A few months passed with a relatively low drama ratio.

Much to Rick's disgust, Myra was still seeing Roberto… for the most part, anyway. The shrink had a rather bland personality; he wasn't exactly life of the party material. To Rick he seemed somewhat spineless; ready to leap if Myra so much as hinted that he should.

He didn't quite understand what she saw in him; he was too eager to please her. Boy, was he pussy-whipped.

"I got the extra spicy…err.. stuff…" Roberto said, motioning to the baskets of food he was carrying towards their booth.

The four of them were on yet another double-date; mostly due to Roberto and Diane being rather insistent they were great. Rick definitely preferred the unhindered 'Rick and Morty' time, rather than Diane and Roberto being their natural buzzkill selves. Well, mostly Roberto; Diane was pregnant so it was kind of understandable.

"The Gnooch!" Myra looked rather pleased with herself as he sat the basket of meaty-looking pieces in front of her, "Thanks, Rob."

"After all of these months, it's still really hard to wrap my head around this whole… alien thing." Rob let out a nervous chuckle as he motioned to the alien restaurant around them and took his seat, next to Myra.

"You'll get used to it." Diane said with a smile, "These two take far more acclimatisation, however." She gestured to Rick and Myra.

"Speak for yourself." Myra muttered low enough for Rick to catch.

He glimpsed sideways at Diane, who was either ignoring her, or blissfully unaware of Myra's sarcastic jab.

"Morty and I have torn up so m-much alien ass, over the years… i-in many different ways… This place seems rather dull, wouldn't you agree?" He turned his gaze to Myra who was tearing into the meat like a ravenous carnivore.

"Sure." She spluttered with a mouthful of food, and shrugged her shoulders slightly. She swallowed her food and grinned, "Good thing we came here, though… boy have I been craving this shit!" She grinned, motioning to the meat, "My butthole is going to hate me later, though."

Rick let out a boisterous laugh at her comment; it was true, the spice on the Gromflomite tenders definitely had rather unfortunate 'ring of fire' after effects.

"I have to ask." Roberto was staring up from his rather plain-looking meal, "You guys have this air of history between you; I know that you have known each other since you were kids… but was there ever…more?"

Diane suddenly choked on her drink, letting out a series of splutters.

Rick and Myra glanced at each other briefly.

"There was a time where we used to bang." Myra shrugged dismissively, "Nothing overly-exclusive. Friends with benefits arrangement; strictly business."

Roberto's expression went blank, momentarily before he laughed, "I guess that explains it, then!" He shrugged his shoulders, placing his arm around Myra's shoulders.

Rick could practically smell his sudden insecurity, despite his forced humour.

A sudden sense of delight swept over him.

"Y-yeah, we used to really get all up inside each other." Rick grinned, taking a sip of his drink, "surprised either of us has a-any pelvic floor control after the strenuous activities we used to…" He winced as Diane suddenly elbowed him rather sharply in the ribs.

He glanced side-long at her but she was putting on a joyfully unaware attitude.

"I mean, yeah…" Myra had raised an eyebrow at his sudden outburst, "But that was all so long ago… we realised the whole arrangement was impractical and you and Dee got together…" She said, pointing at Diane with a Gromflomite mandible.

Rick wanted to argue, though there was nothing to quarrel about; she was right.

"Can't believe y-you like eating those insect fucks." He muttered sourly instead, folding his arms defensively across his chest.

Myra had opened her mouth, no doubt to call him out on his hypocrisy, when there was a large explosion from the front of the building.

The restaurant was suddenly swarming with Gromflomite guards, clad in Federation armour.

"We have orders to blow this place sky high, for selling illegal products!" One of the senior officers shouted, suddenly dry-retching at the sight of a basket of Gromflomite bites on the counter.

Several other Gromflomites suddenly started to heave, losing the contents of their stomachs; disgusted by the food.

Myra and Rick leapt into action, grasping Diane and Roberto and huddling behind a booth chair.

"I thought you said this place was outside of Federal jurisdiction, Morty!" Rick snapped in an irritated tone.

"Oh so this is my fault?" Myra shot back, "As of yesterday, yes this place was outside of their fucking juicy haunches!"

Rick glared at her as she started reaching for her gun, her expression troubled. "What did you do?" He asked, his tone terse, "I thought you were over all of this pointless hero bullshit?" He slapped the gun out of her grasp as she finally had held of it.

She glared at him, "I happen to care about the greater good." She frowned, "I've never given up on that, you sour asswipe."

"Uhuh…" Rick rolled his eyes, "A-and this has absolutely nothing to do with the interstellar fame a-and glory that comes with pissing these guys off?" he asked, flicking a holoscreen, from his wristband, into her view with her wanted poster on it. "Large bounty you have on your head these days, Morty." He shook his head in annoyance, "Wanted DEAD, no less!"

"Jealous that mine is bigger than yours?" She smirked at him.

"Hardly." Rick frowned, although the thought had certainly crossed his mind.

"Listen, you are on a need to know basis and lately you haven't needed to know!" Myra hissed, peering out over the top of the seat at the Gromflomites, who were starting to loud the restaurant with explosives.

"Would have been nice to know before we moseyed on over here for a-a fucking stupid double date… no offence, Dee." He said, briefly glimpsing at Diane, who was frowning at him.

"Like I said, Sanchez… this place was clear of the fuckers, as of yesterday." Myra hissed, shaking her head, "There's too many of them…" She shot a portal at Diane's feet and she disappeared with a yelp. "not risking that."

Rick glared at her, before he withdrew his own portal gun, and shot it at Roberto's feet, who let out a similar yip as he sank inside.

"Probably for the best." Myra frowned and was about to shoot a portal at Rick, but he sprayed her with a squirt bottle he had taken from his pocket.

"Cut the shit, Morty." Rick frowned, "Now, i-it's just the two of us so…"

"Myra shield." Myra said, cocking her brow in amusement.

"Yeah." Rick smirked back at her.

Myra stood up and cleared her through noisily, drawing all of the Gromflomites attention. "Gentlemen; I can hardly have you guys blow this place to smithereens…" She grinned, eying the frog-like bartender, who was cowering behind the bar as the Gromflomite guards pointed their weapons at him, "Not when this place makes the most tender, succulent spiced Gromflomite bites…" She reached in to the basket of pieces on the table in front of her and started eating.

The guards heaved, clearly sickened.

"That's the Earth criminal Myra Mortimer!" one of the guards, with a stronger stomach shouted loudly, and began to open fire. The plasma blasts ricocheted off her skin and she grinned and started walking towards them slowly and menacingly.

Rick was behind her, aiming and firing at guards as she approached them.

The federation guards were all shooting, in a panicked frenzy as she neared them. She picked up one and tore him in half with her bare hands. He let out a terrified screech, both of his halves writing on the ground before he went still. The other guards started running for cover, squealing in terror.

A bigger, buff Gromflomite suddenly charged Myra, daggers in his hands. He slashed at her, and she blocked him with her forearms, letting out a sudden hiss as she grabbed him and slammed him into the ground with a sickening crunch.

"Nothing's working, NOTHING'S WORKING!" one shouted in panic as Myra grabbed his head in her hand and squeezed. It popped like a grape; blue blood splattered all over her.

"And to think, I dare to piss you off constantly!" Rick snickered, throwing a device on the ground in front of her, dabbing a dollop of Gromflomite blood on a small catchment compartment.

The device started glowing and humming, whistling a few moments later as missiles cascaded out of it, seeking out all of the Gromflomites within the room. They hit their marks with a fantastic array of explosions. Blood and viscera splattered and rained down everywhere.

Silence enveloped the entire room, before Rick let out a cackled, "That was too easy… I swear these assholes are getting dumber."

Myra had gone silent, she was glimpsing down at her hands and forearms.

Rick followed her gaze, seeing several bloody scratches.

They weren't getting dumber after all; they were starting to figure out ways through Myra's, once impervious, skin.


A couple of weeks of tension had put Myra more on edge than usual.

Sure, there was Roberto, who was trying his best to distract her from it all, but Myra couldn't let herself relax. No, she needed to spend some time away from Earth and draw the Federation's fury away from her home planet.

"I'll just be a week." She murmured, pacing her workshop as Roberto stared at her with a sullen expression, "Normally, I'd take the risk… but with Dee being pregnant with Sanchez spawn… I can't." She felt her brows pinch together.

"What exactly have you done?" Roberto frowned, "I mean, if those guys are going to hunt you to this planet…"

"I've killed a lot of their men, destroyed their hold on many planetary systems and sabotaged countless of their space fleets and stations." Myra muttered dismissively, "Oh I also tag-teamed their empress, with Sanchez, years back."

"You…" Roberto pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly trying to compose himself, "You two have really done some vile things, haven't you?"

"We did the customary thing and ate her head afterward." Myra shrugged her shoulders, "So, by their standards, we are quite cultured."

"This relationship is certainly… going to be interesting." Roberto sighed, "But I am willing to put in the work, if you are." He gave her a gentle, reassuring smile.

"Well… I haven't eaten your head, yet." Myra smirked back, "Don't worry, I'm not done with you..." She wandered over to Roberto, and gave him a comforting embrace, "To think, Sanchez only gave us a few months."

"I can see that." Roberto's expression dropped suddenly, "He's quite the competitive asshole."

"Oh?" Myra cocked her brow.

"The other day I went to the urinal, and he tried to have a literal pissing contest with me." Roberto winced at the thought, "He's obviously trying to prove something… and I can't say that I am a fan."

"To be fair, he tries to have a pissing contest with most people." Myra stated, "It's more of an initiation…"

"It's not just that, there was worm charming, the Bubble Baba challenge, not to mention the French kissing…" Roberto started.

"Ok, I get it; he has his insecurities." Myra chuckled and shrugged her shoulders, "But he's literally done all of those things with countless other people." She shrugged her shoulders, "He's probably just trying to make sure that you are 'Myra material'." She stated, giving him a peck on the cheek. "You have nothing to worry about; he likes you." She smiled.

"I-I hate him." Rick frowned bitterly, as they wandered through the thick, jungle scrub.

They were off-world; Rick had insisted on tagging along on Myra's temporary exile. She'd be stupid to not have him around; she was far too careless.

"I do have to question your overall sanity, lately, Morty." Rick shook his head, "You've certainly made a-a-a lot of dumb decisions, in the past few months."

Myra was frowning, her eyes tracing through the thick scrub. The entire planet was a serene haven- luscious greenery, crystalline mountains and glistening waters, reflecting the aurora's in the sky. The perfect oasis to take a peaceful shit. Rick smirked at the thought.

"I really have." Myra shrugged her shoulders, slashing at the undergrowth with a plasma-matter machete blade, which her arm had cyborg-implanted within it, "oh the dramas of not being up to the Sanchez standard. Sorry I couldn't knock up my boyfriend and then hastily marry him, to pacify his parents!" Her tone was thick with sarcasm as she glared over her shoulder at him, "Stop being a moron and help me set this thing up, will you?"

They had emerged in a clearing, right on the edge of a cliff, which overlooked a fantastic set of crystal mountain peaks, rising together like sharp teeth. A river cascaded between them, shimmering with a radiant brilliance. There was a waterfall, which ran off the side of the cliff; the sound full of serenity as animals cooed in the distance. The overall sight sent waves of relaxation through his body.

Rick reached for his pants buckle.

Myra turned to him, her eyes wide and questioning, "What are you doing?" She asked, alarmed.

"I need to take a shit." Rick stated, pressing a button on his pants and an inflatable toilet suddenly shot from the seat of his pants, landing on the ground, "you can either join me, or fuck off." He sighed, his bare backside hitting the seat.

Myra turned her back to him, "I don't have nearly enough emotional baggage to even contemplate taking a shit with my best friend." She was laughing. She waved over her shoulder at him, "Fine, you… finish up and I'll get this started." She frowned, reaching into her pocket to withdraw several items, "Just a warning; if I smell anything I am going to put your head through the ground."

Rick sighed, feeling his entire body relaxing, "It's got odour-elimination."

His entire body relaxed, letting go of all of his pent-up crap and frustrations.

He smiled to himself, briefly glimpsing over at Myra who was smacking a small device in her hand; almost as if she was attempting the impact to make it magically work.

He started standing up and the toilet quickly cleaned up any poop that was left on him, and swiftly vanished into thin air with a fizzling pop. Rick's eyes focused on her, and he felt a smirk creeping over his mouth as he watched her struggling, in silence.

She made a grin of triumph as the device whirred to life- the lights flashing, as if to signify her success. Her eyes flittered up from it, and met his gaze, her expression softening, "It's the little things, Sanchez." She smirked, waggling the device, "There was no way I was going to unscrew this bastard to check the wiring to the power cells."

Rick shook his head, feeling his smile broaden. Myra had definitely always been a stubborn pain in the ass, "Hand it over." He chuckled, holding out his hand, "As much a-as I appreciate your enthusiasm, I-I'd much rather not singe my ball-sack today."

Myra gave a pouty huff and slapped the device into his outstretched palm, "Fine." She grumbled, though her mouth curved ever-so-slightly into a smirk.

The next hour was spent constructing a make-shift scrambling device, which would ping signals throughout the current solar quadrant. Myra had plans to expand the network, over the coming years. The effort was to keep the Federation busy searching for ghosts, rather than turning their attention to the Milky Way system.

"I told you we'd knock this out in an hour, Morty." Rick shook his head, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.

Myra wasn't paying attention to him, her eyes were tracing out over the horizon. Rick watched her for a moment, taking in the sight of the light of the sunset cascading around her, before he shook his head, as if to clear it. He threw a wrench at her, which knocked her on the head with a thud.

"What?" She asked, turning to him with a dazed expression.

"W-we can go home now." Rick frowned at her.

"You can go home now." Myra muttered, turning her attention back to the serene landscape, "I'm staying in this system for at least a week." She said, sitting down to dangle her feet off the edge of the cliff, "This place is… something else." She sighed, "Remember the good, old days; we used to find places like this all the time!" She grinned, "And then the Federation started taking over more and more." She started to frown.

Rick cocked his brow, willing her surliness about the Federation shit to dissipate, "I-I can understand you not wanting t-to go back home…W-with that weenie boyfriend of yours." He chuckled, shaking his head.

"I happen to like that weenie." Myra smirked, "He's charming and thoughtful…"

"Completely one-way street, I bet." Rick grinned, sitting next to her.

"You're probably right." Myra forced a chuckle, "I'm not exactly girlfriend material… I'll admit it's hard to think outside of my usual self-centred box."

"Ugh." Rick made a disgusted noise and stood up in a huff, "that's what people, like us do; w-we think of ourselves." Even though he muttered the words matter-of-factly he disagreed with them. There had been plenty of times she had shown compassion and thoughtfulness towards other people.

"Dee didn't marry me for m-my romantic gestures." Rick added, "S-she knows what I'm all about." He shrugged his shoulders, "And she somehow still loves and accepts me for it." He patted Myra's shoulder, "I'm sure your weenie boyfriend will be the same."

Myra smirked, "Oh that guy is so willing to please me… my lord!" she chuckled to herself, and shook her head.

Rick's mind instantly went to the gutter, "T-that good, eh?" he cocked his brow, grasping for his flask to take a swig.

"I mean surely you'd understand because I'd bet Diane is a similar eager-beaver." Myra chuckled, "Keep them terrified that you're going to leave and they double down on their efforts in the bedroom!"

"Y-you monster." Rick snorted and shook his head, "I-I'll have you know that we're completely fine in that department, thank you."

"I never doubted that." Myra chuckled, shaking her head, "Personally, I don't think I've ever been this happy…" She sighed, glancing out over the landscape once again, "Who'd have thought…" She snorted in disbelief.

"As much a-as it disgusts me to say it… why don't you settle down and marry the guy then?" He shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe get knocked up and raise a baby at the same time as me?" He grinned, "Our kids w-would be so fucking unstoppable!"

Myra shook her head, "No thanks." She was smiling, but he could tell his suggestions had bristled her, "I've no intention on either of those things. Marriage isn't for me… and kids… are a lifelong commitment." She chuckled slightly, "I'll live vicariously through you and just be more than contempt being the greatest aunty there ever was."

"Oh my poor kid!" Rick snorted loudly, "Doesn't have a chance with an aunty as batshit as you!"