The new student

Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Rick and Morty, only my OC's and the idea for this particular story.

Morty PoV

Things… things just suck. Rick is gone… mom's a mess… dad is being kind of a dick, even Summer is kind of depressed. And then there's the alien government that annexed Earth into it. Things are changing and sometimes it feels… that some of it isn't good.

Like for instance, new transfer students showed up at my school the other day. They looked human enough, if it wasn't for the scaly green skin and antennae poking out of their hair. They were a boy and a girl, fraternal twins I think, and they lorded over us like we're 3rd class citizens.

"Oh my," the boy said when I tried to make friends with them at lunch, "Sister, one of them came up to me, and guess what? It speaks our language!" He sounds like he's from Britain or some place like it, he has black hair, neatly combed, the two green antennae poking out from just inside his hairline, yellow cat like eyes, elfish ears and thin lips. He's wearing a jumper, v-neck under it, and white jeans.

"Oh does he brother?" His sister said. "Well, looks like they integrated in well enough, don't you think?" She looks like him, except for that she's a girl, she has long black hair, that reaches the middle of her back, same cat like eyes, ears, but plumper lips. Her clothes are a pair of leggings, a short skirt, and button down shirt that has the top 3 buttons undone so that it shows off a bit of cleavage. "Oh, but he is kind of cute," she continued. I blushed a little, a small smile, but then she had to ruin it by saying, "Too bad he's just a primitive monkey."

My smile dropped off the face of existence, my face going stark white as my blood froze in my very veins. Her's and her brothers laughter echoed through the cafeteria, some of my fellow humans snickered at what was happening, all those ones were seeing was a little nerd trying to ask out a hot alien girl, but some of the smarter ones were scowling, they were seeing this for what it really is: a discrimination of someone to another someone just because they're a higher form of life.

Getting mad, I turn around and start to walk away, tears threatening to spill out, but then I hear something, a memory really, something that Rick said to me. "You can-can't*burp* You can't let people put you down Morty. Some-some*burp* Soooooometimes you gotta just say, enough is eno*burp*ugh. And you gotta stand up for yourself, Morty. You-you-you gottaaaaaaaa*burp* stand up for yourself"

Getting madder, I turn back around and say, "H-hey, yo-you know what?" Damn stutter, I should have asked Rick to fix that a long time ago. "Y-you can't just go around lording around u-us like you two are some sort of god!" Everything got quiet, some of the idiots started Oooing and catcalling. The twins just raised their an eyebrow each.

"It's just, i-it's bad enough that our governments are being made useless by the Galactic one, now things like you have to come over here, to our home," I start talking with more confidence now, huh, maybe that's what Rick was trying to teach me, about being more assertive. "But I got news for you," I bang my hands on the table, making their food rattle, the sister jumped a bit, "We were here first. You're the minority. Remember that."

If I had a microphone, I would be dropping it right now. Turning around to walk away, I hear the brother chuckle a bit, but I get a feeling of… something wrong, coming from it. I can't really explain it, but I'm already regretting what I said, but, I put it out of my mind as the lunch room breaks out in chears. I smile to myself, as some of the upperclassmen clap me on the back, and a freshmen girl in one of my classes runs up and gives me a kiss on my cheek.

Rubbing where she kissed me, I look back at the twins and my smile slips off my face. The brother is looking right at me, and he has this smug look on his face, as if he's playing a chess game, and know that he's gonna win. And I made the first move in this game, so he's thinking of what to do next.

Smile, and euphoria completely wiped off of me, I think to myself, I'm fucked.

After school at home

Walking home I find myself…. Not wanting to go home. It's… it's just… not right, with out Rick. Mom is a wreck, and dad is living it up, always lording around that he was right all along, and that we should have gotten rid of him all along. Mom would have said something, but she's too depressed to do much of anything these days.

That being said, I brace myself as I near my front door, one of the perks, and drawbacks, of living only 3 blocks away from the school. I can sleep in a few more minutes and book it there, or I can just take my time coming home, and not worry about being too close, or too far from to the school. Helps when I really need to use the bathroom too.

So, walking in the first thing that hit's me is the smell. My mom took up drinking after Rick left, I mean, she has taken the occasional glass of wine, but this…. This is Rick level of drinking. It's a wonder that she hasn't died of alcohol poisoning yet.

Passing into the Living room, I don't see any sign of mom, so I just throw my backpack onto the couch, and check into the kitchen. She's there, head down on the table, one hand gripping a bottle of wine, the other arm draped over her head, slight sobbing can be heard from her.

Feeling like I'm in the clear, I head off to the garage. Inside I find it practically empty. The Federation took everything they deemed worth of evidence. The raided the house, mostly the garage, even found the sublab beneath the hatch, I mean, it's not hard. Only a rug is covering the hatch, without a lock or key to it, so, it was pretty easy to get in.

The only thing that they left was a few crystals, spare portal gun parts, and a helmet with a bunch of knobs and gizmos on it. They took everything.

And I know that Rick was hurting when he left. I know that he was hurting when Bird Person died. And I know that he was absolutely devastated when Unity dumped him again. And knowing all of that, I know that he thought that he was doing the right thing by turning himself in.

I pick up the helmet, and look at it. This was an upgraded version of the dimension goggles, that allow us to see through the eyes of our doubles in the multiverse. This one allows us to experience the things that they see as if we're actually there, in their body experiencing their lives for ourselves. We never got it working, just the same first person perspective, and maybe the feeling of the sun, the brisk bite of a cold wind… the touch of something in an erotic moment, but those feelings only lasted for a split second.

Feeling tears well up in my eyes, I am startled when the garage door is suddenly thrown open, it slammed against the wall, and my mom was there, reeking of sweat and wine, with a bottle in her hand.

"W-what ar-are you d-doing in here!?" She drunkenly slurs out. "Y-you know that y-y-you're not allowed in*burp* in here! Y-you little shit!"

"I-I-I'm sorry, I-I just miss Rick an-"

"Don't!" She suddenly screamed out. "Don't say his name! He left us, so he's dead to me! He-he-he left me again," she started crying. "He left me again! R-right af-af-after I got him back!" He took another swig of her wine bottle. "And you're defending hi-hi-him!" I went forward to try to comfort her, but when I barely got a hand on her arm, she lashed out, nearly hitting me in the head with her bottle. "Don't touch me! You-you-youuuuuuu-" She then dropped her bottle, somehow not breaking when it hit the floor, and puked her guts out next to it. With wine, and vomit mixing together, she slumps on the small steps leading to the house.

I sigh, and go over to open the garage to air it out, and carefully step over the puddle of sick to help my mom. It's not the first time I had to help someone out like this, Rick had more than one episode like this, more than I care to admit or count. Grasping my mom under her armpits, I half drag, half help her walk into the house and to her bed. Once she's in the bed, I quickly get a washcloth from her bathroom, wet it, and come back to wipe her mouth and forehead clean, smearing some of the lipstick, but getting the sick and grime off of her.

Once I was satisfied that she's not gonna choke on anything, I go back to the garage, and clean up the mess my mom made. Once I got all the chunks off the floor and into the trash, I pour some bleach on the spot and scrub a bit too, before throwing the utensils used back in the cobert, I cloths the garage door, and head back inside.

Grabbing my backpack from the couch, I head to my room. Feigning homework, I just toss my backpack to the corner and fall onto my bed. Closing and opening my eyes slowly several times, I fight back the tears. "Boy, what a day," I say outloud to myself. Then, "Rick, you better have done the right thing, or else I am never going to forgive you." And with that I close my eyes, and fall into a fitful sleep.

Some time later

I wake up to hear pounding on the door. Not my room door, the front door. Glancing at the alarm clock on the window sill, it says '11:37 PM'. Groaning, I get up and head to the front door, only for my dad to beat me to it. He's in some night attire, sweatpants, wifebeater, pajama stuff. He marches right up to the door and wrenches it open. "Ok, who's the ass… hole?"

On the other side of the door is a boy around my age, a little older maybe. He's about 6"2, long black hair that's half the length of his neck, some of it falling onto one eye, pale skin, blue eyes, and he's wearing… odd clothes. What looks like a tunic, a belt with these silver looking cylinders hanging from them, slightly poofy pants, and combat boots, all under a long hooded cloak.

"Uh, can I… help you?" My dad asks as I go over to stand next to him.

"Sorry to disturb you, but, is this the Smith residence?" he asks in a soft voice, almost as if he hasn't spoken in a while. "And if not, can you tell me where I can find them? It's of the utmost importance."

"Uhhhh…. We're the Smiths, Morty?" My dad finally notices me. "Is this kid in your class?"

I take a look at him, eyebrow raised, and say, "I've never seen this dude before in my life."

"Well that's refreshing," I hear him grumble.

"Look," My dad says, "What's this about?"

"Well," he said sheepishly, just then my mom comes down the stairs, groaning and drinking a glass with alka seltzer in it. The boy's eyes widen some, then go soft. "Well," he says again. "It's about Rick Sanchez."

My mom dropped her class, it shattered on the stares, dad's eyes widen and my mind went completely blank. "I have something to tell-" my dad slammed the door in his face. "Dad!" "Jerry!" Me and my mom said at the same time.

"What?" He said. "I thought we weren't gonna mention him anymore."

Outside we hear him knock, and he said, "Guys? Come on…." He sighs. "Fine, I won't mention him again," my dad rolls his eyes. "But I have something really important to tell you all, it's life threatening even!"

My dad pinched the bridge of his nose and made to open the door. When he twisted the knob, it came flying open, smacking him in the nose as the boy came in.

"I lied," was the first thing he said. "Rick sent me to watch over you guys, and… Beth?" he looked up to the stairs at my mom. "He told me to tell you that he loves you, and that he did it for you and your kids."

We were all silent for a bit, Summer, hearing all the commotion, was in the threshold of the living room. Then dad said, "My nose!" in a whiney tone.

"Oh walk it off," my mom said. I had to smile a bit, she sounded like her old self for a second.

We made our way to the living room, mom and dad got chairs from the kitchen to put on the other side of the coffee table, me and Summer sat on those as mom and dad took the couch. The stranger sat in the armchair that dad usually sits in.

"Ok, so," he began, "first things first, my name is Ren and-"

"Why the hell are you here!" My dad interrupted. Ren stopped and looked at him, contempt in his eyes. "Rick left us abandoned on an uncharted planet, left us to die! And you come here spouting his name? What the fuck!"

"Jerry!" Mom said.

"No, no! He has had this coming for a long time now. Rick is the worst! He abandoned us, he abandoned you!" he pointed to mom. "And he basically uprooted our kids lives! Everything that they knew was destroyed, and he didn't even apologize for it! And look at how they turned out, their traumatized beyond all reason!" I narrowed my eyes at dad, and out of the corner of my eye I could see Summer crossing her arms in defiance. "And I was right the whole time too!" My dad said smugly, "he is the worst of the worst and he deserves to rot in space jail." He cross his arms triumphantly, my mom said "Ugh," and crossed her arms.

Ren just looked at him, and said evenly, "Are you done?"

This caught my dad off guard, and he mumbled, "Yeah, sure."

"Good. Now, as I was saying, my name is Ren, and Rick sent me here with a special task." We all leaned forward to hear what he had to say, even dad was curious. "He wants me to watch over you all." We all sat back and groaned, typical Rick, and even dad seems to be thinking the same thing.

"Great, that is just like him!" he said. "Hand us off to someone else like we're not a problem, I bet he was having a blast when they caught up to him-"

"Rick turned himself in," both me and Ren said. He looked at me in surprise for a split second, but then looked back at my dad.

"What?" he said.

"Rick turned himself in, Jerry Smith," he said patiently. "I was with him when he did. Hell, it was all over the news! How did you not know that?" Dad just crossed his arms and gave him a look of… something. "Look, the point is, he sacrificed himself for your well beings!"

"Then why did he send you?" My dad said skeptically.

This time, the boy, Ren, looked sheepishly around before saying, "Because it was my job before he came back also."

"What?" We all leaned forward again. Then my mom said, "Why would he send you and not come home like he did?" She looked a little mad, and also sad at the same time.

Ren looked at her evenly in the eye, and something must have pass through between them, because she visibly got less mad, and sat back a little. "Because your father was fighting a war."

This time mom looked skeptical. "Oh, really? And what war was that?"

Ren's face fell into a look that said, 'really?' He then held up his hand, and very surprisingly, the remote that was on the other end of the coffee table flew over to him, and settled in his hand. He flipped on the tv, and and a newscast came on. It was an alien newscast of Earth, their saying, "News of unrest in some of the more radical and rural regions of the newly annexed Earth as refugees from other parts of the Galaxy settle there. Also, the Earth-American President is planning on going to Miridian V to meet with senators from the Galactic Federation." It showed images of a desert place in the Middle East, as protesters are rallying outside newly made spaceports, and the next of Obama waving as he boards a 2 story tall cruiser bound for space.

Ren shuts off the tv. "Does that answer your question? Rick is a very smart person, maybe the smartest in the whole universe! He's managed to find a way to safely open a pocket of nothing in the middle of the fabric of the space-time continuum, and direct it so that he can travel the multiverse at will. Not only that, but in his travels he's gained infinitely more knowledge, and the things that he's seen, the things that he's experienced, it changed him. And it made him want to change other people for the better too."

At the end of his speech we're all on the edge of our seats. "Did… did Rick r-really do all of that." For the second time tonight, he glances at me, and once again, something passed between us. "Yes. He did that for knowledge, freedom and more. By no means does this make your grandfather a good guy, no, he's done too much in his fight, and that, too, has changed him. That's why he was always bitter towards you all, he figures, he's done a lot of crap in his life, and everything has ended up being taken away from him, so, he hardened himself up. He figures, if he acts resentful towards you all, it'll make it easier for you all to move on."

"Well," I said, "why did he send you then?"

"Because… I was a freedom fighter with him."

"Woah," I said.

"Wait, what?" Summer said next to me.

Mom just looked furious, and dad raised an eyebrow. Then my mom exploded, "Oh come on!" We all looked at her. "You just come here, out of the blue, say that my father told you to watch over us, and-and for what? You just expect us to roll over and do this song and dance all over again? No, I don't think so, and I also think it's time for you to go," she stood up and pointed to the door.

Ren didn't say anything, then he smiled. "Ah, Rick told me much about you Beth." This seemed to rattle her a bit, but she didn't sit back down. "Fiery temper, the drive to do anything and see it through till the end. Yup, "Spitting image of her mother" he said," this time she did sit down. "Do you know what we did? What we were doing when we started the freedom fighters?"

Mom crossed her arms and grumbled, "No, but I bet it wasn't anything to do with me." Ren raised an eyebrow and motioned for her to continue. "Y-you know, I bet you don't know the situation of it, when you grow up with an absent father and a neglectful mother. It's not a good life, it was tough growing up, you know? You know what, no, you don't know, do you?" She then sat back with a huff, and folded her arms.

"Actually," Ren said, sitting back in the chair, and folding his hands over his lap. "I do. I'm an orphan, I grew up on the streets of a planet called Gurel, the whole planet's essentially one big city, and I grew up on the streets of the poorer districts." My mom's eyes widened, but she didn't say anything. "It wasn't until my Master found me that I got out of that life, and started a new one. Yeah, Master Fujon Tsunade was a good friend of Rick's. And when he died, Rick was there to take me in."

"Wait, what?" My mom said.

"Heh, yeah. My Master died right in front of me, and with no one else to turn to, Rick was there to help me out of it."

"Oh, so he took you for a son, I bet," she said, narrowing his eyes at him.

"Heh, actually, I was 15 when he died."

"And how old are you? 16, 17?" Summer said, speaking for the first time tonight.

"Actually, I'm about 36. My species of human allows me to age at a slower rate. I've been with Rick's group for over 20 years." We were all dumbfounded. He must have knew too, because he smiled and went on to say, "My brand of human also comes with extra bone density, stronger muscle fibers, and faster synapses. So, essentially, I'm smarter, faster and stronger. It also doesn't hurt that I'm strong in the Force as well."

"Wait, wait wait," my dad said. "You're what?"

"Uh, Force sensitive, I believe the word is. And though Master Tsunade's training, I became strong in it. Very strong too."

"So, what are you saying, you're some sort of-of-"

"A Jedi?" I finish for my dad.

He smiled again, and said, "Yup." To prove his point, he stood up, and took one of the cylinders from his belt holster and pressed a button. In an instant, a beam of purple energy shot out from the holster. "Master Tsunade saw my training though, and I was almost made knight level when he died. Rick took me in, and I finished my training on my own."

He deactivated the lightsaber and sat back down. "You know what Rick told me, before he left to turn himself in?" We shook our head, no. He continued, "We were in a bar, he was taking his last drink before he was put away forever. I was trying to talk him out of it, I have contacts that could put us up with fake ID's, settle on a planet somewhere where the Federation won't find you guys. He refused, and you know what he said? He said, "Watch over them, with the Federation annexing Earth in, things are gonna change around there." And he was right, he's always right," he looked down in thought.

That's when I decided to speak up. "Uh, Mr? Ren?" he looked up, and motioned for me to continue. "Did he do the right thing? Rick I mean, did he do the right thing by turning himself in?"

He didn't say anything, thinking it over in his head, then, "Yes, and also no. Yes, he did the right thing by turning himself in because he was protecting you and making sure that the Federation wouldn't come after you. And also no, because now they can probe his brain, extract all that he knows, and use that knowledge against the rest of the galaxy, and form a tighter grip over it too."

We all looked skeptical, but I was actually thinking; what would be so important, that Rick went off to fight in a war? He's Rick! He barely does anything for us without us bugging him relentlessly.

"W-what was the war about?" I asked.

"Well, that's a bit hard to explain…. You see, this war has been going on for centuries, millennia even! Over 2000 years ago, the galaxy was full of Jedi, all of the planets were independent, the occasional skirmish, and war broke out between two species, but it was quickly resolved. Especially when the Jedi got involved. But the, a bunch of systems got wise, and banded together to for the Galactic Federation. And even in it's infancy, it seemed to get results. For a while, it was great. But then, it happened. The beginning of the dark times.

"Somehow, a Sith lord ended up being in power, and he turned the Federation on the Jedi. We were at war, for centuries, the Federation hunting us down, gathering more and more systems and each time they expanded, they gained that much more power. And soon, we were all but wiped out. It wasn't until 300 years ago, that the Grand Master at the time, Master Phylistin Belaba disbanded our Order, and ordered us into exile, to bide our time until we were strong enough to stand up to the Federation and strike it at it's heart. But it never happened, we went into exile, they hunted us down. Our numbers are fewer and fewer and now, there are barely more than a couple dozen Masters around, and even less Padawans…" he paused to look at us. We were all at the edge of our seats.

He continued, "It was about 20 years ago that your Father, Beth, that Rick became aware of our struggle, and he's seen first hand what hardships the Galaxy has been through at the Federations expense. Whole species farmed, because of what compounds grow naturally in them, planets destroyed for defiance to the Federation. Entire races enslaved just because their slightly stronger than their neighbors. It's a mess out there, and now, it's here, on your turf, and no one knows the wiser but me and your father, Beth…." He pauses and looks around. "Look, it's late, and I'm sure you all have something important to do tomorrow, so, can I just crash here for a few days, to better explain things to you and recharge my batteries? I can't even get off planet anyway, I need to grow more fuel for my ship."

"Wait?" I say, "Grow fuel?"

"Crystals, really, it's for an engine that Rick helped me make. And the fuel was my brain baby, until Rick also helped me bring it to life. So, can I just stay for a bit?" The last question was to my mom, who nodded after a moment's hesitation.

"Great, well, that's great."

Morning, 3rd Person PoV

Everyone got up at around the same time. Morty didn't go to school, after the talk they all had last night, he didn't think that anyone would get upset over it anyway. So, waking up, he quickly puts on sweatpants, and a relatively clean shirt, and walks out to the kitchen.

Sitting at the table are Beth, drinking a morning topper of wine, which Morty guesses it helps with the hangover? Summer, and Ren sitting opposite of her. He's wearing a black tank top and shorts, and from the way that Summer is eyeing his well toned arms, it is a good guess that she's thinking that they might be a thing, even though he gots about 20 years on her.

He looks up as Morty walks in, and says, "Good morning."

Morty waves and says while yawning, "Morning. Did you sleep well?" He takes a seat at the end of the table directly opposite of Beth.

"Mmm," he says, "very. It's good to get a good night's rest when there are no Mistrilian blood hounds on your tail, or the fear of an atomic shell falling on your head. Though, one thing did bug me and… no, no. Probably just me being paranoid."

"What is it?" Beth asks, eyeing him with contempt.

"Well…" he looks down at his hands resting on the table. "I kept on feeling a… nudge, I guess you would call it, from the Force."

"Wow, really?" Morty asks in awe. "What… what does it feel like?"

"What I felt?" Ren replys looking at him. "Kind of annoying actually, it's like someone poking at you in your subconscious, a whisper of a breeze when there's no wind. Kind of like a magnetic pull, if it's strong enough. Thing is about the Force, you need to have a will of your own, or else the Force will, well, will you yourself. If that makes since."

"It doesn't," Beth said, finishing off her wine. "Ugh, I wish I hadn't drank so much yesterday, my head is killing me." She does look bad, sunken dark eyes, frizzy hair, and a paler than normal complexion. Ren, sensing a situation that might make peace between him and Beth, thinks of something.

"Summer?" he says. She looks up startled, but nods. "Will you go and get my backpack from my room please? I have something that might make Beth's hangover better."

"Oh, uh, sure. No problem," she get's up and walks away.

Morty speaks up, "So… so, how hard is it to learn the Force?"

"Well…" he thinks. "It's not at all that hard that it seems, but you have to be Force sensitive to actually be able to manipulate it. Every living being in the entire universe is connected to the Force. From the most insignificant gnat, to the tallest tree on the highest mountain. But to be able to delve into it, you have to be connected to it in a higher level than most, and a higher concentration than most as well. For example," he raised his hand, and a cupboard and a cup floated out, and settled onto the table just as Summer came in.

"Heres your pack Mr… Ren? What's going on?" Beth and Morty had dumbstruck looks on their faces.

"Nothing, Summer. Just a demonstration," he took the pack from her. "Thank you," he quickly said, and started to rummage through it. "I pick something up on my travels a while back. Instant un-hangover. So, here it is!" He took out a small diamond shaped bottle, and unstoppered it, poured a bit into the cup that he levitated out of the cupboard, and handed it to Beth. "Here you go, it doesn't taste like anything, just drink and let it do it's magic."

She took it, and with reluctance, drank the cup in one gulp. She didn't react to anything and said, "I don't feel any different. What's suppose to happen?" She then stopped, and a growling could be heard from her stomach. "Oooh, what did you do to me?" She got really sweaty, and stood up. Ren lifted his hand, and through the Force, pulled the trash can in the corner to Beth's side, which she promptly collapsed next to, and vomited into.

"Aw man, not again. That's twice in two days now," Morty commented off handedly.

"Y-you little shit, you knew tha-" Beth didn't finish as she had one more wave of being sick, and then promptly it stopped. She used the table to help her get up, with shaky arms, managed to stand, and then fell back into her chair.

"Morty, go and get your mother some water," Ren said, putting his elbows on the table and folding his hands under his chin. Morty got up, went to the kitchen and filled a glass of water and came back to give it to his mother.

She gulped it down and slammed it down on the table. "What the hell is wrong with you? You could have kil-"

"How do you feel?" Ren interrupted her.

"I feel fine! But that doesn't excuse…" she trailed off and Ren smiled at her. "I… I feel f-fine. But how?"

"Let's just say that the Purge Potion got rid of all of the toxins in your body, don't ask me how, it'll take too long to explain. So, what do you guys got to eat? I don't know about you, but I'm tired of Fed-rations, I need some real food!"

Ren PoV, 2 days later

I don't know what's wrong. For the past 3 days, I've been feeling waves within the Force, some subtle, some like crashing thunder slamming into me. I've tried to shut it out, it didn't seem dangerous, but, it's persistent. The Living Force is trying to tell me something.

So, during the day, when Morty and Summer went to school, Beth and Jerry at work, I kneel at the foot of the bed they had lent me, I learned when I first came in that it was Rick's room. From the smell alone, I could tell, but also, remnants of him dwell here in the Force.

But pushing the familiarity of it out of my mind, I kneel on both my knees at the foot of the bed, facing the wall, and I clear my mind. For hours I spent in this position, my mind completely blank, except for the pulls and tugs of the Force, it ebs and flows, all around me. I concentrate on nothing, and everything at once, the very fabric of the universe at my fingertips, but instead I only focus on one thing, the annoying poke that has persisted for the past 3 days.

It's there, a pinpoint with in the metaphysical soup that is the Force, to the untrained mind that is, but every time I make a "grab" at it, it slips away. So, finally, after hours of deep meditation, I allow it to take hold of me, and let it take me to where it wants to go.

I see images, visions, of a boy. 5"6, brown hair, a kind soul. And that tug grows stronger, as I, back in the physical plane, hear the front door open, and a person going into Morty's room.

My eyes snap open. Of course, that explains it. Is why Rick was able to use him as a mental shield, why he has heightened perception, and why he hasn't died on one of Rick's little escapades. He's Force sensitive.

"Oh Morty," I say out loud. "I'm sorry it's come to this, but if you're growing into your powers now… you are in danger.

Later, 3rd Person PoV

Later that night, Ren called everyone into the living room. It as about 8:30, the sun had just gone down. Throughout the day he went around the house placing signal jamming devices to prevent any unwanted eyes or ears from peaking in. A storm was brewing outside the closed blinds, sudden gusts of wind, and occasional lightning and thunder in the distance.

He lit a few candles, and put two ash trays with incense leaves in them. "I've called you all here today, because I have something dire to discuss with you all." He was wearing what appeared to be standard Earth clothing. T-shirt, blue jeans, with his hip holsters and lightsabers with him. He's also donning his Jedi cloak again, the hood up.

"What's up?" Summer asked. Beth and Jerry looked at him worriedly.

Ren's face, set in a grim mask of worry, wasn't showing any of the warmth that he had on for the past few days. From inside his robes he produced a cube, gold or brass on the outside, it had 4 glass plates in the center of each side. He set it down on the coffee table, directly in front of Morty.

"During my stay here, I have felt a persistent nudge from the Force," he said. "And through meditation, I have a theory that I need to test out, but the only way to prove, or disprove anything, is for Morty to do something very important."

Morty looked up at him worriedly. "W-what do I have to do?" he said without confidence, but bravely at the same time.

"Don't worry, nothing dangerous," Ren assured him. "It's just a little test, but I have to administer it directly to you in order for me to see if you pass or fail. Usually, it'd be done in solitude, away from distractions like school or family," he glanced apologetically at Beth and Jerry. "But times are tense these days, so, we're gonna be doing this a little unorthodox. If you pass, it'll involve your family, and if you fail, then we all dodged a bullet." This did nothing to reassure the Smith family, but he continued as if everything was alright. from inside a pocket of his pants, he produced a lighter, and lit the incense. "Breath deeply into the smoke Morty, I need to induce a relaxed state from you in order to speed up the test."

Looking worried, he did as he was asked to. He breathed through his nose, and sat back. Taking deep, even breaths, he slowly closes and opens his eyes, shoulders slumping and eyes drooping, he doesn't have a care in the world, almost like he was in a hypnotic state.

"Now, Morty," Ren said in a calming voice. "I want you to block everything out," he waved his hand, and through the Force, flipped the switches to shut off the lights in the living room, save for the candles. "Let the world around go blank, as a clean slate forms around you, so that there is nothing but you, me and the cube." He waits for a few minutes, the aura around the room causing the rest of the Smiths to lean forward, but say nothing, as if drawn very deep into suspense.

As if he knows what's going on in Morty's head, Ren suddenly says, "Good, now, concentrate on the cube. Pour all of your feeling into it, you want to know what secrets it hides."

Morty took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled through his nose. He closed his eyes, and set his back straight.

After a few minutes, the cube wabbled, Beth gasped, but was silenced by a stern look from Ren. A corner of the cube turned, so that it was uneven from the rest, then another corner opposite the one that turned. It started to float in mid air, a good few feet off the coffee table, level with Morty's head, and the rest of the corners turned.

The corners split apart, and the glass faces of the sides fell off too, to float around the a now glass shape with multiple sides, abou the size of an apple. A light emitted from the shape, and the image of a man in his late 40's, human, and about a foot in lengths, appeared.

" This is Jedi Grand Master Phylistin Belaba, and I have grave news to report. Our Jedi Order has been eradicated, and all but wiped out," Morty opened his eyes, and stared wide eyed at the recording. Ren closed his and sighed deeply. "By now there are only a few hundred Jedi Knights left in the galaxy, too few to fight against the might of the Federation. So now, I urge all who hear this, to go into hiding. They are coming for me now, and I am not sure if I may be able to escape. This is the Last Order of our now, nearly extinct Jedi Order. Disband. Do not under any circumstances, openly practice the Jedi teachings in the open. They will find out, and they will come for you. You must keep the teachings alive at all costs. For one day, when we are strong, we will strike at the heart of this evil, and be rid of the Galaxy the Sith." Sounds of pounding, like heavy fists on a door, could be heard in the background of the recording. "They have found me. I am sending this recording on the special frequency that all Holocrons operate on, completely undetectable, and with it, I am downloading all the history of the Jedi Order into the HoloronNet as I speak. Remember, don't openly practice our arts in public, wait for the right moment to strike, and when it is time, use the HolocronNet to summon what will be left of us to our special place; in Eden. Trust in the Force, and also trust in yourselves. May the Force be with you." A loud crashing sound suddenly came from behind wherever he was. "Always." And with that, the hologram winked out, and the cube reassembled itself, the corners not even with the rest, and fell to the table.

Ren turned the lights back on, and pushed the incense away from Morty. Everyone was dumbfounded at what they witnessed. Ren walked around the coffee table, and stood opposite Morty.

"Well," he said after what felt like an eternity. "You passed."

"W-w-what did I-I pass?" Morty questioned.

"You are with the Force, for the Force is with you," Ren said mysteriously, and also a little bit sad. "And I am so sorry."

"W-why?"

"You would not have been able to open the Holocron without being sensitive to the Force. And with this discovery, you are in immense danger."

His words brought an atmosphere of gloom around the Smith family. "Unless," he continued. "I teach you."

Everyone got startled at this, Morty stared at Ren wide eyed. "What?" he said dumbfounded.

"Without proper training, your powers could get out of hand, you could accidently lash out and cause harm to others if you get too angry. And worst of all, he could catch wind of you, and come after you and your family." The rest gasped, but Morty just stared in awe of the Jedi Master in front of him. Ren held out his hand, reaching across the table to Morty. "Will you become my student? Will you allow me to teach you the ways of the Force?"

Morty glanced around, and realized, that Ren was talking directly to him, not to his family, to his parents, and not how Rick would talk to him, as if he's a dunderhead who couldn't use the bathroom properly. He realized that Ren was talking to him like Teacher and Student, Master and Apprentice, two people on equal ground, with an equal cause.

Morty looked back at Ren, and took his hand, and said, "Yes, I will."

End Chapter 2

A/N: So… here's that chapter I promised you for this month…. yeah, I'm gonna get back to working on my Star vs the forces of evil Story for a few days, and try to hash out something for this before or around Christmas. No promises though. Fair warning though, I AM gonna TRY to do 20,000 words like I said, but, if I do, it's gonna take that much longer to get out. This is about 7000 words, and it took me a week to get this done, a week's worth of edits, and about 3 days straight of actual writing. So, if I missed spelled something, or made a grammar mistake, please point it out to me in either a PM or a review to let me know and I'll try to go back and replace it. But other than that, seriously, leave a review. Oh, and that scene where Beth was yelling at Morty for going into the garage, I took that from a 4 panel comic from Tumblr, I don't know who the artist is though, so, whoever it is, credit goes to him/her/them for my idea there. Other than that, this has been Bigmike33321 signing off!*BOOP*