AN: Not really crazy in this chapter. Just Morty taking care of Rick.

I was listening to TheFatRat Never Be Alone from Tasty on YouTube. The whole idea just came to mind for this chapter from the song.

Chapter Seventeen:

Never Be Alone

Rick was awake at hell knows what time. He was going to try and get up without pulling out the stitches, since he needed to go take a leak.

It suddenly occurred to him while he got up that it smelled like burnt plasma. "What the hell?"

Rick didn't run to the door, but he sped walked so he didn't piss on the floor. He closed the bathroom door. It felt so good to Rick to be able to piss since he didn't go yesterday.

Morty woke up. He still smelled like burnt plasma from two days ago. His journal was in between his legs.

He picked it up and started writing in it. That was a weird habit for him when he had his journal.

May 23, 2015

This might not be as crappy as I thought it would be. No one knows about my last name and first name change but Ericka.

Rick is better, saying that he got out of bed and most likely went to the bathroom to go piss. Hopefully the wound will heal better.

I really should have known that a wound doesn't heal that damn fast, since mine never did.

I still smell like burnt plasma from my plasma gun exploding while Rick was still under anesthesia. Hopefully he didn't notice.

I don't know what's worse: That I almost cried myself to sleep thinking about the worst case scenario, or thinking about the worst case scenario all together. I usually don't think about it because there are multiple realities in which it could or couldn't happen.

Hell if I even know. I just need to remember that nobody exists on purpose, nobody belongs anywhere, and that at some point, everybody's gonna die. So it really isn't a big deal.

~MS

"Note to self: Don't fall asleep in a chair or on a desk. It sucks." Morty was sore from sleeping in a chair. A god damn chair.

Rick walked back from the bathroom. He looked happier.

"Hey Rick." Morty tried to stretch to make the sore go away. It just made it worse. "Shit."

"You're sore, aren't you?" Rick looked at him. He sat on the bed.

"Kinda. Eh, beats sleeping on the floor." Morty really didn't care. He'd slept in worse places.

"You know, if you want you could sleep with me. I don't care, it's just a thought." Rick rubbed the back of his neck. He really didn't care. He just wanted Morty to feel okay when he woke up.

"You'd let me? Wow, thanks!" Morty's face lit up. He'd never really slept with Rick, except for that one time when he was four. But that really didn't count since Rick slept with him and he asked him to.

Rick was all for having someone with him. He didn't like being alone and he assumed Morty didn't either, based upon seeing him with his journal and getting arrested.

Morty wanted Rick to be happy. He didn't want to see him upset. Right now, Morty just liked being Rick's company.

"I know I shouldn't ask since it's not my business, but why does it smell like burnt plasma in here? Mostly where you're sitting?" Rick kind of knew the answer to that question.

Morty smiled sadly. "Funny story or I think it's funny. I was bored so I got my plasma gun, took it apart and tried to resemble it. Let's just say it blew up in my face. Literally." Morty laughed a bit as he said literally.

Rick's expression turned from confused and curious to smirking. He started laughing. "How did I not hear that? It would've been louder since the plasma and the rest of the gun exploded."

"It happened while you were still under anesthesia. I didn't understand how you didn't hear it." Morty blushed a bit. He really didn't understand it.

"I must've been really out. I would've heard it instantly, depending if I wasn't completely out of it." Rick was laughing so hard he started to cry.

"Yeah... Hey, do you want anything to eat? Cause I'll pick something up if you want." Morty was really trying not to be a douche bag.

Rick knew he needed to eat. "Could you get fast food? I don't c-care where you g-get it from."

"Sure thing. I'll be right back." Morty opened a portal and walked through.

Rick reached over to the journal on the chair. He knew it was Morty's journal, but he'd never read it before since it wasn't his business.

He skipped a couple entries. There were a lot of pages that were from their adventures and what they did when they weren't going to die.

Rick saw a portal open. He put the journal back on the chair.

Morty walked through. He gave Rick the bag and sat down in the chair. "You went through my journal didn't you?" Morty looked at his portal gun.

"No…" Rick looked over at Morty. "Okay yes." He felt ashamed.

"I don't care. It just seemed weird that my journal was almost off the seat. You can read it if you want." Morty didn't look up from his portal gun. He wanted to figure out what modifiers to put on the portal gun.

Rick opened the bag and ate like it was his last day alive. "Holy crap, this is good."

Morty tried to take it apart without breaking it. He didn't have a screw driver, so that was out of the question till he got to his room.

Rick laid back down. He was full and content. The one problem was that he was sober again, and had a headache again. Rick started rubbing his temples.

Morty went to sit next to Rick. "M-Morty, what are you- Oh My Fucking God."

Rick started feeling better. Morty was massaging his temples. He started feeling sleepy. "Thanks, Morty. It feels really good!" Rick knew he shouldn't be taking advantage of Morty's generosity, and he really wouldn't do it all the time.

"Do you want me to stop or are you fine?" Morty really didn't care that Rick was taking advantage of him. He really just wanted to see him happy.

"No, No. Don't stop." Rick was relaxed like this. His headache started to go away.

Rick fell asleep. Morty dimmed the lights and planted a kiss on Rick's forehead. He came to sleep with Rick in the bed.

Morty was laying next to Rick, and was curled up so he didn't kick him. Rick put an arm around Morty. He accepted the chance to snuggle close to Rick. He made sure he didn't touch any of the stitches.

Rick and Morty slept together. Their breathing became synced after a while. It was like a dream come true for Morty. He was with his favorite person, they were happy and he wasn't shut out.

It was the thing he was waiting for since his fourteenth birthday. He was happier than ever.

Rick was sleeping contently. Nothing could bother him. He was loved and cared about. Like what happened with his ex-wife, but he wasn't pushed aside.

They were both at peace. And nothing could make them upset.

AN: This is when I decide not to crush everyone with feels. I wanted some more fluff.

Hopefully it doesn't take so long for the next chapter to come out.

Look out for the next one.

Stay Schwifty my friends!