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“C-137, do you attest by agreeing to this we will allow her,” Zeta Alpha Rick jabbed his finger towards you, “to stay alive.”
“I’m not agreeing to any-“ your mouth started to move, you stopped. Tears threatened to spill. Rick hated when you cried in front of him. You tried not to do it too often.
Before you could even blink the tears away - everything was frozen. Your Rick, Rick C-137 had stopped everything. He always amazed you, in the short two years you had known him - you had trusted him in everything. But this? He was taking mad scientist to a whole new level.
“Y-yes you are b-babe,” your Rick finished with a belch.
“How did this even happen?” You asked as he sauntered over to you. He ignored your question, you both knew how this had happened. You had to admit you admired his demeanor, hell his entire person. In the midst of a trial of himself by himselves, your Rick still had the best style. You gave him a small, sad smile.
“Like w-what you see?” He whispered, coming closer, you couldn’t move. The council had bound your hands and ankles in blue glowing cuffs.
“I do,” you batted your eyes at him, hoping he didn't notice that you were on the verge of crying.
“You sure…y-you sure are something special, princess.” Rick pulled you into him, pressing his lips to yours, your cuffed hands falling against his chest. You sighed into the soft moment, because with him…there wasn’t any.
Princess was your nickname, Rick knew you had a soft spot for Han and Leia’s space adventures. It was like a dream come true at first. Anything in the absolute universe, the cosmos, at your fingertips. But you never imagined it’d end up like this. Battered, bruised, and busted on the floor of the massive Citadel courtroom.
You were what the counsel of Rick’s referred to as an Anomaly, Oddity, in all the universes they had studied, every Rick that was registered with the Citadel…there was never another timeline of you meeting a Rick. Whispers had been heard of a rogue Rick that had taken you in another dimension and disappeared, but it was never confirmed.
So you became the counsel’s focus. What made you so special that Rick C-137, stayed in a relationship with you, shaky at the best of times, but steady? The only other woman had been Diane and she was consistent in almost every alternate universe. Fuck you didn’t even know how or why it was a thing - but as far as you knew, you were the only existence of yourself. Anomaly C-137.
The counsel had pursued you for the last two years, Rick had staved them off, but they at last resort threatened Rick with what all Rick’s hate…The Galactic Federation. He was backed into a corner. They said you were a threat, Rick was distracted, it made the timelines and universes off-kilter. Something about the attraction Rick had for you, rippled into the other realities. Mortys were ceasing to exist, Ricks were dying off. You had seen Rick’s research.
“Are you sure?” You searched his dark, electric, blue eyes. For someone of his age - he didn’t act or look it. The drinking didn’t help, and while he appeared as a long limbed, thin older man, with a deep gray almost blue hair, he was part cyborg. His body was just a vessel, C-137 had probably been through thousands of Rick suits. You never asked because to you, whatever or whoever Rick C-137 was or is, didn’t matter - you had fallen in love with him. He didn’t know that, but you weren’t about to share it.
“You’ll fix this right?” You looked up at him, he seemed lost in thought staring around at the scene before him of the counsel and Morty lawyer next to you. Your heart was pounding, the kiss had given your tears time to dry - but you were on the verge of hyperventilating, a universe without Rick...how would you survive.
“I hope so.” With that, Rick looked down at you. “I - I love you.” He murmured. He whispered your name and felt a pinch in your neck and everything went black.
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"Hello?" You sleepily answered your vibrating cellphone.
"You’re late!” Your sister screeched into the phone.
“Fuck. I’ll be right there.” Your sister lived a couple of houses down and decided to have a neighborhood barbecue. You weren’t sure why she strived so hard to integrate into suburbia. It didn’t suit you well, you craved adventure. That’s why you had taken a job working as a flight attendant commercially. You were never home so making nice with the neighbors wasn’t high on your priority list.
Nonetheless you loved your sister dearly and wanted to show up for her. You looked at the alarm clock, 11:00 AM. You had gotten in from London last night, and promptly passed out.
You hurried through the bare minimum of your morning return and shimmied into a pair of black skinny jeans and a black t-shirt. Summer weather and your sister be damned.
"Hey sorry I'm late!" You called into your sister's home, you had let yourself in. Your hands full with bags of food and beer, she of course, had requested.
"Oh!" You let out a startled noise as you bumped into the back of a tall figure. "I am so so-" you started to say, but the man had turned around, the sentence died on your tongue.
"Do I know you?" You peered up at him, glancing up and down. He was hot...for an older man. He had to be at least 60, wrinkles had barely started to form around his eyes and mouth, his long nose suited his face and he was tall. The longer you looked at him...the more handsome he was. Just your type.