Myra's silvery eyes watched the odd boy across the street, from her front lawn. She was sitting on the grass with her books and dolls; trying to pretend to read; just in case her mother caught her looking at the 'strange boy across the street' again.

He had a eccentric assortment of tools sprawled over his front driveway, his hands working frantically as he pulled a welding mask down over his face. Myra shielded her eyes as the blinding sparks began to flash as he started to meld the metal together. Sheer fascination tingled her skin as she watched him work; his eyes full of a frenzied obsession she had never seen on an adult, let alone a boy of her age.

Myra had moved to the neighbourhood a week before; her parents were wealthy, beyond reason, and had believed that it was within her best interest to attend the best school the county had to offer.

So, they had sold their large estate and moved to a rich, little suburbia, not too far from where her prestigious school was located; within walking distance- if they were ever so inclined to let her do something as ghastly and destitute as walking anywhere. Especially when they had a pretentious car to show off to the citizens of their new town. Her parents absolutely loved rubbing their wealth in everyone's face.

Myra shook her head at the thought, and glimpsed up at the boy again. The first time she had seen him, she had though he was a little peculiar. As she had watched him more and more; she had become utterly fascinated with his strange, bluish hair and slender frame as he created strange, little… things.

For she had no idea what to call them, other than that; things.

She had wondered what their purpose was; what their functionality could possibly be- and what drove this boy to want to build and create them out of garbage he had found. He was seemingly obsessed with creating things and Myra wanted to share in his passion for crafting.

She placed the book, she was holding in front of her face, aside. She stood up and gently brushed her floral blue dress off and started walking towards the path. Today was the day she would find out; she was going to ask him what he was doing. Myra glimpsed over her shoulder to her house; making sure her mother wasn't watching from the window before she set off towards the boy, making sure to watch out for traffic as she crossed the road.

Myra stepped up onto the sidewalk behind the boy and stood still, her eyes wandered over the little contraption he was tinkering with. He was hunched over as he tapped it on the pavement several times, as though to bump something into place.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

The boy jumped, clearly surprised by her sudden appearance.

"Fuck!" he cursed and glared at her in annoyance, "You should really wear a bell or something- y-you can't sneak up on a man when he's working on shit!"

"You swore!" Myra covered her mouth in shock, "You can't swear!"

"I can do whatever the fuck I want." The boy grumbled, his face contorting in anger- his monobrow furrowing as he glared at her. "You're the new neighbour's kid?" He was frowning at her.

She nodded her head, "I am Myra Mortimer."

He pulled a disgusted face, "Y-your parents must hate you to name you something like that." He peered up at her with a realisation, "I-I know- I'll call you Morty; short for Mortimer…." He was grinning, "Yeah, I like the sound of that… Morty, Morty… Mmmmmooooooorrrrttttyyy!"

She frowned at him, "But my name is Myra." She was intrigued by his use of language, and by his slight stutter.

"D-don't be a dumbass, Morty." He was grinning as he wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, leaving a trial of black grease. He stood up and gestured to the thing he held in his hand, "This is my newest invention, Morty!" He grinned, "I call it the Zapper."

Myra frowned at it, looking at the crude welding and wiring handiwork; it certainly looked like it would zap someone.

"That's interesting, I guess." Myra frowned, "You know; you are, kind of, a mean person."

The boy shrugged, "I don't give a shit. Wanna help me test this thing out?" He grinned eagerly as he held the little contraption towards her.

Myra shrugged, "Ok." It was curiosity that had killed the cat, after all.

He grinned at her, "My name is Rick, by the way. Rick Sanchez" He held out his hand and she shook it; albeit timidly.

Rick let go of her hand and suddenly pressed the Zapper against her shoulder; she felt a surge of electricity run through her body- setting her nerves aflame with agonising pain. She collapsed in a writhing heap as she lost control of her own appendages. Her body twitched uncontrollably and she let out a little yelp.

Rick laughed in delight, "Woah, it works!" He laughed maniacally.

Myra stopped writhing after several moments and burst into tears as she sat up, "Why did you do that to me?" she whimpered between sobs. She wiped her eyes, glaring at him, "You made me cry!"

Rick knelt down next to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, "I-I'm sorry; but it was better you than me. I'll tell you what- you can give me a zap now, if it will make you feel better?" He held the zapper out in an open palm towards her with a smile.

Myra snatched it off him before he could change his mind and pressed the button as she thrust it against his arm.

Rick whimpered with a strange, involuntary noise and fell to the ground. His body jerked around as it had a fit, caused by the electric energy.

Myra grinned as she stood over him, suddenly delighted by the instant Karma she had dished out.

"I was joking!" Rick scowled after his body stopped jerking around, "But I-I guess that makes us even." He leapt to his feet and stared at her with a smirk, "You're kinda cool, I guess."

"Myra Alexis Mortimer!"

Myra's head whipped around as she stared at her furious mother across the road. She looked completely beside herself with anger; her hands were on her hips and her beautiful face was contorted in rage; turning redder by the second, "Get away from that boy!"

"Oops; l-looks like you're in trouble, Morty. See ya around?" Rick snickered and grinned devilishly as Myra turned towards her mother.

"Maybe." Myra said in a low tone as she quickly hurried across the street. She buried her face behind a curtain of black hair as she scampered towards her angry mother.

Despite the fact he was extremely mean and rude, Myra had liked Rick from that day on. She became interested in science and becoming as smart as him; though that was impossible – there was never going to be anyone as smart as Rick Sanchez.

Nothing would ever stop their misadventures; it was going to be 'Rick and Morty' forever. At least, that had been their original plan.

Myra's icy silver eyes traced the front door to the house in disbelief. It was so disgustingly and unbelievably quaint. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously at the notion.

When she had heard rumours, through the extensive grapevine, that the fabled Rick Sanchez had returned to a domestic life; she had nearly keeled over in a fit of laughter.

She had been adamant that there was a mistake; there was no way in hell Dianne's husband would ever, willingly, return to a family life. The mere thought was comedic on its own, let alone the fact that Myra had gone through the trouble of tracking down his daughter's address. She had to see it with her own two eyes.

She pressed the doorbell with a single, bony finger and listened to the lacklustre chime as she paused in anticipation. From recollection, Dianne and Rick had a single daughter and two grandchildren. Their daughter was named Beth; that much Myra could remember- though the names of the two grandchildren had seemingly slipped her mind over the years.

A frown curved her mouth as the door opened, revealing a teenage girl with red hair and a fair complexion. She cocked an eyebrow as she looked Myra up and down; visibly judging the older woman before her.

"Hello?" The girl asked in a questioning tone, "Can I help you?"

Myra was baffled by the girl's confused tone. It almost sounded as if she had never had a normal interaction with a visitor before. Though, she didn't doubt that was exactly the reason for the girl's demeanour; normal was not possible with Rick Sanchez in your life.

"Hello." Myra attempted to smile as she looked at the younger girl, "I would like to see your grandfather please; would you be a dear and go fetch him- tell him it's his childhood friend." Myra stepped inside, shoving past the girl to enter. The youth closed the door behind her.

She peered around the entrance, spotting a staircase to the right and a dining room to her left. Straight head she could just glimpse a loungeroom; everything looked tediously normal. It even smelt homely and inviting; genuinely the last place she had ever pictured Rick living.

The girl frowned at her, her eyes were full of seething annoyance, "Childhood friend?" She asked with a frown momentarily, before a sudden smirk began to curve her mouth, "You'd have to be what… thirty years old?" The girl chortled to herself.

Myra resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the comment she had heard throughout her entire adult life, before she smirked back at the girl, "Just go fetch your grandfather; you can ask him the story."

The girl didn't budge from where she was standing, "GRANDPA RICK! THERE'S SOME STRANGE WOMAN HERE TO SEE YOU!" She shouted and Myra winced as her ears began to ring.

"Charming." Myra blinked and looked about, "I'm sure a foghorn would have done the trick nicely too." She heard a commotion to the left, past the dining room as a door burst open.

Even though it had been at least thirty years since Myra had last laid eyes on him; she could still see her childhood friend as she looked at Rick. He had aged surprisingly well; a little unbelievably well if Myra didn't know any better.

"W-what the hell are you yelling about, Summer?" Rick barked in irritation, before his eyes wandered to Myra. "Holy shit." He muttered, his expression going momentarily blank as he stared at her, almost in disbelief, "Y-you diabolical bitch!" he was grinning suddenly as he strode forward.

Myra's eyes briefly darted to a younger teenage boy in a yellow shirt, who had suddenly appeared behind Rick. He looked slightly anxious and jittery as he watched his grandfather.

"I thought you were dead!" Rick was laughing as he clapped Myra on the back roughly.

Myra grinned back at him, "Sorry to disappoint, but I am very much alive." She smirked.

"I had Beth name my grandson af…after you!" Rick roared in laughter.

"What?" the boy was frowning suddenly.

"What?" Myra pitched in, "Surely she didn't name him Myra?"

"Don't be an id…iot, Morty!" He belched; completely beside himself with laughter as he slapped her on the back again.

"What's going on here?" The teenage girl was frowning at them with an odd expression. She was looking back and forward between Rick and Myra.

Rick took a moment to compose himself, before he cleared his throat and gestured to Myra with a slight smile, "Summer, Morty; this is Myra Mortimer; we kind of…. Grew up together…. I guess?" He was shrugging suddenly as he looked at Myra with a questioning glance.

"That sounds adequate." She nodded dismissively.

"What- then how are you like thirty years old?" Summer asked in disbelief.

"T-that was, umm, my fault." Rick said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"You see, I went to college," Myra began.

"Like a complete sell-out." Rick interrupted bitterly.

"And studied theoretical sciences."

"Because she's an idiot." Rick interrupted again, "long story short, I-I m…may or may not have tested a-a prototype of my portal gun on her and sh-she may or may not have be…been affected by said test, in a biophysical manner."

"Meaning that his prototype gun was more of an 'anti-aging' gun, than a device that would tear holes through space and time." Myra interjected and glared at Rick.

"I also got her kicked out of college." Rick grinned, "H-how awesome is that."

"You BLEW up the laboratory!" Myra grumbled and folded her arms across her chest irritably.

"Oh my god… so she is actually someone who knows… like, pretty much everything about you?" Summer was grinning suddenly, "Give us some dirt!"

"Yeah, y-y-you must have a million humiliating things y-you could tell us about Rick!" Morty chimed in.

Myra smirked darkly as she glanced a suddenly nervous-looking Rick.

"Bad idea." He frowned, "Seriously; you ev…even think about it I-I-I will cut you."

Myra grinned at him, "I think we both know that is physically impossible."

Rick frowned and brushed past her into the dining room, stepping through into the garage "W-why did you come to my lame-ass daughter's h…home anyway?" He belched, cutting in before she could say anything further.

Myra shrugged and followed, peering around the eerily homely house with little interest. She stared about the garage, where he had stored a bunch of his science junk. This was slightly more like what she had been expecting. She didn't doubt he had built some sort of lair underneath the house as well.

"I heard whispers that you had returned to play grandfather." She said dismissively, glancing over her shoulder as Summer and Morty appeared behind her.

"You two dipshits go play elsewhere." Rick frowned at them, "Let Morty and I catch up."

"But grandpa Rick this is the first time we've me…" Summer was cut off as a large bubble suddenly enveloped her and her brother. Rick pressed the button to open the garage door and they floated away.

"Maybe you should call me Myra; you know to save the confusion?" She suggested as Rick pressed the button again to close the garage door.

Rick frowned, "Yeah, whatever; in all serious…ness what are you doing here?"

"Do I need reasons to want to visit someone I once considered my best friend?" Myra frowned, "I'm sorry for wanting to reconnect, after all this time."

Rick glared at her, "T-that's why it's so suspicious; it's been decades." He whirled around towards his workbench, suddenly angry as he reached inside his coat pocket and withdrew a flask. He took a swig, "Surely you and Roberto have built quite the life together." The name seemed to roll out of his mouth like a bad taste.

"Rob and I never became a thing. I'm not currently married, nor have I been; and I certainly have no intention to…. ever." Myra frowned, "But I do have a son."

"Must be nice." Rick muttered bitterly, turning his back completely to her as he knelt down to rummage through his cupboards.

Myra reached inside her jacket pocket and snatched something out. She placed it on the workbench, "I also came to give you this back." She said, glimpsing down at the portal gun he had given her decades before. "I used it quite extensively before I had my son." She shrugged "I thought you might want it back."

Rick peered at it from where he was crouched and then turned back to the cupboards with a frown, "I-it was a gift- you should keep it." He pulled something out of the cupboard and grinned, "I knew I-I still had this th…thing somewhere." He burped and lifted it into the air to show her, "Remember this thing?"

Myra stared at the contraption in disbelief, "Graduation day; you made all the popular kids burst out into disco moves." She remembered fondly "those assholes certainly had it coming." She smiled at Rick, "Why'd you keep that thing?"

Rick shrugged, "My little mem…memento of being kicked out of school." He smirked and pulled an entire box out of the cupboard, "I kept a crapload of those early inventions."

Her eyes ran over the inventions within the box, each new item bought a surge of a memory forward. She smiled, "those were certainly the days." She laughed, "you know, before you knocked Dianne up."

Rick frowned, "Yeah." He stood up, appearing almost absent-minded as he glanced towards the door, "Hey sweetie, when did you get home?" His mouth curved into a pleasant smile.

Myra turned and saw an adult Beth smiling as she glanced back and forward between her father and Myra.

"About two minutes ago; heard you talking to someone." Beth said, her eyes narrowing towards Myra, "Wow, you look really familiar."

"Well, she should; I-I mean she hasn't physically aged a single day since the last time you saw her; w-when you were about…eight?" Rick shrugged, "But for reintroductions, Beth this is Myra, Myra – Beth."

"So, I do know you?" Beth asked, with a confused smile.

"Yes, I used to visit all the time, when you were a child." Myra smiled pleasantly. She was slightly taken-aback by her striking resemblance to her mother, "You've grown into a beautiful woman."

Beth chuckled slightly, "Why thank you." She said, lapping the compliment up, "You're not so bad yourself."

"C-careful sweetie; Myra takes compliments extremely s…seriously. She came from a wealthy family where praise and approval was far and in-between."

Beth shot Myra a slightly shocked glance.

Myra shrugged, "He's not wrong."

"But still… Dad you shouldn't speak about a long-time friend like that; especially while they are standing right next to you." Beth frowned at her father.

"We are far beyond the fake pleasantness," Myra shrugged, "We know we can be literal with each other."

Beth frowned and glanced back and forward, "So… you two have known each other a REALLY long time, haven't you?"

"Since we were six." Rick shrugged.

Beth suddenly seemed to perk up more, "So, will you be staying with us?"

Myra glanced at Rick, "Actually I'm staying at a run-down motel, in town, for a week; I just wanted to drop by to catch-up with your father for a little bit before I return home."

Rick frowned at her, "You should stay here; I-I mean it'll be better than a shitty motel." He turned to Beth, "Th-that'll be ok, won't it sweetie?"

Beth was smiling, "It's perfectly fine, Dad." She smirked, "I'm certain that Myra has a lot of stories she can share."

Rick started to ignore her, "Hope you bought your shit with you." He said, glancing at Myra.

"My shit is in the car out front." Myra nodded.

"L-let me help you with said shit, then." Rick said, still actively trying to ignore Beth who was staring at him, from the doorway, with a smug grin.

"Guess I will just go get things sorted in the kitchen then." Beth smirked as Rick pressed the button to open the garage door.

Rick was frowning as he walked Myra to the silver Benz she had rented, "I-I apologise in advance for my lame-ass family." He grumbled irritably.

Myra reached into her coat pocket and withdrew a set of keys with a shrug, "Honestly none of this is what I ever pictured for you; but its surprisingly… interesting, to say the least." She smiled, popping the car boot with the key button, "Certainly beats single-motherhood."

"Y-y-you were a single mother?" Rick frowned at her, "Geez, certainly thought you'd snag some pompous asshole along the way."

Myra snorted, "relationships were never my forte."

"I hear that." Rick smirked as he heaved her suitcase out of the boot. "So… a son?" Rick probed, "W-what kind o…of name did you give the poor bastard?"

Myra closed the boot and they headed back towards the garage. "Benedict, though he prefers Ben" She replied with a shrug.

"Poor, innocent, bastard." Rick shook his head with a smirk, "He didn't stand a chance."

Myra rolled her eyes, "You named your daughter Beth, of all things."

Rick laughed, "H-hey I had Dianne chewing my ass the whole time; y-you didn't have a guy telling you all your names were lame." He smirked, "t-there's no excusing your poor name-choices."

Myra snorted and muttered in a low, devious tone, "I snuck a 'dick' into his name!"

Rick shrugged and grinned wider, "I-it's kind of a long-shot, but I'll accept it!"

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