A/N
Awww! So happy to see a few of you wanting me to keep this up, will definitely keep it going! Enjoy!
Morty woke up, his face pressed to a cold metal table and tears streaming his face. He looked around. Same garage. Same emptiness inside. He got up and put his hands in the pockets of the lab coat and walked to the kitchen, blank expression. Summer is found on the couch, her eyes on her phone and the tv on Ball Fondlers. "Waste of brain capacity if you're not going to watch it" Morty mumbles and takes some of the wafer cookies in his grandpa's cupboard.
He looks at the box then slams it down. "Fuck you Rick!" Morty cries out and collapses to his knees. Summer jumps and looks to Morty. "Woah. What happened and why do you have Grandpa Rick's coat?" Summer asks walking over and looking down at his little brother. Morty gets up and wipes the tears off of his face then walks back to the garage, being shadowed by Summer.
"Seriously, where's Rick?" Summer asks, worry residing deep in her words. Morty stop and spins, looking her dead in her pristine white eyes, compared to his red puffy eyes. "He's gone Summer. He disappeared with a note. He's not coming back!" Morty chokes and walks into the garage, shutting and locking the door behind himself. Summer stood in disbelief and walked to the couch, remembering the times she had with Rick then beginning to cry.
Morty's eyes welled up again as he looked around the room. His eyes laid on the flask Rick had left. He walked over to it "I mean… Rick says this numbs the pain…" Morty picks up the metal cannister and unscrews the lid. He places the cold metal against his cracked lips and takes a swig, feeling the warmth rush down his throat. The burn did soothe him. He placed the flask into the inside pocket of the lab coat, where Rick had it most, if not, all of the time.
Morty didn't realise it, but in a span of half an hour, he had drunken a whole bottle of whiskey. "Ooooh! I *hic* getcha' noww! You made it *hic* self refilling! You smart dumb *hic* dumbass!" Morty slurs and laughs sitting on Rick's bed. All of a sudden there's a sharp jabbing pain at his head, making him wince and drop the flask. He cupps his hands in his head and looks up. Nothing. Left, more nothing. Right, nothing. Wait. There's a blue star shape and an upset face, it's shaking side to side. "Rick…?" Morty chokes and gets up, walking to the apparition. Morty gets in front of the ghost like thing and extends an arm to touch it. His hand lands on something firm. "Rick?!" Morty yells and goes to hug his grandpa.
Moty bolts upwards, gasping for air. The lab coat clings onto his chest. He looks around. Nothing has changed, it's still the garage. Morty swings his feet over the side of the bed and rubs his temple. "Fucking migraine…" he mumbles. He places his feet on the floor, hitting something metal he looks down. The flask lay open on the floor. Morty picks it up and takes a swig. He gets up and sits at the desk, taking chemical compounds and one of the many things on Rick's shelves and makes it into something new.