A/N: Hey all! Sorry for the wait. As always, sorry for any mistakes. I will probably go back after I finish the next and FINAL chapter to edit all the mistakes out and maybe beef up the description in a few places. Love you all! Enjoy!

Chapter 5

"Oh, my Goooooddd! Ohhhwoooah! Oh my GOD RICK!" Morty not so much said, as screamed into his Grandfather's face. "W-w-w-why are we so high in the air? Why did you do this to me?-"

"Calm down, Morty. Just calm-calm- down for a minute. Stay calm." Rick demanded. He wheezed every third gulping gasp of air. It sounded like he had been in a bar fight with a large well...Morgenflarf.

"You- you- you! Why do you do this to me!?"

"Calm down, Morty!"

"Why didn't you tell me it had wings, Rick? I don't want to be here! I just want to have a normal life!"

"Calm down, Morty!"

"Aaahhhhhhhh-Ahhhhh! Woahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!"

Morty hated heights. Flying in the ship was one thing, but dangling by your arms from the talons of a creature so ugly and terrifying, with seven long, greasy, eye sockets that wiggled around on the top of its wart covered face, was a completely other thing.

"Don't be such a Jerry, Morty. It's not going to drop us. It, I, It, It thinks we are its children, Morty."

"That's pretty fucked up, Rick. " Morty shrieked. "We look nothing like that thing. What happens when it decides that we aren't?"

"It won't...I mean...OUGH...It shouldn't, Morty, but- you know, but if it does we need to do this: Ouuoooopppppppffffffffftttt Pppffffttthhh"

The Morgenflarf responded by letting out a whooping sound and nuzzling one of its eye sockets next to each of their faces in turn.

"S-See, Morty. We are fine."

"How do we get down, Rick? I hate this. I just want to go back to bed."

"I am working on it, Morty, so shut up and let me think."

They waited, mostly in silence, for their fate. The Morgenflarf wasn't really doing anything except hovering in the air. It seemed to fall asleep this way, yet every time Rick or Morty tried to wiggle away or get better leverage, it would wake up, open its large mouth flap, and swallow them, pushing the pair quickly along its translucent jello-like G.I. tract and out a tight hole under its belly to catch them with its talons again. Rick said that Morgenflarf's do that to sooth their younglings to sleep.

"Wow...this is so exciting," Morty said after the twelfth purge. He wiped the slime off this face. The stars were beginning to fade along with the sweet fantasy of Morty returning to his warm comfortable bed. "Any chance you want to tell me about the mean value theorem for integrals?"

"Math Morty? What the stupid Calculus shit that your inbred college professors teach because they aren't smart enough to find a better job for themselves, Morty? You'll never use that in the real world. S-so jus-OUGH-t, just close that stupid hole in your face, Morty. Close it before I close it for you."

"Oh no, you promised Ri-Rick, you can't just pull me out of bed anytime you want any more, Rick. I have a l-life!"

"Damn it, Morty, you think this is easy!? You little pain in my ass, Morty. I just saved you-just saved your little chicken shit, little pain in the ass, ass just now, Mo-OUGH-rty."

"How exactly is this saving me, Rick?"

Rick crossed his arms, rolling his eyes up the way he did when he is about to make Morty feel like an ant beneath the shoe of his existence.

"Look down. Do you see that? That is YOUR college getting run over by Morgenflarf's greatest nemesis, the Gramflamites. They can kill someone at Mach speeds, Morty. So fast, Morty. We'd never see them coming, Morty. I, I - I may have accidentally let them through earlier when I tried to capture this Morgenflarf. I needed to extract some of its live cerebral cortex tissue, which I was then going to pump with steroids and the universe's natural version of Xanax. The result was going to be the most amazing zit cream. I was trying to help the teenagers of the world Morty. I have been trying to change a- to turn over a new leaf, Morty, not that you even noticed."

"How can you play the victim right now, Rick? S-So you're saying that everyone I know is dead down there? M-Morgan, Jeffery, my professors? The life I had and worked hard to build, slaughtered, because of you? Because of your stupid ego? And because you are so unhappy you have to find new exciting ways to destroy our reality!? You don't, don't you even care about anyone enough to stop yourself from using every second you have to fundamentally destroy the building blocks of the universe and everyone in it? I have to wonder, Rick, what are you going to do with that big brain of yours when it leaves you stranded and alone in a crumbling multiverse because you've eradicated everyone else? Are you gonna use-use those inhuman intelligent neurons to power the first floating stray lepton you find? Make it into some sort of sub-atomic bomb and kill yourself too? Because being alone with yourself is your worst nightmare? Why don't you save everyone the trouble and just….just…. "

"Kill myself? Wow...Morty...that's real harsh."

Morty ground his teeth and began to swing his legs. The Morgenflarf stirred but otherwise left them be. Swish. Swish. Swish. After a moment of gaining a good arc, he propelled himself up and onto the Morgenflarf's head. His grandfather was underneath him now, looking up at Morty in bored interest. "Harsh...well I learned from the best."

"Hmm, I guess so…" Rick said, resting his head on top of one of his balled up fists and gazed out at the rising sun. "Y-You know, maybe I should…"

"Huh?"

"Y-you know I was really OUGH really trying with this zit cream thing...I guess it is just impossible for someone like me to pay for his past in trying to make a better tomorrow. Have it your way, Morty."

Rick pulled his laser pistol out and shot off the Morgenflarf's right talon, the one that was holding him. Rick fell as the Morganflarf recoiled in pain.

"Rick!"

Running a hand through his short mangled hair, Morty sighed. The Morgenflarf was trying to nurse its wounds and fly away at the same time. Morty needed to think quickly. He wasn't going to let Rick get out of this adventure that easily. Plus, he would be lying if he said he didn't feel a little guilty if Rick were to himself because of something Morty said. Maybe he did have some sort of emotional effect on his Grandfather after all.

Morty let out a panicky breath, then, grabbed the Morgenflarf's noodley eyes. Morty grunted and pulled all his weight backward to tip the alien over. Like a shark, it fell asleep and dropped like a rock toward the ground. Morty flung his arms tight to his side in a diving pose to speed up.

The wind whistled loudly in Morty's ears, it's temperature was like a million knives stabbing Morty all over. After a few seconds, Rick came into view and Morty grabbed his foot.

"What are you doing, Morty?"

"What Rick? I can't hear, you."

"What are you DOING, Morty!" Rick shouted.

Morty yelled back, it was hard because he was having troubles staying conscious with such drastic elevation drops. "Look, Rick, I am sorry. You-you only get one life, ya' know, a-an-and if mine is going to get destroyed, well, I wouldn't it want it destroyed by anyone, but you Rick. You don't need to make the world a better, a safer, a better place or enslave yourself to a life of mediocrity by working for the greater good, or, ya' know, within the parameters of most cultured societies laws of decency in order to make other people happy. You- you, You just need to keep being your cold heartless self, Rick. Your evil, conniving, egotistical, drunken, self. I-I-I am fine, I mean, I am cool with that. I am sorry for yelling at you, a-and blaming everything on you, even though it was you fault Rick, because you know it was all your fault….but, it's just who you are, Rick. I have accepted that. I understood that a long time ago, Rick. I'm just having a pretty bad day, ya' know? I think it's pretty understandable, though, because you killed a bunch of people I care about. Look, all I am trying to say is don't do it. Don't end your existence...I wouldn't know what to do without you, Rick. Life would just be really fucking boring. I don't want that for the world."

One side of his grandfather's eyebrow went up. "Sheesh, what a crybaby," Rick said. He pulled out his portal gun and opened a small portal on the street they were supposed to smash into.

The portal hole closed quickly behind them, but not before a big squelch of the Morgenflarf hitting the pavement, too big to follow them.

Morty followed Rick's example and ducked and rolled as the world righted itself and they landed on a soft pink grass. His head spun and his shoulder twanged, but it wasn't dislocated. Rick sat up, pulled out his flask, and took a long swig.

"Rick...Did you plan that entire thing?"

"No, Morty. Well….Y-you know….not, not all of it. Not everything. Not your speech, Morty. That was BEEOUUUGGGH that was pretty sappy. Kinda gay, Morty. Probably….probably like in the top ten gay thing's I have heard you say. Good job, Morty. Super touch-, super heart-rending, Morty."

"Great." Morty said and began to walk off. The three sun's of this planet looked spongy and the hairy fruit seemed edible, reminding Morty that he hadn't had breakfast. Rick rushed to fall into pace with him.

"Come on, lighten up. M-Morty, we aren't done yet."

He was so tired. So tired of the games...but as he said before, he wouldn't have Rick any other way. Sometimes Morty just wished he could get a break from all the bullshit.

"Yeah, ok Rick, what now?" Morty sighed.

"Well with the way Gramflamites reproduce I would say we have a very short window before they have taken over most of America. B-B-OUGH-By my calculations, we have about an hour to get to the garage. Remember that time altering core-processor remote I used on your parents after we got incredibly plastered that one time?"

"You mean the one that we spent so long using that it literally fractured our point in reality into sixty different versions of ourselves?"

"Y-OUGH-eah thatttsss it. That's the one. If I use the international space station to alter the signal to stretch around the globe while you tune the frequency to one that only the Gramflamites can detect, then we should be set. It would just be a matter of everyone walking out into their lawn and shooting whatever Gramflamites they see. It's actually kind of perfect, Gramflamites skin can be used to upgrade our quality of shoe liners. Soft as a baby's ass, Morty. I need you to go-go get it and flip it on, but only after you tune it, and only after my mark, Morty. If I am not ready, only part of the world is going make it. We only get one shot at this, so don't blow it."

"N-no, no pressure then, huh?"

"Only no pressure if you have no regard for the continuation of humanity, Morty. Jesus, Morty t-this is serious!"

"O-oh god. Oh geez."

"That's more like it. Now go find that remote, Morty." Rick said zapping a portal behind Morty and shoving him through it with one hand.

"...Wait! You didn't tell me how to tune the-" The portal winked out of sight. "-device… damn it…."

Morty stood up and brushed himself off. The smell of the garage was comforting. He shook the row of flasks sitting on the workbench until he found one that was half full. Humming as he took a gulp, he set to work.

Shuffling through Rick's boxes for the remote was like looking for a hymen in a whore-house...for an honest man in congress….for- for- fur on a rattle-snake….Ok, that last one was really sucky, Morty thought. He was close to tearing his hair out. Twice he touched something he was sure could look back at him.

Knowing he was not going to find it here, Morty pulled the lever by the garage door and slunk down the stairs to look through Ricks "private things". Something he really dreaded doing. The darkness engulfed him like an old friend as the door slammed shut with a hiss.

The place was like a maze, rows, and rows filled with boxes and boxes of high-tech junk that was all senseless to him. It went on the entire length of the house, and Morty didn't doubt for a second that it extended beyond that.

"I hate y-you, you, you asshat, Rick Sanchez."

"Don't be so melodramatic, you little shit." Rick's voice came statically in his ear.

"Rick?"

"I'm using a holographic frontal lobe communication device I put in your ear while we were falling."

"...when did you-"

"That's not important, Morty, don't be dumb. Just listen, because I don't have a lot of time here. There was a little glitch in the plan. I got captured by the Gramflamites, they are taking me to their queen. The plan is going to go just like normal, though, Morty. Just wait for my signal. I got to go now, they are taking all my possessions, but that won't stop me, Morty. Nothing will stop me, Morty, ever, so just keep to your end and do what I told you to do."

"Jesus, Rick. Are you sure this will work?-"

When there was no comeback, Morty wrapped his hands around the opposite arms and rubbed. It was really creepy and cold down here. So many glowing ominous lights.

"Argggh! Oh mannn. Th-this is useless I am never going to fucking find-Oh…" Morty said, stopping in front of a well-lit cubby in one of the walls. He had stumbled upon the 'anything you want' magnet. Morty remembered trying it out on tons of things, the first being big breasted females, he learned to not use anything living after that, but it proved quite useful for things like porn magazines and ya' know, socks.

He flipped the button to ON and it started up. R-E-M-O-T-E Morty typed in. There were multiple points of rustling sounds from different areas around him.

Zoom-swish-plink. Plink. Plink. Plink.

Morty held the magnet up high, having learned long ago that if you didn't, you were bound to get hit with whatever came flying at it. "Now that is more like it!"

"Let's see… Nope...Nope...Nope...is this a remote to a time controlled bo-bomb? Jesus, Rick...Nope. Ah! Here we go!" Morty said excitedly as he tugged a few other remotes off of the big one on the left side of the magnet and tossed them on the ground.

Zzzz. ZZZAAATT. Morty looked down between his knees. One of the remotes he had tossed on the hard ground landed on it's landed on it's front and a mechanical… something…. Responded from several feet away/

Click. Clank. Boom. Click. Boom. Click. Clank. Boom.

Funny, Morty thought. Sounds kind of like….footsteps…

A metal robot armed with various weapons stepped out of the shadows and into Morty's vision. It looked down at the remote, then to Morty, and down to the remote again before letting out a mechanical laugh. " Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha. I. Am. Free. Ha. Ha. Ha.-"

"..." Morty grabbed the time remote.

Moving was the wrong thing to do. From different compartments in its body, the robot produced several weapons and aimed them all at Morty.

"Ooooaaaaaahhhhhhh! What the FUUUUUUUUUUUCK, RICCCCCCK!" Morty screamed as he tucked the remote in his shirt and ran away.

The robot chased after him, shooting ninja throwing stars out of a machine gun.

**Twenty Minutes Later**

"I-I am a alive! Oh god. Oh sweet Jesus, thank you. I'll go to church. I'll dunk my head under the tub filled with tap water. I'll eat the cracker and the grape juice. I'll put the money in the plate for the Pastor to use to get his daughter a new i-phone….Just let me make it through this, sweet merciful all forgiving deity whom I absolutely believe- aw f-fuck it."

Morty had ended up in a familiar room with the door shut and locked, but he knew it wouldn't hold for long. Sweating from the exertion of fending off a killer A.I., he looked at his watch, the time window was almost up. Since Rick hadn't given him a way to communicate, Morty hoped if he flipped the switch on at the last possible minute, Rick will have figured out the whole space signal by then.

To say Rick like to make things obscure and difficult to understand was an understatement. The number of buttons and dials on this remote was rick-diculous, Morty laughed pathetically.

If I were a Rick…. Morty thought.

Narrowing his eyes, Morty flipped the remote on its back and took off the paneling. There was no battery, instead, it had a tiny label that said: "In case of a non-human emergency."

Yeah, that's it. Morty flipped the switch.

With 20 seconds left, Morty clipped the back back into place and twisted the remote back over. He pressed the ON button.

He had no way of knowing if it worked or not, but he had bigger problems anyway. The robot had found a blowtorch and was almost done cutting a new entrance in. Morty scanned the room for anything he could use to short-circuit the Robots hard-drive. He was in the Morty's Mind-blower's Chamber.

Nothing useful then, the helmet didn't have enough power.

Gritting his teeth, Morty hatched another idea. It was risky, but having been around Rick enough, it just might work. They had some pretty insane luck.

The metal killing machine, at last, pushed through the makeshift door it had made, but Morty was ready. Kicking one of its arm's as it scrunched to come through the hole, Morty scampered to grab the blowtorch it dropped in surprise and turned it on the Robot at full blast. The Robot retaliated, but it was too late, Morty aimed for its head until the flame ran out.

Unable to detect where Morty was now, the Robot just began shooting.

Morty jumped on the Robot's back and began hitting it over the head with the empty can. Bullets rained and ricocheted from every wall. Busting most of the mind-blower crystals, and causing several shrapnels to hit Morty in the shoulder, the hip, and the lower part of the back of his leg.

"Ahh, F-fuck, OW!" Morty cried but held on tight to the robot until it finished firing all of its rounds. Then Morty finished the job, focusing the hits on the bleeping computer chip on the back of its head. When the chip crackled and sizzled, the robot wobbled once, then again, and finally one last time before tumbling downward, sending Morty skidding across the floor.

Morty slammed up against a false panel in the wall, but he only realized it when after a moment, it cracked open to reveal a few crystals.

The label underneath it said, "For my eyes only."

One, in particular, stood out to Morty, it was under a glass container with black tape across it.

Morty looked around the room...all was quiet.

Curious, Morty slowly walked over and picked up the helmet. Something so private? Morty thought he knew everything about Rick. He placed the helmet on his head and walked back over to the opening in the wall. Deep down, he knew that he probably shouldn't look at it. He knew that Rick would probably be furious if he found out...but he wasn't going to find out because Morty was going to just have a quick peek and then put it back. He removed the glass casing with the black tape.

Morty put the crystal into the helmet and the memory zapped into his mind...but it wasn't just any memory. It was his own memory.

"Morty...Oh shit, Morty. How much of this space weed have you had? There is a limit on that stuff Morty. I think I mentioned that." Rick interrupted.

Oh god… Morty thought as he watched the familiar scene play out. This was the night he had blacked out from. The one he couldn't remember….now he knew why. Rick took it right out his head.

"-All because you have some weird attachment to your grandson, making me want- need your approval and praise. When all the while, Rick, you just wanted someone to talk to so you wouldn't blow your brains out.-"

"Woah there, Morty. Wh-OAGH-at What are you doing there… w-watch what you're, where you're putting your hands, Morty. Let go of my fucking shirt."

"-And another thing. You can't be talking about dying Rick, y-you can't ever die Rick. I'll show you, Rick. 100 years Rick and Morty, Forever, Rick. And oh-OH, I'll go to college and I'll ace whatever class I take. I don't need you to make me feel dumb and weak. I don't need this and I don't need you."

"Morty, what are you doing!? Morty, get off of my lap."

"-And oh, I will graduate college and come back here and stand next to you and not feel like a child, Rick. I am not a child anymore. Do you realize that, Rick?"

"Morty, damn it, what the fuck, M-m-morty, go to your room."

"No Rick, I won't. I won't go to my room. Do you want to know why? Because I am an adult. I am an adult and you are an adult. I am not going to my room because I am an adult and I think I am not the only one ya' know, h-here who is, who's- who feels...H-"

Morty leaned in as if that would help him get a better grasp on the helmets ability to show him every detail of the memory.

"W-Who Who feels what, Morty? What, Morty? Horny Morty? Is, is, is this what you want, Morty?" Rick asked, no longer fighting his grandson off, but embracing him. Pulling him flush against his hips.

Rick was hard. Morty could feel his impressive length stabbing him in the gut, and he could smell the alcohol-space weed cocktail on his breath. Rick's eyes were so mischievous and so dangerous and so so authoritative. Morty couldn't move even if he wanted to.

"T-This what you want right here, Morty? Grandpa's package? Well, that is just disgusting! Just sick, Morty…."

"Rick!"

"- I admit it though, Morty. I have thought of it sometimes too, you know… OUGH. It wasn't always like this. One day you were an innocent, dorky, family member then the next...I don't know, Morty. You changed. I- I know you are an adult now, Morty. I am all too aware of that. Every single day, Morty. A-and...but, no, but we have to fight it, Morty. We can't let ourselves do it, Morty. Because everything ends, Morty. You. Me. Everything. Attachments only bring misery. It is all a chemical reaction, Morty. We can fight this."

"Rick…"

"I know, Morty, and trust me, you don't know how many times I have wanted to pin you down this summer and-"

"-Pin me down, Rick?"

"Yeah. Morty. You like that, Morty? Y-you have been getting pretty cocky lately. I want t-to to pin you down, Morty. I want to show you who owns you, Morty. I own everything, Morty. I especially owe you. I killed that Atlantian bitch that you lost your virginity too, Morty. That wasn't supposed to happen."

"Oh god! Rick!"

Rick slid a hand up under the back of Morty's shirt, caressing the ridges along his spine and burying his fingers in Morty's short curly hair. "Don't even worry about it, Morty. I'll….I can take it so slowly, Morty. I can drag this out forever, Morty. You'll be begging me...an-and I won't give you anything more than what I know you're ready for. It's actually pretty easy, Morty. Human genitalia is so simple compared to some of the ones I have had to crack. I can do things you can't even begin to dream of-to you, Morty. I know every weak spot a human body has."

Tightening his grip, Rick pulled Morty's head back sharply and began running his teeth at the base of Morty's throat.

Morty, back in the chamber, was instantly hard. He dropped to his knees, weak with the sensation of Rick's every movement. He wanted Rick to show him everything. Right then. Right there. Show him every way he could tear Morty apart.

Then something unexpected happened.

"...Rick…..Stop."

Rick froze.

He froze...froze like that for a full eternity. Morty's pulse hammering against his teeth. Rick's prick halting it's slow, sensual, grinding movements. Rick's hand entangled roughly around Morty's head. A strong hold. A commanding hold.

"...Morty…?" He breathed, hesitant. The hot air teasing Morty's sensitive skin. "Morty...what were you going to say, Morty? Earlier?"

"Oh, Rick….I was going to say...I can't be the only one who's happy. Ya' know? Happy with our adventures. Happy with our way of life, R-Rick." Morty whined. He sounded like he was guilty. He sounded uncomfortable. He was shaking all over.

Rick released Morty's head and Morty, pale from the horror of it all, slowly brought his chin down to meet Rick, eye to eye.

Ricks face was flinty, like it was made of steel. His eyes whirl of emotion. Calculation. Cold. Unforgiving. Angry.

Ashamed. Afraid.

But mostly menacing.

"Morty….I am sorry, Morty." His voice didn't sound sorry. He didn't look sorry.

"O-oh...Yeah. Now big, ya' know. ...I-It's ok, it's probably just the drugs talking anyway, Ri-" Morty felt a tiny needle prick in his neck.

"Rick! What..wh-what did you just do?"

"I can't have you knowing this, Morty. I can't even...I can't have you remember this. I don't even want to remember this myself, Morty. I won't even be able to face you in the morning after this weed wears off, Morty. I can handle a lot of things, Morty. But I can't let you know that I want you. Anything but that. It is just too twisted. A-And this is all Jerry's fault anyway, Morty. I am sure of it. Somehow."

"Please, don't do this...I...I won't make fun of you for this, Rick."

"I know you won't," Rick said darkly. "Goodbye, Morty."

The helmet shut down hard and Morty, gasping, pulled it off and threw it on the ground. It skidded to a halt in the middle of the room. Suddenly remembering himself, Morty scrambled over to it. "Oh god. Oh god. Oh god."

Good, the crystal was still intact. Morty unscrewed it from the helmet and carefully placed it back in its slot, shutting the panel with a hiss. Rick would not know that Morty knew the truth.

That he had wiped Morty's memories. That he- he-

"He lied," Morty said.

And Morty was going make him regret it.