. Rick sighed heavily. "What did that sick bastard do to you?" he wondered aloud.

Morty let the question go unanswered as he turned his face into Rick's shirt. "It's alright, buddy," he said. "He's never gonna hurt you again."

Morty sniffled and pulled away. The doctor at the home said I have PTSD, he signed.

Rick sighed again. "That's to be expected, coming from an abusive household," he said. "I need you to remember two things for me Morty. One: it's healthy to cry. And two: none of what happened to you was your fault. You didn't deserve it in any way."

Thank you, Morty signed. You have been so kind to me.

"Yeah, well you're my grandson, and I'm gonna take care of you now. And we're gonna see the multiverse, Morty! There's thousands of galaxies to be explored out there, and we're gonna see them all! Rick and Morty forever, one hundred years, .com, Rick and-" he was cut off by a yawn. "You think you can try and sleep some more, buddy?" he asked.

I will try, Morty signed.

"Ok," Rick replied. He reached out and ruffled Morty's hair. "'Night, kid."