AN: Here we go again! Morty stands up to Jerry. And he swears in Spanish.

Another chapter with some fluff. It's addicting to write. Also, non swearing in Spanish too.

This chapter is heavily inspired by Waiting for Love by Aiivi.

Chapter Fifteen:

You Don't Care

Rick was awake on the floor. He must have passed out. He was still in the club from last night. His head was pounding. "F-Fucking hangover."

He didn't see Morty anywhere, or as far as he checked. He got up slowly. Rick walked around to look for Morty. He had been drunk before, or as he said in prison, so he couldn't have gotten far.

Morty was fast asleep, and totally drunk. Rick saw him. He wasn't going to wake him up.

Rick picked up Morty and opened a portal. At some point, he was bound to vomit any alcohol that he had consumed.

The good thing was: He had punched the coordinates to Morty's room, so he didn't have enter his password. The bad thing was: Beth and Jerry were around here somewhere and he would have to talk to them. Though, he had to do that anyways, but not now.

Rick laid Morty on the bed like he did earlier. He covered him with the blanket again. Rick made sure that the trash can near by, so Morty didn't vomit everywhere.

"Vendré a ver más adelante prometo." He put Morty's door on "Do Not Disturb", so he wouldn't get woken up. Rick could tell Morty was gonna have a hell of a hangover.

Rick punched in the coordinates to his room so he wouldn't be seen, or harassed. He needed to make some medicine so Morty didn't feel too shitty. "H-Here goes… pretty much everything. Let's h-hope I don't wake h-him up."

Morty woke up early, and felt like a bag of crushed dicks. He could literally feel his heartbeat in his head and he felt the bile rush from his stomach into his throat.

He grabbed the trashcan and threw up. Morty started dry heaving, luckily he found water. His stomach hurt, his head hurt, pretty much EVERYTHING hurt.

Rick sped walked over to Morty's room. He wanted to make sure he was alright. He unlocked the door and walked in, closing it fast to help him if he felt like legit shit.

He saw Morty gripping his stomach. Morty didn't look so good. "Oye, Morty. ¿Como te sientes?" Rick had his hand in his coat pocket. The medicine was in his hand, ready to give to Morty.

Morty looked up. He couldn't move, well he could, but it hurt to do so. "Me siento desgraciado, Rick. ¡Me duele la cabeza, me duele el estómago, mi cuerpo duele todo encima!" Bile rose in his throat again. He wasn't gonna grab the can in time.

Rick picked up the trash can and sat next to him. He rubbed his back as Morty threw up.

Morty started dry heaving again. Rick moved the trash can and gave him the water. "Gracias, Rick."

Rick held his hand out with the medication in front of Morty. "Toma esto. Se sentirá mejor después. Lo prometo." Morty took the medicine and drank the water to wash it down.

Morty's headache subsided. He could feel the pain that was literally everywhere stop. His stomach was still putting up a fight, but that could be fix with food.

"Rick, ¿podrías conseguir algo de comida por favor? Podría hacerme sentir aún mejor. ¿Por favor?" Morty felt somewhat like shit. He needed food to satisfy his hunger.

Rick saw the look of "You owe me" on his face. "¿Qué quieres que consiga?"

"Comida rápida. No me importa lo que se obtiene. ¡Me sorprende!" Morty was just hungry. He really didn't care, even if it was udderly terrible, he'd eat it anyways.

"Bien. Vuelvo derecha. Si tu mamá o Jerry vienen, fingir estar dormido. ¿Bueno?" Rick was not in the mood to explain why their son had a hangover.

"Bueno. Gracias, Rick." Morty didn't want to explain the reason he had a hangover. No bueno!

Rick left to get food. He was starving too, so he bought the same thing. Hopefully, neither of them vomit.

Morty heard footsteps come to his door. "Morty! Open up, I wanna talk to you!" Summer was pounding on the door.

His headache came back. "¡Cállate! ¡Estoy intentando dormir! ¡Déjame solo! Saqué toda la noche y estoy cansado."

"What the hell did you call me!?" Summer didn't know he could speak fluent Spanish.

"I told you to shut up, I'm trying to sleep. I pulled an all-nighter last night and I need my sleep." Morty made up a pretty good lie.

"But I really need to talk to-"

"¡Perra Déjame en paz!" Morty was getting pissed off.

"What Did You SAY?!" She got fucking pissed.

Morty could tell she was about to explode if she got in his room. And he felt too much like shit to deal with that.

"Please, I'm tired and you're giving me a headache." Morty really wasn't lying. She is giving him another wicked headache and he was feeling drowzee.

Summer walked away. Morty laid back down on his pillow and doze off. He didn't feel any bile coming up or a headache.

Rick portaled back in the room. He saw Morty sleeping. The kid must really feel tired. Rick wanted to play something on his guitar but it was all the way back in his room.

He spotted a guitar. He walked over and picked it up. Rick played softly. He hummed a tune that he forgot the lyrics to, but knew what the song was. Rick hummed it until Morty got up. Or until Jerry came in to talk to him.

Morty woke up. He smelled something delicious. Rick's head was against his bed. It looked like he'd been crying. "¿Qué es el problema, Rick?"

Rick looked up. His eyes were still watery. He wiped the snot and tears off his face. "No se preocupe, Morty. Estoy bien."

Morty knew he wasn't fine. He wasn't stupid. "Dime la verdad, Rick."

Rick sighed. He really didn't want to talk about it. But, it might take something off his conscious. "Jerry me dijo que me dejó a todos atrás para ser un puta egoísta! Eso no es por qué lo hice, usted y su hermana ambos saben que!" Rick tilted his head back.

Rick opened his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Me crees, ¿verdad, Morty?"

Morty looked at Rick. "Siempre voy a creer que, Rick."

"Gracias, Morty." Rick got up and grabbed the bag of food.

"W-We should probably eat. Here." Rick handed Morty the bag.

"T-Thanks, Rick." He ate like there was no tomorrow.

Rick saw Morty stuff french fries into his mouth. "Slow d-down. You'll t-throw up if you e-eat too fast. Believe me, it's h-happened before."

Morty felt way better. He didn't want to throw up anymore, and his hunger was satisfied, for the time being. "Whenever you're ready, I'm gonna tell my dad off. He shouldn't call you that, and you shouldn't sit there and take it. I'm not gonna stand by and let this happen."

Rick was surprised. His grandson cared about him, but he never thought this much. "Y-You mean it, Morty? Like legit?"

"Hell yeah." Morty really meant it. Rick wouldn't let him just sit there and take it. He wasn't gonna let Rick deal with it either.

Plus, this was a long time coming. Jerry had called him a fucking mistake, defective, and said to him that he shouldn't have been fucking born, hoping he wouldn't retaliate. But today was the fucking day he would. If he was a fucking mistake, defective, and shouldn't have been born, then Jerry should have kept his dick in his goddamn pants, both times.

"This is also pay back for him being an asshole to me, mom and Summer. Hijo de un perra." Morty's blood boiled, but Rick didn't notice. He got better at hiding his anger.

Rick finished eating as he said that. He snorted. "Preach, M-Morty. Fucking preach."

Morty laughed. "Te amo, Rick."

Rick laughed. He wrapped his arms around Morty. "Yo te quiero más."

Jerry knocked on the door. He entered the password, and he was locked out. "Let me in!"

"So much for this happy moment. Rick, you ready to help me out?" Morty looked at him.

Rick smiled. "¡Momento de la revancha de Jerry!"

"He's lucky I don't drive a sword up his anus and throw some mega seeds up his ass." Morty smiled up at Rick as they both got up.

"Morty!" Rick elbowed him playfully.

"I wanna scare the shit outta him, so I think you should open the door." Morty thought about this while he was drunk.

Rick entered the password. Jerry came tumbling in.

"Rick, you motherfucking piece of sh- Hey Morty. How are you doing? I'm glad to see someone who appreciates me." Jerry really didn't think any of this through. He thought Morty was still asleep.

"Save it. ¡¿Por qué demonios cree que podría llamar a Rick puta egoísta de mierda a mis espaldas!?" Morty was mad now. You can't just assume that someone isn't there, and then start talking behind the person's back.

Jerry looked confused. "What did he just tell me?"

Rick laughed. "He said: Why do you think you could call me or as he said Rick, a selfish fucking bitch behind his back? He pretty much cussed at you in Spanish on the last part."

Jerry almost flipped his lid. "You know as well as I do that he doesn't care!"

Morty popped his knuckles. The armor around his wrists came out.

Rick looked at Morty's face. "You pissed him off."

"Escucha, he intentado ser agradable, pero ahora estoy enojado. Voy a tener usted sabe que él se preocupa. Así que cierra la puta boca!" His eyes turned light blue.

Rick watched Morty's anger consume him. He needed to stop him before someone got killed, even if it was Jerry. "Morty, creo que Jerry entiende. Vámonos, tenemos que conseguir algo, o lo que sea."

"Sí, tienes razón. Papá, no vuelvas a decir eso de nuevo. ¿Bueno?" Morty looked at him.

"What did he say?" Jerry was really bad at Spanish.

"He said that I'm right and told you not to say that stuff ever again. And he wanted to establish that you knew." Rick didn't mind being a Spanish to English translator, but when it was Jerry that needed help, oh my fucking God.

"Yeah, yeah, I won't." His fingers were crossed behind his back.

Morty saw his arm behind his back. "Rick, break the arm behind my dad's back. Please."

Rick didn't really understand, but he did it anyways. Jerry screamed louder than Morty's vomit wails.

"No me mientas ... ¡NUNCA!" Rick moved. Morty put three things of duct tape over Jerry's mouth, and broke his arm more.

Jerry took off the duct tape. "Okay! Okay! Just…. STOP!" Morty let go of Jerry's arm.

"That was for everything you said about me, Rick, Summer, and mom. You never ever speak behind ANYONE'S back, you mother fucking backstabber!" Morty pushed him out the door. His arm hurt a crap ton.

"W-What did he say about you and your mom?" Rick's blood started to boil.

"He called me defective, a mistake, and that I shouldn't have been born. At one point I retaliated by saying that if I was a mistake, that he should kept his dick in his pants, both times. My mom…. I really don't wanna talk about that….." Morty was really mad. He didn't take shit from Jerry anymore.

Rick almost blew over. "I-I saw your eyes c-change colors again. I think it might be because…. Wait. Morty, do y-you still have your files with you?"

Morty thought about it. He remembered that the folder was on his desk. "Hold on. I'll be right back."

Morty almost fell flat on his face, but he caught himself. He unlocked the door and grabbed the folder, making sure his birth certificate was out…. Rick would flip if he knew he changed his name.

"Here." Rick took the folder. He skimmed through the pages. He saw Morty looking down at the corner of his eye. Rick finally got to the page that gave information on what massively changed.

Morty felt a hand touch his shoulder. He was pushed into Rick's stomach.

"Is Rick mad? He probably is mad. I really wouldn't blame hi-" Morty felt his head been touched.

Rick looked down at Morty. He smiled slightly. He could tell Morty was tense. Rick really didn't blame him. It was his stuff.

One of the massive changes was his traits. He had a high IQ or a Rick's IQ, his brainwave patterns changed drastically, and his anger grew. "No wonder he was aggressive in prison."

He looked at the bottom. It said he was an unstable teenager, who on an occasion, would become protective of a family member, depending on who they were, and if he cared a lot about them.

Rick felt Morty wrap his arms around his waist tightly. "W-What did you find out?"

Rick looked down at him. "Well, it says that your anger g-grew. Not really surprised. And that you're an unstable teenager, who on a certain occasion, would become protective of someone, depending on who said person is and if you cared a lot about them." Morty looked up at him when he said the last part.

Rick sighed. "Y-You're like….. Me. I a-am unstable. And…. Yes on a certain occasion, I will become protective of someone, depending on if I like them, and for…. How much I-I care about them." He hated saying who he really is without liquor in his system, or when he was sober beyond any stretch of the imagination.

Morty looked to the side and then back up at Rick. He realized that his eyes only turned light blue when Rick was around, or when he felt that Rick was threatened. "Th-That's the reason my eyes t-turn light blue. When I-I feel like whoever is threatened is n-near me, I get over-protective of them."

Rick looked down. He felt something else happen. He felt his body become warmer. Like he was sober again, but he wasn't. "Morty, who triggers y-you to become protective of them?"

Morty knew, he was just uncomfortable with talking about it. "It mostly h-happens when I s-see you in a vulnerable state. It j-just happens, I swear!"

Rick looked down at him. "Really? My vulnerability triggers him? Wow." His mind was trying to comprehend what was really going on.

"T-That's why in prison, I prematurely exposed myself. I couldn't b-bear watching you breakdown, Rick. It t-tears me apart." Morty couldn't hold back any tears he was pushing back.

Rick turned to him and kneeled infront of him. "Morty, I- It's just that…-" He couldn't think of the right words and didn't want to come out as a douche. He did that already as it is.

He finally figured out what to say. "Morty, you are single handedly the only real thing that gives me happiness. You're…. A beautiful miracle that would have torn me apart if you were never born. Ricks need Mortys like Mortys need Ricks. I don't like being vulnerable when anyone is around, especially you. I'm….. Sorry." Rick had tears streaming down his cheeks again.

"Don't be sorry for that. Our vulnerabilities are what make us stronger. It's who we are. And I won't blame you for being vulnerable. I'll be there for you, Rick. I promise." Morty hugged Rick, resting his head on Rick's shoulder.

He hugged back tightly. "Thanks, Morty." His emotions were still everywhere, but he felt….. Loved beyond the central finite curve.

Rick stood up. He helped Morty get up off the floor. "Vamos a hacer algo... Aparte de beber." He took his portal gun out of his pocket.

Morty looked up and smiled. "Sí."

Rick opened the portal and they both walked through.

"Mom! Mom!" Victoria was standing over Veronica, trying to wake her up.

Veronica got up. "What the hell happened here?!" She was about to scream. "Where is Sanchez? WHERE THE HELL IS HE?!"

"I hate to inform you, but….. He escaped." The guard really didn't want to inform her.

Veronica was about to explode. She threw the guard against what was left of the wall. "YOU LET THEM ESCAPE?! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

She kicked him in the nuts.

"Mother, I have a tracking device on Morty. You blacked out after getting hit in the face by Ericka." Victoria wasn't prone to telling the full truth. She wanted to be a rebel like her aunt. But if her mother found out, it would be all over.

Veronica stopped kicking him. "Good job, sweetie! Now we know where he is. Doctor Marlion! Start making new ways to get information out of the prisoners. NOW!"

Veronica left with her guards. Victoria was left alone. She saw two photos that someone dropped on the way out. It looked like Sanchez, his grandchildren, his daughter, and his son-in-law. The other was one that Sanchez's son-in-law took after the wedding. The one with Sanchez was happy while after the wedding looked grey and upsetting. "I'm so sorry Tammy did this to your family…. I never meant for any of this to happen."

She knew now. Victoria felt great sympathy for Morty's family. She also felt really horrible about what her mom did to Rick. Hopefully he got to an emergency room or something, cause he was screwed.

Veronica had punctured his abdomen with a dagger that she put poison on. He was so done. "Shit! Morty, you better figure that out quick, or Rick's done for."

AN: This took me way too long to finish. If anyone thought that was the last time we'd see federation or Veronica, not even close! She plays a big role in the sequel. Well a bigger role.

Next chapter will turn south pretty quick. It will be up a couple hours after this one. So watch out for that!

Stay Schwifty my friends!