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Morty stared up at this strange man who claimed to be his grandfather. He did have to admit, he had the same sparkling eyes and rounded jawline as his mother did. This comforted Morty. His mother had always been his protector, even going so far as to kill his abuser in exchange for her freedom. But he knew there was no way he was getting out of this place legally. I don't understand, he signed.

"What are you, stupid?" the gruff old man asked. Morty flinched at his words. "You're coming with me."

Morty sighed and put on his shoes. It was probably best to just go along with what the old man said. He stood up. "Where's your stuff?" Rick asked.

I don't have any, Morty signed back.

Rick squinted at him suspiciously. "What's your deal? You don't talk."

Morty hadn't said a word since the incident with Jonathan. His stepfather had stolen his innocence, and Morty had been mute ever since. Morty shook his head.

Rick shrugged. "Whatever, I guess," he said. "Now, let's go."

Morty followed Rick down the hallway. As they passed Martha at the front desk, she started to say something, but Rick pulled out a gun and froze her on the spot. Morty's eyes widened as he backed away from this dangerous creature. "Don't be like that," Rick huffed in annoyance. He reached out, grabbed the boy's hand, and yanked roughly. "Now, come one."

Morty let himself be dragged away, his heart starting to pound with terror. He quickened his pace to keep up with Rick, who had a death-grip on Morty's wrist. Morty moaned slightly, and the old man loosened his grip.

A tear slipped down Morty's face. He didn't know Rick. And that meant he couldn't trust him. He didn't want to go with him. He wanted his mom. Another tear fell, then another. He had no idea what he was heading into. For all he knew, he could be walking straight into hell.

Rick obviously wasn't paying attention as he opened the door to his spaceship and lightly tossed Morty into the passenger's seat. Morty curled his legs up to his chest and hugged them. He could feel wet tears sinking through his jeans as he buried his face. It was nothing new. Morty couldn't remember the last time he had gone a day without crying.

His grandpa hopped excitedly into the driver's seat and buckled. "Oh, the places you and I will go! And the galactic federation can't find me when I'm with you!" He laughed hysterically. "This is gonna be good for both of us. Rick and Morty, one-hundred years! Rick and- hey, are you okay?"

Morty looked up at Rick. Nobody in the home had ever asked him if he was "okay" before. Jonathan had certainly never asked him. It was something only his mother, his sister, and his birth father did. His eyes widened in surprise.

"Hey, don't cry, I'll tell you what," Rick said gently. "This is gonna be a two-way relationship. I'm getting what I want- your brain waves- so name something you want. I'll give it to ya."

I want my Mom, Morty signed.

Rick nodded. "Ok," he said. He unbuckled, pulled off his lab coat, and draped it over the boy. "You just rest here, I'll go break you mom out of prison."

Morty nodded tearfully. He hadn't seen his mom in then months. If Rick could give him his mom back, he would follow that man anywhere. He took the coat, stuck his arms through the sleeves, and wore it backwards like a blanket. It smelled faintly of alcohol, but Morty didn't mind. It reminded him of his mother and the constant smell of wine on her breath.

Rick parked at the prison. Morty had never been allowed to visit, and now his stomach hurt with anticipation. He held the lab coat tightly to his chest, and tears fell down his face again. Rick pulled out his freeze gun, and looked back at Morty. "Don't cry," he said again. "I'll be right back with your mom."

Rick entered the prison, and Morty buried his face into the lab coat. He prayed with every ounce of faith he had left that Rick wouldn't fail. Minutes passed by, and Morty's hopes dropped with them. Rick was going to prison, and Morty was going back to foster care for sure. He began to sob. Why did he have to ask for his mom like some baby?

After about five minutes later, Rick emerged with his mother right behind him. Morty began flapping his arms with glee, and the lab coat sleeves flapped by his side like a bird. Morty laughed for the first time in years. He had his mom back. Rick was like some sorta fairy godmother.

Rick pushed Beth into the back of the spaceship and jumped into the driver's seat. "Let's blow this dump!" Rick shouted excitedly, starting up the engine. He navigated his way to the stars. "We'll work on getting our own place soon, but for now we're gonna crash at Birdperson's."

Morty was smiling wide. Beth squeezed his shoulder, and Rick gave him a smile of his own. Maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay.