Rick stared at the toddlers for a second.

"Grandpa Rick?" the girl ask.

"yeah Summer?" Rick ask. he wasn't drinking as much while they were younger as he would when they got older.

"will you make Morty stop crying?" Summer ask. Rick looked at the eight year old, then back to her three year old brother, who was laying in his toddler bed across the room. he wasn't feeling good. his idiotic father had gotten him sick with bronchitis.

"I can't make him stop." Rick said.

"daddy does." Summer said. Rick raised an eye brow.

"how does he do it?" Rick ask, burping. Summer ran off and came back with a sippy cup and a bottle of whiskey.

"he gives him this! he says it's medicine, but you always drink it and your not sick." Summer said. "its alcohol." Summer added. Rick was shocked and snatched the bottle.

"your dads been giving him this?" Rick ask. he got up and headed for the kitchen to put his whiskey away. there was a loud smack sound and Morty grew quiet. Rick, poked his head back into the living room. the three year old was holding his cheek, staring tearfully at the idiot that was his father. Morty held his cheek, cowaring away from Jerry. "what happened?" Rick ask.

"I got him to be quiet." Jerry replied. Rick shoved him.

"I wasn't asking you idiot." Rick growled. he knelt infront of his grandson. "Morty what happened?" Rick ask.

"you know he doesn't talk-" Jerry started. Rick silenced him with a glare.

"I wouldn't talk to you either." Rick hissed at him. he looked back at Morty. "tell me what happened Morty." Rick said. Morty sniffled.

"daddy h-hit." Morty whimpered quietly. Rick moved the boys hand to see the hand print on his cheek. Rick scooped him up.

"kids don't ever do what Grandpa Ricks about to do." Rick glared. both nodded shakily. Rick swung around and punched Jerry hard across the face then took Morty into the kitchen. he knew the boy wasn't feeling good already as he sat him on the island in the middle of the kitchen. he pulled something out of his pocket. "open." Rick said. Morty whimpered and covered his mouth. "don't worry it's real medicine not what your idiot dad gives you." Rick said.

"Grandpa Rick why'd you hit my daddy?" Summer ask.

"he deserved it." Rick replied, giving Morty some medicine.

"dad! you hit- what happened to Morty?" Beth ask running over to scoop her son up. she looked his face over.

"that idiot husband of yours." Rick glared. he looked at her. "does he hit you too Summer?" Rick ask.

"he broke my arm last year pushing me own the stairs and when mommy leaves him in charge daddy locks me and Morty in our rooms and gets really angry when Morty gets upset. I hear him yelling at Morty and then there's some loud crashes.... I think he throws Morty around. then it gets quiet and he pretends Morty and I are sleeping when mommy gets home." Summer replied softly. Rick glared at his daughter in an, I told you he wasn't the guy for you, way and moved them out of the way, pulling out his portal gun, checking to make sure his laser gun was in his back pocket.

"dad where are you going?" Beth ask.

"on a trip with your idiot. I'll be back." Rick smirked. Beth got a bad feeling.

"don't you mean 'we'll be back'?" Beth ask. Rick gave his daughter a small smirk.

"no. those are my grandkids. he's dead." Rick replied. Morty rubbed his cheek ilently.

"mommy Morty talks!" Summer said.

"thats impossible honey. he's autistic. he doesn't speak." Beth said, cuddling her son. Morty didn't say anything, just rubbed his cheek and watched his grandfather go.

*later that night*

Morty laid in his room in his toddler bed. he heard his grandfather walking around in his room. Morty wiggled out of his blankets rubbing his eye's. he grabbed his little blanket and managed to get out of his room, since his mother never fully closed his door incase he had to take a late night bathroom trip. he snuck down the hallway to his grandfathers room. a small beam of light shined out of the small crack in the door. Morty wrapped the blanket around himself and poked his head in the door. Rick wasn't looking at him, just staring at his desk. Morty slinked in quietly and over to his grandfather.

"Morty, what do you want?" Rick ask. Morty froze and looked up at him. Rick was staring at him. Morty hugged his blanket and grinned picking up his grandfathers portal gun.

"g-g-go Rick! go!" Morty giggled.

"not tonight Morty. Beth said you were running a really bad fever earlier." Rick said. Morty pouted and held up the portal gun.

"g-go-go Rick." Morty whined. "p-pl-plea-pleas-please?" Morty ask, holding up the portal gun. Rick sighed and snatched the gun.

"fine. fine. no crying though." Rick glared. Morty nodded as his grandfather picked him up. Morty hugged his neck giggling. "if you run a fever we're bringing you back." Rick glared. Morty nodded again.

"w-wh-whe-where go to-today?" Morty ask.

"I have someone I think you'll like." Rick replied stepping through his portal. Mortys eye's grew wide seeing the place they were at. it was a beautiful place full of tree's and glowing blue plants.

"wh-whe-where are w-w-we Rick?" Morty ask.

"Bird World." Rick replied. Morty laughed and Rick gave a small smile.

"tha-th-thats a fu-fu-fun-funny name!" Morty laughed. Rick nodded slightly.

"not as funny as a name like Squanchy." Rick said. Morty laughed again as his grandfather put him down.

"hey, stop squanchin' at my squanch!" Squanchy said walking up. Morty jumped and swung around, punching the cat roughly and knocking him over. "ouch! hey! I'm squanchin' here! what the squanch was that for!?" Squanchy growled. Rick however, laughed harder then normal.

"alright Morty! just like grandpa taught you!" Rick laughed. Morty looked at his grandfather and clung to his leg. Rick scooped him up. "hey Squanchy." Rick snickered. Squanchy rubbed his face and glared at Morty.

"so, this is that grandson you've been squanchin' about." Squanchy muttered.

"why tal-ta-talk-talking-ing kit-kitty?" Morty softly in Ricks ear, curling up.

"thats grandpa's friend, he's from planet Squanch." Rick ask.

"B-Bir-Bi-Bird W-W-World?" Morty ask quietly.

"duh, you little shit, he's not from here." Rick chuckled. Morty nodded and let his grandfather carry him.

"wh-whe-where go?" Morty asks.

"to meet my friend." Rick said.

"qu-qua-quachy." Morty said pointing to him.

"yeah. he's my other friend." Rick said. "the one we came here to see, is in that tree." Rick added. Morty nodded.

"we ain't walking up there are we? thats a long squanchin' way up!" Squanchy said.

"yup we are." Rick replied pulling out some grappling shoes. he slipped them on and turned them on. he handed some to Squanchy and a pair to Morty, setting him down as he stared up the tall tree. Rick looked back down to tell the boy to put them on but Morty had already laced them up, turned them on and was running for the tree. Rick ran after him quickly as the boy took off up the tree. "Mo-Morty! get back here!" Rick hissed. Morty squealed happily as he ran up the tree, Rick following behind.

"whats the squanch with the kid?" Squanchy ask.

"autism." Rick replied. "BP catch!" Rick shouts. Morty screamed trying to stop as a man poked his head out and reached out for him. the man scooped him up and Morty screamed loudly, biting his hand roughly with a growl. the man yelpped but continued to hold on to him. "Morty! let him go!" Rick hissed. Morty looked over letting go and jumping to his grandfather glaring at the man. he clung to his grandfather.

"ah, I thought it was Morty." the man said. Rick nodded.

"yeah, it's him." Rick said.

"then I will assume biting is in his usual behaviour?" he ask. Rick rolled his eyes.

"only when new people touch him." Rick said. "we're working on it. we're trying karate." Rick added. Morty coward in his grandfathers arms.

"ah, yes, karate." the man said.