AN: I decided to finish up two chapters. So, this is the second to last chapter before I release the sequel.

I'm gonna post the new babysitting fic before I finish (I got bored, so I just wrote the first two randomly. XD)

I mostly wrote this one while listening to Closer by The Chainsmokers. I love their music so much!

Chapter Twenty-Two:

Home

Rick and Morty left early the next morning after they sent off Summer, Beth and Jerry back to the house.

Morty fell asleep in the passenger's seat since he didn't get a lot of sleep in the first place (which he was used to by now). His head hung over the seat belt as drool dripped down his chin.

Rick looked over at Morty for a split second and smirked. The expression on his face made him happy.

He couldn't believe the only person in this family who couldn't hurt anything even if he wanted to, actually got his ass arrested and suffered with him. "What the hell was he trying to prove? That he was Jesus or some shit?"

But over all, he was proud of Morty for finally breaking out of his shell and actually doing something.

Rick decided to put on autopilot, take out a new set of incepters from his bag, put the transceiver in Morty's ear and the receiver in his own. He turned on Morty's then his and fell fast asleep.

Morty was sitting criss cross on the floor in his mind. He watched as memories started to pop up around him. Most of them were during his all-nighter nights where he injected himself with a serum to keep himself awake.

His mind found what happened when he was asleep in prison on the first day.

"You assume that taking me on alone will be the best option don't you? Ha! That will be your fast demise child!" Veronica looked at him straight in the face.

Morty looked at her as chains tried to pull him back. "Y-You're wrong! Rick c-could help me! He always does, well, most of the time."

Veronica snorted. "Why do you trust him? He doesn't give a shit about you! He never has and NEVER WILL. Plus, he can't really help you. Sanchez is weak and mark my damn words. He.. will…. BREAK!"

He felt his body being pulled back. His feet pulled back against the chains. "As long as I-I'm here, as f-far as I'm concerned, he won't! I can keep Rick sane. Y-You watch!"

"Smith, he can't stand two seconds with a gun in front of him. What makes you think that you, an insane teenager, have power over that? I rule here, you don't!" She stomped her heel.

Morty fell flat on his face. He couldn't win against her alone, but everyone was counting on him. "Keep…. it…... together. Morty, as far as she's concerned, Rick is her number one priority and she will stop at nothing to hurt him to make him crack."

"You may have control here, in the prison. But Rick and I have control in our own minds. You want to take me down and bring him with me, go on ahead. But realise… You… Can't…. Control….. U-Us!"

The memory fade afterwards. Morty put it in the files that he had for every memory he ever had. And he had a file for this. It was the "Retarded Nightmare" one.

Rick had popped in shortly after. He could tell that Morty sensed his presence since he didn't freak out. Or Morty just didn't care at that moment.

"He just sits there? What even is this?" Rick walked around for a bit until something flew past him.

Morty saw the large E on the memory. He opened it up and it showed when he was pulling one of his all-nighters.

"What the hell are you doing up this late? Shouldn't you be asleep?" Ericka was standing in the doorway of Morty's room, looking at him.

Morty looked up at her. "Y-You should know by now t-that nighttime takes up half of all t-time. I can't sleep anyways."

Ericka looked down to see what the hell he was doing. "What, because you have too many thoughts?"

"What? No, I f-fucking wish! I'm fucking plagued with nightmares! I can't sleep, even when I-I'm drunk! This is the only way I'm n-not plagued." Morty looked up at her then looked back down at his work. "Plus, I broke my gun that stays in the corner of my desk."

"How the hell did you break it?" Ericka noticed it was gone when she walked in. She was gonna ask about that.

Morty leaned back against the chair a bit. "Being s-stupid, I guess. It wasn't broken until I….. SUMMER! Goddamn her!" He cupped his face. His hands gripped his cheeks.

Ericka could tell his was upset and she really didn't blame him. "Put your door on lock when leave."

Morty sighed loudly in disappointment. "I do lock my door when I leave. She knows my password! Almost everyone does!"

"Then just change it." Ericka knew his password, but never went in uninvited.

"Eri, I can't remember any other password except for this one! I made the password that for a reason." Morty went over to his bed and fell face first onto it.

"Where are the schematics for it? Wouldn't that be an easier way to fix it?" Ericka looked at him.

Morty laughed sarcastically. "I didn't make schematics for it! I meant to but….."

"You forgot, didn't you?" She looked at him with an unimpressed expression.

"Shut the hell up! I was tired and I ran out of serum to keep me awake! You can't really blame me." Morty started to fall asleep.

"Get rest. You need it." She began to leave his room.

"Fine… I'll get some sleep! I don't really need it though." Morty looked at her with an angry expression.

"Goodnight. And don't be a bitch." She walked out to let him sleep.

"Fuck You Too!" He held up his middle finger in the dark which was pointless.

The memory ended and he took out the files again. For a teenager, he was organised, even in his brain.

Rick had watched the whole thing from behind Morty. "No wonder Morty didn't crack easily. He also isn't little anymore."

He walked over to Morty. He sat down fairly close to him. Morty didn't even look up from what was in front of him.

Morty was holding an envelope type memory with a large R in the middle. He didn't want to watch that one right now. He sent it back to where it came from.

Another one came to him, but this time it was with a large S in the middle instead of an R. He opened that one and it played what happened when he took her for a gun deal. "Stupid ass bitch."

"So I stay here? Then what the hell is even the point of bringing me in the first place?!" Summer was agitated. She wanted to come along to help, not stand and wait.

Morty reached into his "Assassin Backpack" and pulled out a spray bottle. "Go nuts on any Wanted posters with my face on them. I can't be found or we're screwed."

"Why are you wanted again?" Summer wanted to make him a bit upset. "I mean, besides the fact that you act like someone we know."

Morty sighed. "I t-told you: I'm an assassin and an illegal dealer. Why else would I be wanted?"

"Maybe because you're a retard." Summer laughed loudly.

He rolled his eyes. "Wh-When did you start acting like me?"

"When did you start acting like Grampa? I mean come on! Don't start being a fucking sheep." Summer had her hands on her hips.

"You smoke and do drugs that make your ass big! I can't take all the blame." Morty walked to the place he had to meet up at.

"Fine! But if you get arrested, it's not my fault!" Summer started tagging the poster with a middle finger with the words "Peace Among Worlds, BITCH!"

The memory ended at that and he put the memory in one of the files.

Rick blinked twice. "What the hell even was that? I assumed that they wouldn't do THAT."

A lot of memories with R started to show up. He didn't want to watch them with Rick around. It was too nerve racking.

Morty was starting to wake up. His eyes opened slowly. He felt warmth wash over him.

Rick had moved him into his lap. He was happy to be with Morty. He didn't care about what he saw in his mind. Morty would always be amazing in Rick's book.

His head didn't move when he woke up fully. His nerves needed to settle back in and actually wake up too.

They finally got home at twelve am Earth time. Rick didn't move too fast so he didn't scare Morty. "It's wa-way too late to do anything. I'm gonna take you to bed, okay?"

He got out of the ship slowly so he didn't fall on his ass. Well, slower than usual.

Morty didn't feel Rick move out of the ship, up the stairs or even put him in his own bed. "Y-You are the only go-good thing that came out o-of this mess we all call l-life. And…. I-I'm proud of that."

Rick left Morty's room to go get their stuff from the ship. He came back to drop off his bags then went to his own room.

He decided to unpack everything tomorrow. Right now, he was gonna sleep.

AN: One last chapter. Sorry about making ya'll think there was more. I didn't want to drag it on for an eternity.

The new babysitter fic will be up before the next chapter. I promise.

So stay tuned, and Stay Schwifty!