Rick and Morty: Eve Sanchez

by Mesmerized Stargazer

All Eveena remembered was seeing her husband stepping into a green portal and never coming back. Now she's woken up from a coma years later with bits of memory here and there. She doesn't know that he is now in intergalactic prison alongside other criminals. She also has no idea that she was being tested on for an experiment that will protect humans from the now co-existing aliens.

10. No Name

Hello, again!~

Chapter 10 is finally ready to be revealed and I'm proud to say that there may be a little bit of Rick and Eve in this one.

I do not own Rick and Morty, nor do I own any music/songs, companies, games, bands/groups, or movies that may be mentioned in this fanfic.

However, the only characters I do own are: Eveena "Eve" Sanchez, Elora Needful, Rosemary Sanchez, Emma, a few aliens, a few robots, and my poetry that coincides with the story. You'll be able to identify it due to the bold/italic print.

WARNING: Rating may change to "M" later on due to language and/or sexual tendencies.

Enjoy~

Chapter Ten

No Name

Eveena woke up the next morning, rising from her bed and walking to the nearby bathroom. She turned on the light, squinting her eyes slightly as the brightness nearly blinded her. She turned on the faucet and let a handful of water pour into the palms of her hands. Peering up into the mirror, she examined her facial features: soft skin, a small nose, long scarlet hair that ended a few inches below her waistline, three freckles on each cheek, red lipstick that surprisingly remained on her lips. Eyes that were full of all different kinds of emotions. Different kinds of tears, old or new. She splashed her face with warm water and breathed heavily. "One... Two... Three... Four..." She counted and turned off the light, walking back towards her room, taking slow steps in the hallway. "Five... Six... Seven... Eight..." She rounded the corner and entered her room, staring at her empty bed and cursing herself for yearning to see Rick's sleeping body under the covers. She turned her back to her bed and sat upon the sheets. "Nine... Ten.." She opened her eyes and stared at the floor. "You will not let him take control of your feelings and your emotions. You are stronger than this." She breathed in and out several times before clapping twice and standing up again, walking towards her closet and opening it. She reached for a dress that had a white torso with a red outline down the middle. At the waist, there was a tan, wrap-around bow in the center that was small and minute. Right underneath the bow, there was the skirt of the dress, which was long and slightly wavy. It ended just above her ankles and on her feet she wore red high heels. She then picked up a bucket, a small shovel, and a white gardening hat. Placing the hat upon her head, she then walked out of her room, downstairs, and out of her house door towards her gardens. Sitting on her knees while the skirt of her dress fanned out along her legs like a red blanket, she began to dig the flowers out of the soil and place them in the green bucket. She could hear them crying, begging for water. Her eyes brimmed with tears and she spoke to them, forcing a smile. "No worries. I'll give you all a life's supply of water when I'm done."

"Who are you talking to?" Jerry's voice was full of confusion.

Eve looked up at him. "The flowers. They need water. They're in pain." She then proceeded with digging up the flowers, not waiting for a response.

"Oh, I get it. You know, you don't have to mistake the voices in your head for flowers."

She paused. "Voices... In my head?" She set the shovel down.

Jerry stammered. "I-I mean.. Well, they may not be voices, but I was just guessing because most mental patients suffer from that kind of thing. If they are voices, it's not your fault. We'll get you all the help you need."

"I need... Help?" Her eyes brimmed with new tears.

"W-Wait! I didn't mean to offend you or anything! I just... Well..."

She closed her eyes, mentally counting to ten.

Jerry sighed. "I'll... I'll just go."

She heard his footsteps fade away, but his words never left her mind. Voices in her head... Needing help... Mental Patient...? Was that why they came back so quickly? Is that why they continued to stay with her?

••• Later That Day •••

At the dinner table, they all sat in silence. It seemed like they had nothing to talk about nowadays. Nowadays all they could do was make sure Eve didn't hurt herself or continue to find ways to find Rick's location with their space phone. If anyone could get Eve back to the way she used to be, it was Rick. They listened to her stories about she and Rick's time together. They knew that Rick was never really any good at expressing his true feelings because of the way people treated him. But, whenever he was with Eve, he'd express everything and anything with her. He told her that he has always been uncertain with her, and that was what he loved about her. He told her that he was always afraid of truly being with her because he was scared he'd ruin everything. Apparently, Eve used to have a bad condition that limited her body operations as well as her immune system functioning. She couldn't be outside in intense heat or else she'd fall into a week-long series of high fevers, coughing fits, and severe dehydration. Her immune system was fragile and her body was weak. However, as she got older it started to fade away and it failed didn't stop her from living her life the way she wanted to. She still walked outside and still harvested plants. She stated that the drink in his flask was the first drink she and him drank together: Scotch Whiskey. She also explained to them that their time together was on and off in their early ages because Eve was going to therapy or she was too sick to attend school. They first met in the snow, ages five and four. Then, in grade school, ages seven and eight. During that time, Eve was seeking help from a psychiatrist after having night terrors and hallucinations of dead animals after her cat passed away. After that, they met in middle school, ages twelve and thirteen. Then, in high school, ages seventeen and eighteen. During that stretch of time, Eve was sick and she was also bounced around from mental home to mental home, trying to get treatment for the voices in her head that insisted she kill her father for abandoning her and her mother. Lastly, they met up with one another outside of college. He was working on something in a science lab, and she was heading towards her new job at a nearby library. When they looked at each other, it felt like a fire erupted. It felt like an explosion bounced around in her chest. To this day, she'll never know why she chose to look inside of that room. It was almost as if she'd be regretting something for an eternity if she didn't. He was caught off guard and an explosion from his experiment erupted. Without a word, she reached her hand out to help him up, with his now spiky hair that made her smile for an unknown reason. The first words he said to her were: "What's that for? Care to lead me to Paradise, my lady?" Her heart fluttered, but she managed a laugh. They introduced themselves, and Rick asked her why she didn't have a last name. Her response was: "Well, perhaps if the right man decides to lead me to Paradise I'll have one, Mr. Sanchez." Anyone could see his blush from a mile away. He then responded with: "We'll see, now won't we?" She answered his question with: "I'm sure we will." Afterwards, he asked her to have a drink, and she agreed. That was where she had her first drink with a childhood friend, a highschool sweetheart, her future husband. He then promised her that he'd see her again, and seemed to disappear for about a week. During that time, she focused on reading books and considered becoming a novelist. But, he came back like he promised. She was sitting at the town's botanical garden reading a romance novel, when Rick sat by her. He looked into her eyes and he said: "It's been a while, hasn't it, No Name?" That was his nickname for her until they got married, and it made her laugh every time.

It wasn't Rick that made her crazy. She was already that way. It was what she was exposed to, what she grew up with, and how many buttons were pushed before she broke. Rick was the only thing that lightened her life. Now, she had their grandchildren, her daughter, and her son-in-law here with her. She had to make the best of it, despite her suspicions. Was she crazy? Did she really need help? No. They were family. They'd never do that to her. Right? They loved her, didn't they? Or were they just afraid of her? Were they afraid of her mentally collapsing one day? Was that why they stayed with her? Because they were keeping watch for the psychopath who would snap at any-

No. Stop it. One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eight... Nine... Ten. Jumping to conclusions is bad for you. You are stronger than this. It was then that she took a deep breath and picked up her wine glass, staring at it for a while before taking a sip. She was barely able to swallow before Emma sped over to her at an immense speed and injected an orange liquid into her ankle.

There was an eerie, hair-raising silence.

It was then that Eve began to tremble uncontrollably and hyperventilate. She then screamed shrilly, clawing at her ankle and crying in pain as her nails pierced her skin. She fell out of her seat, scratching her bloodied ankle. She bammed her fists on it, hit her leg on the marble floor, did anything and everything to try to rip her ankle apart.

Summer shot out of her seat, covering her mouth with shivering hands.

Morty's eyes brimmed with tears and he stood there, frozen in fear. "Oh crap.. Oh jeez.."

Beth and Jerry stood, holding her back and struggling when Eve began to kick and scream in panic and fear. Her screaming and crying merged together and Beth's own eyes began to brim with tears. "Mom! Mom, please calm down! It's okay!" Her attention then turned to Emma, her eyes filling with hatred."What did you do?! WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

Emma remained silent, the pink line flat and straight. It was almost as if she'd shut down.

Tears of anger and fear and panic streamed down her cheeks. "ANSWER ME!" Her attention then focused on Eve after another moment of silence from Emma. "Please, it's gonna be okay!" Her grip on her tightened when Eve suddenly went limp. "Mom..? MOM!"

Summer glared at Emma. "What the hell did you inject her with?!"

Emma spoke. "Brain and body paralyzing and numbing serum fully exposed." There were a few beeps. "Contacting Albert Jones, owner of Soul's Asylum, for the receiving of committed patient Eveena Sanchez."

Morty's eyes widened. "What?! Why?! She-she didn't do anything!"

Summer leaped in front of the tiny robot, shielding Eve. "No! You can't send her back there! It's not her fault!"

Beth held her mother close, peering at her ankle closely. There was... A flickering, radiant orange glow that seemed to be gyrating from within the skin of her ankle, the exact same place where Emma injected that same orange serum. She then noticed how she flipped out immediately after she was injected with it. Then, she remembered how she began to cry and scream, "What did I do?!" after she was injected with the blue serum the other day when Beth told her about Rick. "The kids are right. It's not my mom. I'll admit, a part of her is off the deep end, but these injections and crap are only making it worse. She needs help and comfort, not strange fluids that mess with her nervous system."

"Although, I must inform you that those 'strange fluids' are the only things keeping your mother alive." A man who was being accompanied by two rather buff men in suits walked into the dining room from the front entrance. His suit itself was gray and dull, and his eyes narrowed in disgust when they fell upon Eve. "That's my patient, I do believe."

Beth glared at him. "I do believe you're ordering your little robots to inject your already mental patient with serums that completely ruin the rest of her mental state. My mother needs professional help from a real psychologist. Not some low-life who's obsessed with making money off of injecting nerve-damaging serums into mentally ill people!"

Albert Jones stared at her, amused at her remark. He then straightened his tie. "With all due respect, Mrs. Smith, the way I run my asylum is none of your business nor concern." With a simple nod from Albert, the two henchmen grabbed Eve by each arm, pulling her from Beth and Jerry's grasp. "With a couple more tests, she should revert back to her original self. She'll be returned within a few weeks or so."

Beth ran up to Eve, holding her close. "N-No! Please! Please don't take her! I'm begging you! I'll pay you all the money we have! Please! You can't take her! I'll do anything! I swear on my life! We'll take care of her here! She'll n-never act out again as long as she's with us and as long as I don't bring up my father. PLEASE DON'T TAKE HER FROM ME!"

Albert spoke, his voice flat and insincere. "Your mother's mental illness affects her thinking, concentration, and communication. She's suffering from a panic disorder, severe depression, and paranoia. She's obviously not fit to be in a stable environment, not to mention around children." He gestured to Summer and Morty. "You can visit her any time you'd like. However, she will not come home until she is fully functional." He turned, then paused and looked at Beth. "Oh, and it's not me nor your mother whom you should be upset with. Who's the man who left her and their own child, and who's the main one who caused her insanity to develop?" He then peered over at Summer. "Think about that before you try to invite Mr. Sanchez back into her life." Without another word, he walked outside of the house, accompanied by the two men who carried Eveena out.

They all stood there, defeated.

Beth stared at the back of Albert's head with blistering rage. No. She just got her mother back. They weren't going to take her away. She needed help. And she knew exactly where to get it. It was then that she peered over at Summer. "Sweetie, give me that space phone."

••• Northern Muskegon, Earth Dimension C 137 •••

A green portal zapped in between a garden full of lush grass and blooming fuchsias.

Squanchy huffed out a sigh of relief, beaming up at the glimmering stars that suffused underneath the pale moonlight. "Finally! It's about time, eh Rick?" When he heard no response, he looked up at him.

Rick's eyes were glued to the ground as an uneasy gaze was stuck to his face. This shouldn't have happened. Squanchy shouldn't have sneaked him out of prison. They shouldn't have traveled to every dimension where he and Eve met each other for the first time in the snow as children, only to result in failing to find Earth Dimension C 137. They shouldn't have traveled to every single Dimension PARADISE, the realm where Eve ventured off to in her dreams, only to end up not finding her because she was finally awake. They shouldn't have went through every dimension where Eve was a committed patient of Soul's Asylum, only to end up not even finding the right Eve. His Eve: Earth Eve from Earth Dimension C 137. The Evest Eve. The only Eve he couldn't help falling for all over again. Now, they were traveling to every Northern Muskegon, 2488 Euphoria Bend, the location of Eve's newfound home. He's been convincing himself for so long that this was just a lovesick crush, mainly because he was terrified of letting her in. He was scared of hurting a beautiful... Enchanting ... Breathtaking woman like Eveena. Whether he liked it or not, they were here, back in Earth Dimension C 137. He couldn't turn away now, but that didn't stop him from being afraid of damaging her more than he already has. He must have had a nervous expression on his face, because when Squanchy spoke to him his voice was full of worry.

"Are you alright, Rick?"

Rick was originally going to say he was fine and bottle it all up. But, Squanchy was the closest thing to a friend he had right now. He took a long pause before speaking. "I-I can't do this, Squanchy. I can't hurt her again." There was a vigorous hint of upcoming tears in his voice. "When I saw her on those restraints, all tied up like some animal, I knew that this was all because of me. I turned her into this. This is all my fault. I love her, though. I've never stopped loving her. But, I can't see her like this. Me barging into her life will only ruin her. She'd fall apart if she saw me. I ruined the only woman I've ever fallen in love with... She-She won't even recognize me, will she?" He broke down towards the end of his sentence, sitting on a bench and wiping away fresh tears, only to have new ones spiral down his cheeks.

Squanchy sat on the bench with him, patting his back. After a while he spoke. "You're overthinking things because you're nervous about seeing her again, and you're also panicking. Is it your fault she fell into a deep case of depression? Yes, but there's nothing you can do about that now. She went insane for a different reason altogether. There's nothing you can do about that either. Now listen. Do you truly love her, or do you just want to feel that little spark you had between each other?"

Rick glared at him, offended. "Of course I love her. If all I-" He belched. "-wanted was a spark, I'd go back to Unity. With Eveena, it's different. With her, it's not a damn spark at all. It's a flame that never dies out unless I'm away from her. But, as soon as I take just one fucking look at her, it starts back again. My brain waves run haywire when I'm with her and I'm not certain for what feels like ages. When she smiles, my heart melts. When she talks, it's like I get high off her voice. When she looks at me, I get lost in her eyes and I never wanna be found. When she cries, I feel like my life just got sucked out of me. I felt this exact same way when I saw her for the first time. And, I still feel this way now. Yes, I truly love her. I'm crazy about her. She's my everything. I do love her, I just.." He remained silent, unable to announce his fear of losing her because of himself. Because of the man he's become.

Squanchy stared at him sadly. "Look, you love her right? Tell her you're sorry, and mean it. You may not want to admit it, but it's honestly the best you can do at this point."

Rick looked back down at the ground. Squanchy did have a point. He was just... Petrified that she wouldn't forgive him.

••• To Be Continued •••

Well, that's all for now. Yes it was long but it was worth the read, right? Anywho, there is chapter ten. Stay tuned for more of Rick and Eve's Paradise as the pieces begin to slowly join back together again. Farewell, fellow readers~