Warning, this chapter contains swearing, freezing people, and the implies Rick killing people. Not sure why I feel the need to put a warning, though. I mean, it's Rick.

I don't own Rick and Morty.

Welcome to the World

Chapter 2

Three years later...

Rick tossed a small, black plug in his hands as he watched a sitter, different from the previous, pull up her car hood in frustration. After toying with some of the machinery, her car still refused to start up. She kicked a front wheel in anger, then howled in pain, hoping and holding her foot.

Rick grunted and shrugged it off, throwing the plug off somewhere in the distance as he got in his car. He sipped at his flask before stating his car. That woman would never be able to start that cat up by herself. Not after Rick had sabotaged it.

Why had Rick done that, one may ask? Well, he wanted to be the one to pick Morty up from pre-school.

That's right. He didn't trust that woman. For all Rick knew, that babysitter was just as useless as the last one. Nope. Rick was not leaving his grandchild he her hands. Morty was much safer with him.

Ignoring the woman's yells and swears, he drove off in the direction of the elementary school, where Morty's preschool was held.

Rick wasn't even noticed by the office assistants at the desk. Too busy working in whatever was on the computer. So Rick just strolled in to the hallway with other parents, moms, dads, and a few older siblings. None of them really interested him. Rick just leaned against the wall, occasionally sipping his flask when no one was looking.

Finally, the class was let out and parents were allowed into the classroom.

Rick looked around and spotted Morty, sitting alone in the corner, his knees curled up to his chest. Rick shoved the other three-year-olds out of the way, making his way to Morty.

"Excuse me, sir, but what are you doing?" The teacher asked.

"What does it look like, lady?" Rick asked, rolling his eyes. "I'm here for my grandson."

"I don't recall being informed that Morty's grandfather would be coming," the lady speculated. "I was under the assumption that his babysitter would be coming."

"Her car broke down, so I came instead," Rick stated, glaring at the woman while picking up Morty. Morty squealed with joy, wrapping his arms around the back of Rick's neck.

"Grandpa!" He said, clinging to Rick.

"May I ask your name, sir?" The teacher asked.

"Leonard Smith," Rick stated, highly annoyed.

"Grandpa!" Morty said again.

"See? Morty knows me," Rick pointed out.

"Well, I see that, but-"

"Ugh! What is your problem, lady?" Rick snapped. "Stop trying to keep me from my grandson!"

The teacher took a few steps back, clearly startled. She stared at Rick, looking confused, while Rick just continued to glare at her. At that time, Rick had lowered Morty down a bit, settling him from Rick's neck to resting on his chest. Morty was quiet, up until he started poking around in Rick's lab coat, causing Rick's flask to fall into his hands.

Rick reeled back a bit as Morty started sucking on the nozzle, cap still kept in place.

"No, Morty," Rick said, yanking the flask away from his grandson. "That is not for Mortys."

"Sir! What on earth is that?!" The teacher exclaimed. Every other parent in the room was now staring at them.

"Uh, I think that's obviously a flask, lady," Rick said, before muttering, "And you call yourself a teacher..."

"Sir, you put Morty down right now!" The teacher shouted.

"Give me one good reason why I should!" Rick shouted back.

"I refuse to let Morty get into a car with a drunk driver!" The teacher yelled.

"I said a GOOD reason!" Rick yelled back. "And I'm NOT drunk!"

Well, not completely. Rick had been drinking for so long, even he doesn't quite remember when he started. So Rick would naturally have a high tolerance for alcohol. It gets to the point where it doesn't even affect his body unless he's drinking the hardest stuff. Which he wasn't at that time.

Morty started shaking with fear at all the yelling, clinging to Rick's lab coat, whimpering and silently crying.

"Now look what you've done!" Rick said, rubbing Morty's back. "You've made him cry!"

"I made him cry?!" The teacher shouted.

"See? You even admit it! Screw this sh*t! Come on, Morty! We're leaving. We don't need this cr*p!" With that, he started walking towards the door.

"You're not going anywhere, Mr. Smith!" The teacher stated. "I'm calling the police! Someone stop him!"

Rick started running, followed by some of the fathers in the room.

"Come back here, old man!" One of them yelled.

Old man? OLD MAN! Rick was in no way, shape, or form an OLD MAN! He was only forty-nine-years-old, and these guys had the nerve to call him an old man!

Barreling around a corner, Rick set Morty down onto the floor, and pulled out one of his newest inventions, a Freeze Ray gun.

Morty whimpered, crying, reaching his little hands out, wanting Rick to hold him.

"Just one sec, Morty," Rick said, turning his gun on. "I need to shake theses guys off our tail first."

Quick footsteps were approaching them quickly. Rick leaned his side against the wall, gun in hand, ready to take fire. Just before the first guy came around the corner, he was shot, petrifying him in ice.

Several men stopped right in their tracks, throughly shocked by what they had just seen. But that didn't stop the rest of the men from charging forward, either to check on the first guy, or to apprehend the man who caused the trouble in the first place. Rick wasted no time freezing the other men. Hesitation was never Rick's strongest aspect.

The rest of the men kept their distance, probably wondering what the heck they had just gotten themselves into. Rick took advantage of this, scooped up Morty, and bolted. He ran down the rest of the hall, past a confused-looking secretary, out the main door, and through the parking lot. He reached his car, strapped Morty up in the passenger seat, and hopped into the driver's side.

"Come on, Morty," he said, starting the car. Let's go get some ice cream."

As they drove away, all Rick could think was;

'Geez, all this drama just to pick up my grandson,'

XxXxXxXx

Rick reclined in his car seat as he and Morty hung out in the parking lot of the town's main ice cream place, Dairy King. Rick had chocolate, Morty had vanilla.

Morty had been crying the whole way to DK. He was still frightened by their escaping from the school. But once Rick handed him his ice cream, he quieted down.

"Bet your parents done treat you to this too often, Morty," Rick said, taking another lick of his ice cream. And that was true. Beth and Jerry really didn't. At least with Rick around, Morty could have some fun.

"Grandpa fun!" was all Morty could say. He still couldn't talk too well.

"That's right, Morty," Rick said. "Your grandpa knows how to have a good time."

For a minute, Rick started staring out of his rolled-up window, watching traffic roll on by. Kind of boring. Until a police cruiser pulled into the parking lot.

"Sh*t," Rick muttered. He knew that those cops were for them. He just knew. He knew these things. And the fact that they had caused a huge commotion back at the school helped immensly. But hey, it's not Rick's fault that everyone was nothing short of an idiot.

If Rick had to guess, his car must have been caught on the school security cameras and that's how the cops were able to track him down. But now wasn't the time to dwell on that. They were getting out of their car now and heading his way. Through his side mirror, Rick could clearly see that they had their hands on their pistols on their belts.

As usual, they made a huge mistake at thinking they could take Rick Sanchaz on. He wasn't going down without a fight, he never had gone down without a fight (Actually, Rick'd never gone down at all), andhe sure as hell wasn't about to start today. Rick reached into his coat.

"Morty, get in the back seat," he said, pulling out a gun. Not his Freeze Ray gun, a different gun. A ray gun. Morty looked at him, his words confusing the boy, ice cream inches from his face. "Get in the G*d damn back seat, Morty!" Rick snapped, trying to keep his voice down. Morty dropped his ice cream and crawled into the back seat.

"Stay on the floor, Morty," Rick said. "And keep your eyes closed." Morty stayed silent.

As if on cue, one of the cops knocked on the driver's side window. The windows were tinted black on the outside, making it impossible for the cops to actually see Rick. When the knocking got louder and harder, Rick gripped his gun. "Cover your ears, Morty," he said.

Rolling down the window, the cops didn't even see what was coming.

XxXxXxXx

Rick managed to get Morty home by four o-clock. From the outside of the house windows, Rick could see Beth and Jerry sitting at the kitchen table, concerned looks on their faces. "Okay, Morty," Rick said, setting Morty down on the door step. "I gotta go now. I'll see you later." With that, Rick knocked on the door, and took off running down the street.

Took me a while to write this, due to procrastination. Now I have to work on my ROTG request, and my HTTYD request, although the latter is kind of on hold for a bit.