AN: This chapter goes back to Rick. No Triggers. Just memories and fluff.

Chapter Five:

Keep it Together

Rick was engulfed into what Veronica yelled yesterday when that kid came and ran for someone's shit.

He never thought he'd want to try and figure out who that kid was. He wasn't Morty. Kid was too smart to be Morty. It couldn't have been Summer, Veronica called the kid a dude when he ran for the stuff.

Wait…. It could have been Morty! He didn't know how to make a portal gun, but probably tried. But the kid had tactic and Morty rarely had tactic. He would follow Rick around and purged twice on the same night four months ago. The kid did have a dagger, which was by far Morty's favorite weapon of choice. Maybe…

Rick's cell moved down from the rest of them and landed in the same place it always did. Rick was dragged, since he was being stubborn as fuck right now.

He was restrained into the chair, for the millionth time. Veronica was moving slightly faster. She must have been furious her guards didn't get that kid. "I can't fucking deal with these damn clods anymore! They give me a headache, not to mention, that damn kid took all of Sanchez' stuff! So now, we're all screwed! Someone just kill me now!" Veronica screamed.

Rick noticed something: She was having a mental breakdown. And he was laughing in his mind, smirking on the outside.

"Mom! I have news!" A young girl ran into the room

"Honey, tell me later. I need to do my job." Veronica looked away and then back at the girl.

"But it's about the boy who took Sanchez' stuff! You have to know who he is." The girl whined.

"I don't wanna hear- Wait what?! Who is he exactly?!" Veronica asked.

The girl whispered to Veronica something about he was a Sanchez and his name was Morty.

"I knew it! Thank you, Victoria. Now, run along and let mommy finish her work." Veronica smirked. She had her priorities in order now.

"You know what you have to do by now! Do it and meet my daughter out in the hallway. Do you understand?!" Veronica yelled.

"Y-Yes sir! We will do it now!" The two guards replied.

That helmet wasn't really new anymore. It had multiple functions:

Inception, reliving painful crap, reliving good times, oh and draining the crap out of someone to get answers. He was always tired when he was done with it.

Rick wasn't impressed by what she was trying to do. But he had never seen her daughter before. Hell, he never even knew that bitch had a daughter.

The machine finally started. He never resisted watching the shit he was subjected to, since he had lived it already.

But he saw something different: Morty. She was determined to make him crack, matter what she had to do.

It started out with very young Morty, small and innocent, nothing to trouble him. His parents were toxic and his sister screamed so much. Rick picked up his only grandson and cradled him in his arms.

"Shhh. It's okay Morty…. N-No need to cry. I'm here, your grandpa Rick." Rick hushed him.

"R-Rick! Rick!" Morty blurted out. His first ever word he said was Rick.

Rick was fighting the urge to breakdown. He watched as he put his grandson into the crib.

The next memory was of the time he had to babysit Summer and Morty. Not the morning he came, thank God. But the night when Morty was scared.

"H-Hey. Its okay, bud. No need to be afraid. I'm here." Rick whispered as Morty nuzzled into him.

"C-Can you stay w-with me for the night? Please?" Morty asked.

"Sure. Anything for you." Rick picked up his crying grandson, and walked to his bed. Rick had moved the covers back a bit. He let his four year old grandson lay on his stomach. They both fell asleep.

That one wasn't as bad, but stung a bit to relive. He wishes to be drunk while watching these, but he was left alone with his thoughts, and emotions.

The next few were the adventures they had together. Now that stung a crap ton. He never meant to sound mean, act like an asshole, or anything like that. He loves Morty, and doesn't want him to get hurt, let alone die.

One of them was the aftermath of the Morty led adventure. He was up all night and when Rick came to check up on Morty, he was balling his damn eyes out.

He felt tears prick at the sides of his eyes, but forced them back. He would not let her see him cry. Veronica wasn't going to win. She can't win.

"Come on Rick…. Keep…. It…. Together!"

His brain was trying to fight the sea of emotions that threatened to burst out and let her see.

The shit from the wedding popped up. He knew BP was dead, hell knows where Tammy or Squanchy is, and his family was back home on Earth.

What he didn't realize is that it wasn't over. The kid from yesterday popped up. "W-What the hell?" Rick whispered looking closely at the kid.

His facial features matched Morty's and his hood looked like Summer's. He never noticed the boy had taken off his hood, until now. He still had his dagger in his hand when he started looking for someone's shit.

"You don't understand! My sister is monitoring you! You can't let Rick know you're there. It will put him in more danger, let alone yourself and your family! Get his shit and get the hell out of there!"

He noticed his fighting style: Morty would only fight when needed, and when needed, he fought like Rick. And that kid was doing just that. So the question still stood:

Was this kid Morty, or just a vigilante?

Rick watched as the kid would jump off of walls, perform and stick backflips, and shot like only a Sanchez could.

The kid felt his hair go down in one part, and found his hair tie and put it back up. Then Rick realized: that was no vigilante that was his grandson.

He should have known. The kid used a dagger, and cussed like Rick, but ran like Morty. And he was one of the few people in his family who knew how to punch in the right coordinates on a damn portal gun. Other than himself.

The machine shut off. He knew Veronica was coming. She made this routine every damn day!

"I don't know where the hell that kid went off to, but I will find him!" Veronica yelled.

Rick then realized what Ericka meant: Morty had put everyone in danger. Beth, Summer, Jerry, and the whole Earth. She was going to search for him, then torture Morty right in front of Rick till he cracked.

"Take Sanchez back to his cell. He is no use to me as of right now." Veronica ordered.

They unstrapped Rick and dragged him back to his cell.

Veronica was right on one thing:

They were all screwed.

AN: In a couple more chapters, then the plan comes in. I made Rick realize that Morty was the person who came to get his stuff. I will try to post a lot today, so I can move this story along to at least chapter eight. Then, I won't feel bad because Rick won't be alone any more.

Stay Schwifty my friends!