AN: And away we fucking go! We're back in Rebellion with my two smart asses. I'm coming back from where I left off in the last chapter.

There is some Spanish in here. If you need, you can translate it.

Fluff! Get yer fluff here!

This chapter is inspired by It's Over Isn't It from Steven Universe.

To know what the lyrics of the song are in one part of this chapter, listen to It's Over Isn't It at the same time. I don't wanna get copyrighted.

Chapter Fourteen:

It's Over Isn't It?

Rick was still asleep in the passenger's seat. He was snoring softly and every time he closed his mouth, he was smiling.

Morty looked at his watch. There was an hour left until they got back to Rebellion. He wanted to put autopilot on, but figured it wasn't the best idea to not know where the fuck would go. Especially if he gave the wrong coordinates.

Morty's communicator was ringing in his ear. "What do you need, Summer? I'm driving and Rick is asleep." Morty tried to be as quiet as possible.

He wasn't going to wake Rick up. He looked so relaxed and peaceful. Morty would have to do it later anyways.

"Sorry, but…. Where the hell are you? I thought you were coming back right way." Morty was getting annoyed.

"I wanted to make the ride smooth so Rick could get some rest. He needs it, since he was standing as a crucifix for two damn months." He looked over at Rick. He was lying in the position Morty usually did when he fell asleep in the passenger's seat.

Summer stopped talking and turned off her communicator.

They were about forty-five minutes away from Rebellion. Morty was lucky there was no turbulence or he'd be having a hell of a time driving.

He had gotten way better at driving. There was no way in hell he was going to drive Jerry's car. It wasn't the same and he would wreck his car. It would be hilarious to watch him take it to the dealer and Rick would be laughing his ass off.

Morty snorted. He thought about how damn funny it would be.

He looked at Rick again. His face was relaxed and he was breathing fine. After giving him the serum, Rick relaxed more. He must have been hurting from the wound.

Morty focused on what was in front of him. He needed to get back as soon as possible.

It took two hours, but Morty finally got Rick and himself back to Rebellion without crashing the ship. Or denting it either. Thank God.

"Psst. Rick, Rick wake up." Morty shook his left shoulder.

Rick slurred into consciousness. He didn't know exactly know where the hell he was, but started to piece it together. "W-Where are we?" Rick blinked slowly.

"Rebellion. I just landed the car." Morty looked at Rick, seeing that he was still having trouble figuring out where they were.

"H-How long w-was I out?" Rick was still completely out of it. He wasn't on anesthetics, but he sure felt like he was.

"Two hours. The same amount of time it took me to drive from point a to point b." Morty watched as Rick found a bottle of scotch whisky. He drank some and his head was instantly fuzzy.

"Goodbye to being sober. Hello drunk abyss of not giving a shit. I missed you. A lot!" Rick's head was swimming in the long waited drunk buzz that he was looking forward to.

"Glad to see you're normal again. I missed you, Rick. This you." Morty was getting out of the car when he felt an arm wrap around him.

Rick was hugging him, with his bottle of scotch in his right hand. "I-I missed -UUURRRPPP- you too."

Morty was getting a lot affection from Rick lately. He didn't mind. It gave him something else to think of than making and selling guns, drugs and suicide. Morty wasn't going anywhere. "I-I love you, Rick."

"I-I love you too, Morty." Rick felt Morty snuggle into him.

"Don't ever leave again. Okay?" Morty looked at Rick. He was trying to see if he could read his emotions or facial expression. In which he couldn't.

"I-I'm not going anywhere. Don't worry." Rick let Morty sit on his lap.

Morty clung to Rick's jumpsuit. He didn't care if he smelled like crap. Morty started to fall asleep on him.

Rick got up and carried Morty over to his own room.

He was still a pile of emotions that exploded a lot during prison. When he felt vulnerable after having enduring watching some of the left out memories with Morty, he knew something or someone was there. He was glad that he'd realized Morty was with him.

Rick got to Morty's door. He pretty much guessed his password. And to his surprise, he guessed correctly. The kid would need to get a better password. But he wasn't gonna criticize him right now.

Morty had a pretty good setup. All of his shit was in different places so he could find them. His guns were up higher than where he probably should have them. But what did he know.

"He wasn't kidding. Summer was in here." Rick saw a crap ton of processing chips on the floor.

Rick finally got to his bed. He laid Morty down on his bed, covering him with a blanket in his closet. He fell asleep.

Rick planted a kiss on his forehead. "I'll be back later. I promise." Rick was walking out of the room, when he saw all of his own shit sitting in the corner of the room. For a teenager, Morty was pretty organized. He looked at a note on his desk. It was from Council.

Godforbid, what the hell was Morty doing there? Rick read the note. He had found it underneath his gun. So it must have been really important to put it under his own gun.

He finished reading it. He'd have to ask some shit later. But not now. Rick wanted to let him sleep. He had been through as much as he had.

Rick left to go take a legit shower. He smelled more like vomit, crap, and piss than usual. He needed to get some crap from his own room.

He found brown pants, a lab coat, light blueish shirt, boxers, and socks. He left to the bathroom.

Rick locked the door. With his own experiences, he'd been walked in on way too many times. Rick stripped his orange jumpsuit and everything else he was wearing underneath.

He noticed a large blood stain. "W-What the fuck?" Rick touched his left side in between his rib cage and his stomach. He'd been stabbed, but was healed. "God damn bitch. She must've stabbed me." Rick got in the shower and felt a tiny sting. It didn't hurt too bad.

Summer was calling Morty every five seconds. She got really worried.

She walked in Morty's room to find him asleep on his bed. Which meant Rick was somewhere. Summer left to go and find him.

Rick got out of the shower. He put on his clothes. He felt so much better now. The real question was, how was he going to get out of Rebellion to other dimensions? "I-I'm not making a-another damn portal gun."

Morty was up. He remembered that he made a portal gun for Rick, with extra modifications. Morty walked over to Rick's room. He put a note on top of the portal gun. He ran back to his own room before Rick could see him.

Rick walked back into his room. He found a portal gun on the table with a note on top of it. Rick read the note.

Rick,

Thanks for letting me drive. It was nice.

I noticed before I started the car that you were bleeding. So, I injected you with a serum, like the one I used and the one I gave Ericka. Hopefully it helped. It was the last of my serum. I'll make more later.

I had another portal gun in one of my boxes that I forgot about… Whoops.

So, I'm giving it to you. It took way too damn long to make two of them. So don't break it or lose it.

~Morty

Ps: It has modifiers on it. I don't remember what I put on there, but you can figure it out.

Rick was happy to dimension hop again. He was going to run over to check on Morty real quick.

He opened Morty's door. He was still asleep. Rick didn't blame him for sleeping long.

Morty felt his head being touched. His body didn't understand what was going on. He opened his eyes to see Rick sitting next to him, gently stroking his forehead with his thumb.

"H-Hey buddy. H-How did y-you sleep?" Rick wasn't drunk, he really didn't need to be.

"Fine. I-I thought you would h-have been doing s-something." Morty also thought he was drunk. But he wasn't gonna jump to conclusions.

"I-I took a s-shower. That's r-really it." Rick wanted to do something with Morty. He didn't want to dimension hop alone. Though, he'd do it at some point.

Morty thought he smelled cleaner. "I-If you want, y-you can take your s-stuff. I-I kept it h-here so Federation wouldn't take it again."

Rick looked at him, and he smiled. "Gracias significa mucho para mí."

God lord, Rick hadn't spoke Spanish in a long time!

He only would speak to Beth in Spanish when she was younger.

"I wonder if Morty knows Spanish. They call him stupid, but he must have learned something during his seven hours of class… Which I made happen."

"De nada, me importa mucho acerca de usted." Morty had learned Spanish, so he put it to good use.

Morty really thought of Rick like that? "Te amo, Morty." Rick was trying not to tear up.

"Yo también te amo, Rick." He wrapped his arms around Rick. His eyes watered. Morty wasn't really good at Spanish, but it was good enough to communicate with Rick.

Rick hugged him back. "Yo te quiero más." He was crying. Rick meant it.

"¿Estás llorando, Rick?" Morty was crying too at this point.

"Sí estoy llorando. ¿Estás llorando, Morty?" Rick looked at the nightstand. It had the picture he took of when they went on that camping trip in another dimension. It made him tear up more.

"Sí estoy llorando, Rick." His voice cracked.

Rick moved back from Morty. "W-Where did you learn t-to speak Spanish?" Rick was really curious, since Beth didn't speak it around the house.

"It was the only class I paid attention to in school. I didn't zone out while I was learning it. It was interesting to learn." Morty was speaking truthfully. He would teach himself late at night before Rick came into his life.

"Did y-you pay attention to a-any other classes?" Rick was crossing his arms.

"Not really. It happened before you came. I wouldn't pay attention since it was boring. Don't feel bad if you think it's your fault I didn't pass a lot of my classes. I was already flunking. My dad doesn't know what he's talking about. He shouldn't blame you." Morty looked at the ceiling. He wanted to tell him that he had dropped out.

"W-Why did you l-leave if you were f-flunking?" Rick didn't know what was really going on.

"Because…. I dropped out of high school after the first month you were arrested. Both of us did." Morty fell back on the bed.

Rick looked back at him. He dropped out? He'd expect that from Summer, but never Morty.

"I was afraid to be harassed by gromflomites and have to look at shit. I knew what they would have done. Both of us knew. Mom and dad don't know." Morty put his hands on his head. He sighed loudly.

"Y-You made the right decision. I don't care that you dropped out. Y-You did what you th-thought was right. No se bata en torno a ella, Morty." Rick wanted to know what he was so worried about.

"Gracias, Rick." Morty sat up. He wasn't stressed out anymore.

"Sooo, do y-you wanna go somewhere since I h-have a portal gun again?" Rick took out his portal gun that Morty gave him.

"Yeah! Just, let me change first." Morty was not going to walk around with a jumpsuit on.

Rick left Morty to change. He had seen Morty naked, like in prison, but he deserved privacy. Before he left the room, he took his guitar.

He started playing It's Over Isn't It on his guitar. He hummed the tune as he strummed the strings.

Morty found Rick sitting on the floor playing his guitar, humming It's Over Isn't It. His eyes were closed and enveloped in the music. Morty sang the words as Rick played.

Rick started singing together with Morty. They both started crying.

They both cried over Beth. After a while, Morty stopped singing to let Rick sing a bit. Morty could tell he was singing about his mom. It was the way he looked mad and then drooped down that gave it away.

Rick kept playing. He never realized that Morty was standing there. After the last verse, he took out his flask, which he kept in his pocket always, and took a huge swig.

Morty sat down next to him. Rick looked up from his flask. "H-How long have you b-been sitting there?"

"Since five seconds ago. I just changed." Morty lied. He was not about to say he heard Rick singing, and crying.

Rick stood up. "I-I have to put my guitar i-in my room. I'll b-be right back."

Morty felt horrible for Rick. He'd been through so much. He knew what that song meant. Rick didn't like Jerry and to him, he lost his little girl to his father.

"Ama a mi madre, pero no le gusta mi padre. ¡Hijo de puta!" Morty was using swear words he learned when Rick would swear in Spanish when he was little. Mostly when he babysat him and Summer. Mostly to Summer though.

Rick heard Morty as he walked down the hallway. "¿De qué estás hablando?" Rick had his arms crossed.

"No estaba hablando de ti. Como si estuviera, pero no en el mal camino. La segunda parte yo estaba gritando en mi padre." Morty blushed when he said the last part.

"¿Tú llamó él un hijo de puta? ¡Ese es mi pequeño culo inteligente!" Rick ruffled Morty's curly hair.

"¿Y si yo le llamo un hijo de puta a la cara?" Morty looked up at Rick.

"¡Eso sería hilarante! Deberías hacerlo." He took out his portal gun.

"¡Sí, Voy a!" Morty smiled wider.

"¡Excelente! Si necesita mi ayuda, sólo dime." Rick winked at him.

They both went through the portal.

"Ericka! My mom and dad are here! But, how?" Summer looked outside.

"It was Unity. She called me earlier to tell Rick that she was dropping off your mother and father. I couldn't find him, so now it's a surprise." Ericka looked behind Summer.

Summer ran up. "MOM! DAD!" Summer hugged them both.

"Hi Summer! Where's your brother, and Rick?" Beth wanted to see her father right now.

"I don't know. Morty is sleeping… I think and I don't know where grandpa is." Summer looked back.

"Oh, okay. When you see them…. Tell them to come and see me. And Jerry." Beth looked disappointed.

Summer walked off. "Morty! You are not gonna believe it! Mom and dad are here!"

Morty's face light up. "Great! Tell mom we'll be back in a couple hours."

"¿Quién fue?" Rick kept walking.

"Sólo Summer." Morty had to catch up.

"¿Que queria ella?" Rick looked to his side.

"Sólo para decirme que mamá y papá están ahí. Perfecto."

"¿Porqué es eso?" Rick smirked. He already knew what Morty was thinking.

"¿Recuerde anterior cuando yo llamó padre un hijo de puta? Llego a decir a la cara. ¡Y si no le gusta, entonces él puede ir a la mierda!" Morty made a fist to face gesture and then he flipped his dad off initially.

"¿Desea la venganza no es así?" Rick could tell Morty wasn't gonna back down.

"¡Infierno sí! A pagar de ese hijo de puta." Morty wanted to get revenge for Jerry making Beth cry. It was risky, but it was all he could really do.

"Sí. Yo te ayudaré como un traductor Inglés al español." Rick had this plan already ready.

"Pregunta rápida , ¿alguna vez siendo terco frente a mamá?" Morty thought he had, but he just wanted to ask.

"Sí mucho. ¿Qué?" Rick was trying to think of the obvious reasons that Morty would ask that. Unless Beth said something to Jerry after he left.

"Madre cusses mucho y es que ... la última vez que dijo cosas en español y ella se puso muy molesto." Morty gripped his arm. He was giving too much.

"¿Qué dijo ella?" Rick looked at him. He was afraid again.

"Mamá dijo que el padre debe ir a la mierda a sí mismo ya que no puede dejar de jactarse de su estúpida trabajo y él simplemente debe salir."

"Oye, ¿qué vamos a conseguir perdido un poco para que pueda tener en su mente de todo lo que te preocupa . ¿Qué estás diciendo?" Rick wanted Morty to just take a breather. He needed it, since he had been planning and everything else that had happened.

"¿De Verdad? ¡Eso suena divertido! ¡Deberíamos hacerlo!" Morty was excited. He hadn't gotten wasted in a long time, which was three months ago, but that didn't matter.

This time around, he either had to get Rick home when he falls asleep drunk, or Rick had to carry him home because he was drunk asleep.

"¡Entonces vamos a conseguir perdido!" Rick shot another portal to a club. It had no age restriction for alcohol, smoking, or really anything.

"This is the best fucking day I have ever had in my damn life!" Morty had to practice with his Spanish a bit more. He'll practice later, when he won't be drunk.

Summer blew up Morty's communicator again. Little did she know that he turned off his communicator entirely. They weren't coming back for…. Twelve hours at max.

AN: This took me three days to write. I was catching up with Steven Universe, since I haven't watched it in months.

I heard It's Over Isn't It and it made me cry. It sounded like something that Rick would have sang. Even though it was about Rose Quartz. But anyways, Rick would have totally sung it.

The next chapter is going to have a lot of swearing… In Spanish! It will be way funnier. This story won't end until I can wrap it up right…. And start thinking of what will be in the SEQUEL!

Stay Schwifty my friends!