AN: Emotions coming now! Beware if you have a hard time controlling mixed emotions.

Reunion!

I listened to the completed version of Love Like You to write this chapter.

Chapter Twenty-One

Love Like You

Morty led Rick up to the roof with a blindfold on. He wanted to make this a surprise so Rick could see his mom, Bird Person, and Squanchy in one place, just at different times.

"W-Was this really necessary?" Rick had his hand on the railing so he didn't fall on his face.

"It is. And you'll love it this way." Morty opened the door to the roof top.

"Sshh! Dad shut the hell up!" Summer brought Beth to the rooftop as well.

Morty unblindfolded Rick. His vision cleared and he started to tear up.

Beth ran to Rick and hugged him tight. "H-Hi sweetie. I-I missed you so m-much."

Beth looked up. "Oh dad!" She was crying happily.

Morty smiled. Rick and his mom were happy and he was enjoying this.

They stood there like that for a couple minutes. Jerry didn't like it one bit and tried to stop them. "No, dad. Don't ruin this for them. You already messed up a lot, let them have this. They need it." Summer held Jerry's arm to stop him from going any further.

Rick couldn't hold it in anymore. He started crying too. "Dad are you?" Beth looked at her father cry a bit.

Rick wiped away tears that started streaming down his cheeks. "Yes, Beth. I am."

Beth pushed back after a couple minutes. "I love you, dad."

"I-I love you too, sweetie." Rick stopped crying.

"Rick, close your eyes. I have something else to show you." Morty walked up to him slowly.

"Oookay?" Rick covered his eyes after closing them.

Morty brought Bird Person and Squanchy from the hallway. Beth and Summer both looked surprised. "You can open them now."

Rick uncovered his eyes and a huge smile spread across his face. He ran to Bird Person and hugged him while Squanchy moved to hug Rick.

"I-I thought- B-But how?" Tears streamed down his face as he looked at Bird Person.

"I saw him squanching "dying" and Ericka came to find any Freedom Fighters. I told her he got squanching shot multiple times and he was probably died, but she squanching said to bring him to the infirmary anyways. And this all squanching happened." Squanchy looked at Morty who was looking over the edge of the railing.

This was a normal thing for him. He was used to being the third or fourth wheel or just be unnoticed. Morty would come up here all the time when Rick was still in prison since he was alone and drink to numb himself to not think about what he'd said after the wedding and that it was most likely his fault for Rick leaving. And he could never handle it when he was without Rick.

Morty didn't have his flask, thank God, so he just stargazed while they talked to each other. He didn't want to ruin the moment for Rick to be with them.

Rick kept talking to them. He noticed that Morty was standing alone. "I-I'll be right back." Rick walked over to Morty.

He stood looking wherever Morty was looking. "What's wrong?" Rick looked over at Morty.

"Nothing. I do this all the time." Morty was still looking at the stars surrounding them.

Rick laughed a bit. "Since when?"

"Since me and Summer got here. I was alone, so I'd come up here with my flask and get drunk or stargaze if I ran out of liquor and didn't bother to fill it back up. It was the only place that I wasn't harassed by everyone." Morty looked to the side.

"You d-didn't like being alone again, d-did you?" Rick knew Morty did anything at all to forget about what he did. He didn't blame him.

Morty shook his head. "I made too much crap, had too much free time on my hands, hell, I almost gave up. I knew not to, but my anxiety lingered on to try and stop me from finding you. And I wasn't going to lose you." He looked back up at the stars.

Rick looked over at him. It was like he was staring into a mirror at a younger version of himself. Morty was a year younger than him when he decided to start drinking and doing crazy ass crap. And everyone made fun of him for being a genius. Then he established that school was for idiots.

"It was like my worst fear was coming to get me. And it was going to consume me until I did something to end it….." Rick and Morty knew they were too intelligent for their home planet.

"Out of all the Mortys I've ever had or seen, you're by far my favorite." Rick ruffled his hair. Morty smiled.

He wrapped his arms around Rick. "I love you so much, Rick." Morty buried his face in Rick's shirt.

"I love you more." Rick picked him up off the ground the best he could.

Morty wrapped his legs around his torso and his arms around Rick's neck. Rick rocked him slowly humming a song that he didn't remember the lyrics to in Morty's ear. He figured out what Rick had been singing in his dreams: He'd been singing Love Like You to him.

"I know what you're singing." Morty was falling asleep like that.

"Then what am I singing if you know it?" Rick smirked at him.

"You're singing Love Like You." Morty yawned a bit.

"How do you know what it is?" Rick felt Morty grow heavy on him.

"You sang it to me when I was a baby, Rick. I remember the tune. And I loved when you would." Morty closed his eyes.

Rick laughed. "It was the only way I could get you to go to sleep. You would cry for hours but when I'd hum or play the song on my guitar, you fell asleep in my arms. And it was…. Adorable to watch you sleep." Rick smiled as he remembered when he babysat for Beth and Morty would fall asleep on him.

Everyone left them alone on the roof. Rick left to Morty's room to put him to bed. His heart felt warm and he felt fuzzy with Morty sleeping in his arms.

Fifteen Years Ago….

Baby Morty was cranky. He hadn't had a nap yet and he was really tired. He wanted to go to sleep. He started crying loudly to try and get Rick's attention.

Rick heard Morty crying from his own room. He walked out of his room to see what was wrong. Rick picked up the screaming child and rocked him back and forth slowly. "H-Hey buddy, what's the matter, huh?"

Morty quieted down a bit. He wanted to fall asleep right here right now.

Rick didn't know what he wanted. He didn't smell like shit, he didn't seem hungry. Morty quieted down more when he heard Rick humming something as he tried to figure out what he wanted.

"You're tired, aren't you?" Rick continued to rock him in his arms. He hummed something random and it didn't work.

"The kid was fucking picky on what he heard to put him to sleep. Just fucking great." Rick tried to remember a song he loved. He started humming Love Like You and Morty yawned.

He continued to hum it to him until the last verse. To his surprise, his grandson fell asleep in his arms. And he hated to admit it, but he looked adorable when he slept.

Rick brought Morty into his room to continue his work. Morty slept on his lap while he sketched out schematics for an invention. He was with his favorite person and didn't want him to leave…. Ever.

Rick opened the door. He laid Morty on the bed and covered him with the blanket that was on the bed. "T-Thank you. I owe you one for this."

He walked out to see Jerry standing outside. "What do y-you want? If you came to pull on my heart strings again, it's not gonna work."

"Don't play dumb with m- Wait what? Your heart strings? I upset you last time we had a conversation while Morty was asleep?" Jerry was dumbfounded. He thought Rick wasn't capable of emotions.

"Yeah…. And that's why your son broke your arm. Duh!" Rick started walking off when Jerry grabbed his arm.

"Why would he do that if he doesn't fight?" Jerry looked at Rick like an idiot.

"It's in my part of his genes. A Sanchez becomes protective over someone when they are vulnerable depending on how their relationship is with them and who they are. Reasons why I'm protective when I have to be." Rick rolled his eyes. He really didn't want to explain himself for this.

"I thought you were protective because you're a parent." Jerry crossed his arms.

"There is that in there too. But it's instinct. Hence the reason your son isn't dead." Rick was walking away from Jerry faster this time. He just wanted to go back to his room.

Rick shut the door to his room quick. His head felt oddly fuzzy and dizzy, even though he wasn't drunk. He wasn't thinking straight. Rick took off his lab coat and face planted onto his bed. He was tired as it is so it didn't matter.

Soon, they'd go back to Earth and everything would be normal or his version anyways. Right now, he was happy to be with his family again and that was all that mattered.

AN: This is gonna end in three more chapters. I want to end this one on a positive note and then the sequel starts off with crazy shit like how it would be in the show.

Hopefully I get everything down the right path for the sequel since I felt that this one was everywhere.

Stay Schwifty my friends!