AN: For once, I'm not asleep right now. Yay! This chapter is just mentoring, interactions, and familial fluff.

No triggers or torture.

This chapter is based off the song Body Gold by Oh Wonder.

Chapter Nine:

I'm Sorry

Morty was up early, even though he wasn't going anywhere till they got tortured or something.

He dreamt of that same field and all the other things. It made him feel happy and calm. Rick was still asleep next to him. He snored softly. His mouth dipped small drops of drool. When Rick closed his mouth, he smiled slightly. Rick's face was relaxed. He must have been having a dream, a good one no less.

Morty smiled as his grandfather slept peacefully. He had only see him like this once, and that was when Rick was sleeping in his bedroom, drunk.

Rick woke up. He didn't want to think he was in prison anymore. Though, he always woke up there.

"H-How'd you sleep, kid?" Rick asked, his voice still raspy. God, he hated morning.

"P-Pretty good. It was hard falling asleep with chains on my wrists. Other than th-that, I slept pretty good." Morty replied.

"Y-You get used to it after a-awhile. Believe me." Rick chuckled a bit. He hadn't laughed at all in prison, till now. "So, what are you? Like a-are you human or a different sp-species?" Rick asked. He scanned the kid. Rick could tell he worked out a lot.

"I'm a human. I come from C-137. I'm an assassin. I kill for Rebellion. If you ever hear Veronica talk about a kid who wears a black hood and kills her customs guards, that was me." Morty pointed to himself. "I drink a lot, smoke a lot, and make a pair of guns. One for me, the other for whoever is my client. Unless it's Jackson or Derick. They get twelve guns. I get the thirteenth one." Morty explained his fake persona farther. He did sell guns, assassinate gromflomites, drink and smoke though.

"I-I sell guns to people, too. Drink a lot and smoke on a rare occasion. I kill when I need to. Remember kid, never betray me. Even if it comes down to life and death. Got it?" Rick had to establish the rule again.

"I don't want my testicles, or balls as my mouth. Relax, I only backstab the people who fuck with me. And you don't fall into that category." Morty laughed slightly.

Rick laughed too. This kid had a good sense of humor. He was gonna have fun getting out with him. "S-So, we're on the same p-page then? Good." Rick smiled as he saw a flash in the kid's eyes. It was like his when he got an idea or plan.

The prisoners cells came down. Morty understood what this meant. They had to go eat, shower and might get tortured.

"F-Follow me." Rick walked in front of Morty. All the other prisoners gave Morty dirty looks, in which he pulled out his dagger, scarring mostly everyone he walked passed. Others respected him for taking charge.

Rick sat down. Morty was followed by a bunch of other prisoners to the table, shooting other people death glares. He sat down across from Rick. One of the prisoners asked Morty if they should rough up Rick. Morty whispered back not to hurt him. They all nodded.

Rick wasn't eating this crap. It actually tasted like crap to him. He watched the kid eat the slop.

Morty spit out the a big pile of slop back onto his tray. He was coughing. It tasted like diarrhea mixed with alien vomit, and piss.

"I h-hope you won't hate me for this but…. Don't eat the f-food. It t-tastes like shit." Rick rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Note to self: Don't eat the prison food. It tastes like vomit, piss and shit mixed together." Morty chuckled.

Rick chuckled, then looked away. He felt a big part of himself fall apart inside and another feeling strangely…. calm. It was weird, since he only felt calm was when Morty was around him. Rick hated to admit it, but he did have a favorite grandchild. And it was Morty. He loved Morty more than Summer and would do anything for him.

Morty told the others behind him to leave for a while and if he need them, he'd yell. Rick turned around, his eyes were watery. Morty walked around the table to sit next to him.

Rick hugged Morty tightly sobbing violently, and uncontrollably. Morty pat his back soothingly. He wanted to say that he was always gonna be there for him, but if he jeopardize the mission, Rick would flip. "It's gonna be fine, I promise." Morty whispered.

"A-All I-I wa-want i-is t-t-to g-g-go ba-back to MORTY!" Rick cried into Morty's sleeve. He couldn't help it. Rick was the only human in this place, and he handled it well, for the first two weeks. Then he started thinking of Beth, Summer, and mostly Morty. He realized that Morty didn't mean what he told him, and he was just mad.

Morty wasn't expecting a breakdown from Rick, the person he had always looked up to. Morty felt something strange happen. His eyes turned light blue.

Council said in the note that Ricks had strong connection to their Mortys. So, their relationship grew stronger when they are together, even when Rick doesn't realize it.

Morty felt Rick calm down. His eyes turned brown again. Rick pulled away from him.

Rick wiped his eyes and walked off. Morty followed after him. Most of the prisoners went to shower. Rick noticed the kid followed him, even after he broke down. "S-Sorry about earlier. I u-usually don't b-break down like t-that." Rick found himself apologizing to the newbie in the prison. That was….. Odd.

"No sweat. I do it all the damn time. I get it." Morty really meant that. He was upset that Rick left them on Earth.

"H-Here's another r-rule: Don't drop th-the soap." He wanted to change the subject. Morty knew that Rick meant that one. Let's just say, Rick had done it before. He didn't know if the kid knew or not, but better safe than sorry.

"I've heard stories of ass rapists in prison and what happened to the victims. No thank you." Morty had almost been raped in the bathroom. That was bad enough. He showered thoroughly and dried off as best as he could.

The guards gave each of the prisoners back their clothes. It took no time at all for Veronica to show up. She walked through telling some of them to stay there and the others to go to their cells.

"You two. Go to your cells. No torture…. For today." Veronica stared both Rick and Morty down as she walked passed them.

"W-We got lucky this time, kid." Rick smirked. He finally got a break for a while.

Morty went to his cell and they closed it behind him. He watched as Rick got dragged. This must be his routine every damn day.

They got placed again. Morty sat in his corner as the chains grabbed his wrists.

Rick noticed that the kid was trying not to nod off. He wanted to make sure that a panic attack didn't plague him again.

Morty finally stopped resisting. He fell asleep.

Morty was dreaming again. He felt at peace and didn't want to wake up. All Morty wanted was for his dream to be a reality. Though, it might never happen. But he could try to make happen.

Rick saw the kid was curled up in a ball. There was a small smile peeking out of the cloth. He must have been having a really good dream.

Dreams are just memories of good times that your subconscious pulls out to make you happy. Nightmares are just horrible memories that you remember. They can't hurt you. Or at least that's what Rick would tell him all the time.

Morty found himself in an ocean this time. He was floating without drowning in the water, below the surface. He controlled the tides and waves. And he stayed under without gasping for air. He made ice shards out of a few water droplets and fired them. It was extremely odd.

It was about nine pm when he woke up.

Rick watched as the kid's eyes turned light blue, like his own. He woke up slowly, waiting to get up and jump out. "Y-Your eyes are l-light blue now? Aren't they supposed to be b-brown?" Rick looked at him, his mouth had some excess drool on the bottom of his lower lip.

He wiped off the excess drool off of his face. Morty took out his dagger and took a look to see that he did have light blue eyes like Rick's. What the hell was happening to him?

First, he got Rick's IQ, then he changed his last name to Sanchez, donned a lab coat, and now his eyes were light blue. He had no idea how the light blue happened.

"T-They were. I have n-no idea how li-light blue happened." Morty put his dagger back into his pocket.

Rick looked at the kid. He didn't wake up out of breath like yesterday, sweating, or crying either. He wasn't as worried for him, but Rick wanted to make sure he was okay.

Morty felt his eyes dry a bit. He blinked and his eye color turned back to brown.

"LIGHTS OUT!" The guard yelled.

Rick drifted off and Morty resumed sleeping. Somehow, Morty ended up in Rick's dream and Rick ended up in Morty's dream. They both dreamed of an adventure that they might have if Federation didn't have both of them and Rick was back on Earth with Morty…. Together.

Veronica watched the cameras before leaving for the night. "Those two are gonna PAY! Have fun while you can boys…. Cause I….. Will…. Break you."

AN: Here comes some damn feels in the next one. It might get sad during a part or two and will cause some heart break. So get ready for the feels train to kick into high gear.

Stay Schwifty my friends!