Chapter 6 (Continuation)
Morty awoke to a soft ticking noise. A bomb? No, impossible given the time, no one would be targeting the house. Morty slowly groaned and got out of bed looking around. A dim light was shining out of the door and seeping through the crack under the door. Morty picked up the essentials for a fight, who knows who's out there. Morty grabbed a wooden baseball bat from his closet, he didn't play, he was just a paranoid teen. He then reached for his own homemade portal gun, only to grasp the air. Morty's eyes widened in fear as he looked around frantically trying to find if with that dim glow from under the door. Before he knew it his bedroom door flung open and revealed a man in a stained white lab coat.
Morty grasped the baseball bat firmly as his eyes adjusted. The halo that the light from the hall had given the man didn't suit his personality. "Rick?" Morty groaned and put down the bat rubbing his eyes. "Yeah it's me kid come on we have to do thi- *belch* things! I-I-I-I-I-I fixed your shitty ass portal gun, yeah no thanks required." Rick had only been back a week and he was back to his normal self. Something Morty had kinda only a little bit missed. Morty groaned. "Rick that was mine, I-I-I-I-I-I-I made it myself sh-shouldn't I tell you when it needs to be fixed? Not you?" Morty retaliated. Rick stared a drunken stare "Sheesh. You're welcome." Rick rolled his eyes and told Morty that they had to leave now but Morty stood his ground. "No Rick! It's midnight and I have a test later! I need to rest! Give me back my portal gun and…. And fuck off!" Morty pushed Rick out of his room and snatched his portal gun.
Rick stood outside of the door and looked at the white door. He stood for a moment before backing away. Maybe Morty needed some time to cool down.
Rick wandered down the corridor and back to his garage, where he took a shot. Not a bullet, no not yet, he just got back. He added a shot of tequila to his flask and drank from it, grimacing at how strong it was then settling down into it, allowing it to burn his throat. Rick sighed and looked at the hunk of garbage that he had laying around. He couldn't leave or he would be tracked. He sighed and tapped his toes on the ground. Rick started mumbling before passing out.
Morty awoke later, his racoon eyes adjusting to the light. Morty stood up slowly and decided to shower. Morty had found it a real struggle to keep off alcohol. His body craved it like a needing. Morty stepped into the shower, letting the hot water run down his back ,steam filling the bathroom. Morty sighed. Different day, same shit. Morty questioned asking Rick why he left, but Morty knew that if he asked then Rick would only become interested in his hangnails and cuticles.
Rick groaned to life as his eyes flickered open and he looked around, hearing the pipes going and creating loud pressure buildup. Rick took a swig from his flask and stood up looking around. Rick stared at the mess there was on the floor. He pushed one foot forwards and slowly began cleaning. "Messy workspace, shitty work… That kid is so ungrateful! Little shit. I-I-I-I fixed his goddamn device and he didn't even thank me what a di *belch* dick!" Rick groaned being his usual grumpy, drunk self.
A/N
Hey! Gonna be working on this when I can. Sorry about how long it took, and sorry for how short this chapter is, longer ones to come soon! If anyone has headcannons they want to add to this story, you can comment them and I'll decide if I'll add them or not. Have a lovely day,
Charley