Chapter 20

Resolution

After the hard crash of reality, Scar Rick left to get you more food and report in that he was still trying to locate you. A part of you wanted to charge in head first with a large gun and obliterate her. Rational thought convinced you that since it had never went well in the past, you shouldn't try it again. You did spend your time going through all the pieces of machinery and wire to start assembling a weapon in case you were met with resistance upon leaving. Leaving, however, would be more difficult than first imagined. If you left the cargo ship, there was nowhere to go in this dimension. You needed to get back to yours; well to your second one. You needed a portal gun, but not one of hers… one of your own.

As Scar Rick enters the room, you hear him silently curse under his breath as you watch him carefully step around the scavenged pieces littering the ground. Watching him walk about made you realize that he was favoring one side, gripping the side of his stomach and grunting when he had to lift his foot higher. You watch him cross the room, set down a tray of food and then work his way to sit carefully on the nearby couch. Without a word you pounce on the couch, yank up his shirt and exhale when you see the poorly bandaged gash across his side. The blood was already soaking through as you carefully remove the bandage and toss it aside. Scar Rick cursed but leaned back to give you better access. The gash was deep enough to require stitches but with none nearby you had to find another way to close the wound or risk infection. Quickly you leave to gather combustible supplies and rip up sheets for another bandage. Rummaging through cabinets you find clear alcohol and you run back to the couch. Setting the supplies along the ground, you pull Scar Rick's legs to get him laid out along the couch.

"Are you trained for this?" He replies in a grumble.

"Shut the fuck up. Fucking paramedic reject… does he want you to get an infection… not even stitches… fucking asshole…" you grumble more and then add, looking in his eyes, "this is going to hurt. A lot!" You pull out the alcohol, take a swig yourself and then pour it over the wound. Scar Rick yells out a curse but keeps his body under control as you lean down to get the other fluids. Quickly you pour one green liquid and one yellow liquid across the wound and set it on fire to cauterize the area. Again Scar Rick yells out but this time his mid-section raises until the fire goes out. As you start to wrap the wound with the sheet bandage, you notice that he is stiff with desire. You remember what he told you about the twisting of pleasure and pain and ignore what you see.

"Shit… that burned like a motherfucker!" He panted out.

"To answer your question… no I'm not a medic. I'm field trained. Had to do this for so many soldiers… I should get my medical degree." You take another swig from the alcohol and offer it to him.

"You've treated other soldiers? You've commanded soldiers?" He questions as he takes a longer swig.

"Yeah… we fought against the Galactic Federation. Helped anyone who wanted to fight instead of cow down to the wishes and desires of others. Provided supplies, weapons, training, and in most cases, tactical leadership. That was my area. Tactics." You see Scar Rick smirk, "don't laugh asshole. I know it's funny right now because I'm captured… But I use to lead troops against all kinds of odds and survived. This is just another field test…"

"I noticed the bastardized weapons forming on the ground. You did all that?"

"Yep. Why? Your Tess can't do this?"

"Her name is not Tess." Scar Rick says sternly.

"No?" You stop cleaning up and look at Rick. You just assumed.

"Kat'Rin. That's all their names. You are the only Tess." He looks directly at you, studying your reaction. It actually makes things better, you admit to yourself. A good way to distance yourself from the craziness that this version of you seems to enjoy.

"Are they all like her then?" You ask silently, afraid of the answer.

"Yes. All of them. I've been fucked over one too many times by the dupes. They are all manipulative bitches who see Ricks as tools because they have a power over them." He sits up straighter, turning from side to side to test out the area.

"Why does she even need a Rick?"

"Because honey, she's not smart. She needs Ricks to create and invent. In that aspect, she does not compare to you at all…" Scar Rick grabs your hand gently and pulls you to sit next to him on the couch. You look directly at him, relieved that the bleeding stopped and that he had finally stopped playing games with you.

"That wound… I recognize the claw marks. The scratches are larger than the ones I first saw on the cargo doors. I guess she kept the beast? Did she not like your answer?" Your voice is quiet as you place a hand against the wound. Scar Rick raises your chin to pull you into a kiss; barely a touch of lips against yours.

"Yeah… Nothing I'm not use to hun. Don't worry." You noticed something sad in his voice. You couldn't help it. You lean in against him and kiss him deeper, holding on to his face and then wrapping your fingers in his hair. A groan escapes as you smile, remembering that he liked when you did that before. "You… why not you first?"

"You said you saw me fight," you decide to change the subject, "thought I was like her and then created a portal to save me… Explain more please." Scar Rick lets out a large sigh then begins.

"I was ordered to watch you. Saw your race attack. Saw you fight, and honestly I have never seen Kat'Rin fight. She has others fight for her. You amazed me and intrigued me. I thought you were worth saving so I created a portal as you were falling from a space ship you were attacking… bare handed, mind you. Took me a while to find out what dimension you landed in. Then I was ordered to retrieve you. When I saw you… I couldn't help myself. I've been without for so long… strung along on her twisted games… I wanted to claim what was mine. I wanted to…" He shook his head then continued. "I kissed you and knew it was not the same. I… I… fuck, I wanted you. I thought you were manipulating me; twisting my mind. I thought you were forcing me to feel that way. But… but you weren't." Scar Rick lets go of you and raises off the couch, walking towards the window. "This was a bad idea. We need to get you out of here now."

"Yeah… got an energy source for a portal gun laying around?" He turns to look at you with a wicked grin.

"Why yes honey, I do…"