"My dear agony, won't you let me go?" You were currently on the couch at Rick's, having spent the night. Rick was sitting in Jerry's chair, watching tv when you sat up and grabbed the sides of your head. "Alright," you rubbed your temples, "I know I told you not to get shit-faced, but why the hell didn't I tell me not to? What the fuck happened last night? I remember... kids, and lots of beer, but... da fuck else happened?"

       Noticeably, Rick shifted in the seat, his eyes never leaving the tv. "Duuuude, you're ignoring meeee." You folded your arms and pouted before standing and walking to the kitchen. "Where has everybody been?"

        "Uh," Rick wandered into the kitchen behind you, "it's only noon, so eugh so they're probably all passed out still." You nodded in understanding before grabbing an apple. "Y'all always have apples. Why nothing else? Kinda boring, y'know?" You laughed before taking a bite, noticing Rick staring at you. "Que?" You raised a brow, speaking around the apple.

      "N-Nothin'," Rick rubbed the back of his neck and looked away. You shrugged, pulling your phone out and checking your notifications. 

*MORTY*
We just wanted to let you know we'll probably be back around 6 tonight. We all met up and went elsewhere.

       "Rude." You stared down at your phone before shoving it back in your pocket. "They're not getting back until 6 apparently." Rick sighed and rolled his eyes. "You are the biggest drama queen I've ever met." You took another bite of the apple before throwing it away. "What's the plan for today, cap'n?" You sat at the kitchen table, playing with your phone case and waiting for an answer.

       Rick walked over and stood, leaning against the wall, behind you. "Nothing, really." You looked back to find him staring off into space, zoning out. Quickly, you poked him in the belly, "You're acting funny today." Rick shrugged and waved it off, "I'm just tired. Long night."

       "What all happened last night, anyway?" You spun in your chair, your whole body facing Rick now. Rick shifted, shoving his hands in his pockets, and light pink dusted his cheeks. He cleared his throat, "Just, uh, p-passed out candy while you, uh, g-got drunk." You squinted at him, giving Rick your most comedic suspicious look, "If you're lying, I got enough 'sperience to know, my good man." You wagged a finger accusingly before settling back, laughing slightly.

        "Yea," Rick chuckled lightly. The room was silent again for a moment.  

       "Hey, uh," Rick walked over to you, leaning on the table, "do you wanna go on an adventure?" You looked over, finding him staring again. "Where to?" 

       He shrugged, "I dunno. Anywhere you eugh wanna go?" You gave him a confused look with a touch of suspicion, "Well, ye- why?" You asked, crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair. Rick looked a bit guilty, "Uh, y-y'know, just thought maybe you'd wanna offer up a eugh place to go this time. You got somewhere in mind?" 

       You shrugged, leaning forward and resting your chin on your fist, "Well, y'know, ever since... ever since I was 17," you cleared your throat, "I wanted to, uh, see the northern lights. From space. Another broken promise. But it's around that time of year." You looked down at the table. Rick stood, no longer leaning on the surface, "We can do that." 

       You looked up, slack jawed and wide eyed, "Are you serious?!" He nodded, smiling, "Sure, kid." You jumped up from the seat, grinning, "When can we go?"

       Rick shrugged, "I mean, we could go later, when it's darker out. For now, I guess just do whatever until then." You squealed, dancing in a circle, "This is awesome!" Rick was grinning, laughing lightly at the display.

        You stopped spinning and set your hands at your sides, "Wanna have a movie day until then?" You gestured to the living room, watching as Rick chuckled. "Sure, kid."

       And that's what you did. Occasionally, somebody would get up and bring back snacks or a drink, but the rest of the time was spent on the couch, laughing while sitting in relative proximity. For some, it may have been too close, but, for you two, it was just enough. Despite the amount of remaining space on the couch, you were roughly four inches away from Rick, the two of you sitting towards the middle of the couch. And it was alright with you both, though neither wanted to admit it.  The two of you went through four movies before it was quarter past five.

       Currently, you were both scanning through the credits, looking for the name of an actor. When it popped up, you jumped up and screamed, "I told you! Leonardo Di-fucking-Caprio, beyotch!" Rick stared at the screen momentarily before scowling, "Not fair." You walked over and booped him on the nose, "Nobody likes a sore loser." You sang before walking back towards the couch and flopping down on it. 

       "Alright, fine, you eugh you know your actors, I'll give you that. But I still called the ending." Rick folded his arms and sat back in his chair. "You look like such a child when you pout like that." You laughed, pointing at Rick. He rolled his eyes and smiled before sitting back up. "Kid, you wanna eat before eugh before we go? You don't eat much, y'know." Apparently Rick had caught on to that tiny little detail, something you were unaware of. You thought a moment before nodding, "Sure. Dibs on cooking." You stood and walked over to the kitchen, followed shortly after by Rick. "You know, I'm pretty eugh sure I can cook." He leaned against the counter, watching as you went through the cupboards. There had been a few occasions where you'd cooked for the family, as a thank you for letting you stay over so often. 

      As you pulled down a pan, you looked over your shoulder, "I'm pretty sure you can, too, but I called dibs. That's, like, a  law or something. Can't break dibs." You filled the pan with water and set it on the stove to boil, grabbing a box of Mac 'n' Cheese after. "Huh, didn't know you bought the Spongebob shaped noodles. Cool." You stared down at the box, inspecting the designs on the outside displaying the noodle shapes. "F is for fire, that burns down the whole town. U's for Uranium... bombs! N is for no survivors, when you- PLANKTON!" You laughed, setting the box down. "Personally, I like Plankton's version better." You looked up to find Rick laughing silently, his head in his hands. "Heyyy, he's a relateable character." You pouted.

       "Only you would eugh relate to Plankton, (Y/N), only you," Rick laughed at your faux hurt expression, "Though Krabs is more relateable to me. You're eugh always trying to steal my formulas. I guess he is relateable." You stuck your tongue out at him, "You're lucky I don't have my glitter."

       Rick stopped laughing, "Heyyy, you promised. I took you to the dentist." He smiled, one corner of his mouth turning upwards into that crooked expression as light danced in his eyes. You felt yourself lost in the electrifying blue orbs before you turned back to find the water boiling. Blushing slightly, you tossed the noodles into the water and set the timer. 

       There it is again. That damned smile. I hate the effect of it, but I love the idea of it. I love that damn smile, and I can't help it. And those eyes...

       You turned back and moved around, grabbing two bowls and some silverware. As soon as you set them down, a familiar sound came from the living room. You quickly ran off to check it out, finding Rick already in the living room arguing with what you could now classify as evil Rick. As you walked over to help your Rick, a fist came up and collided with the right side of your face, making you stumble back momentarily.

      Raising a hand to your face, you hissed in pain, glaring down at evil Morty. "You cock sucking, cum guzzling little shit. Didn't your momma ever tell you never to hit a queen?" You growled, lunging forward. Your fist connected with his chest as you sent him flying backward. You walked over to him, the bone beneath your eye stinging. Evil Morty glared up at you, rolling out of your way before you could kick him and standing up. He swept his foot around, connecting with the back of your knee. You fell to the ground, landing on your knees as you cried out. 

        "You're one to talk, (Y/N). I'd figured your previous relationship with Rick would serve as evidence to that statement. You're nothing more than a common whore, you know." Evil Morty taunted, standing in front of you. He brought his fist down, effectively knocking you backwards as he hit your nose with severe force. You felt blood pouring down your face, over your lips and down your chin. "Son of a bitch that hurts!" You brought a hand up to your face as you lay on your back, being knocked down. Morty towered over you, sneering down as he brought his foot back. 

       As Evil Morty's foot moved forward, aiming for your side, your hand shot out. You quickly grabbed his ankle, flinching as you stopped his foot with your hand, and pulled, knocking him down. You stood quickly, now staring down at him. He growled and moved to stand up before you brought your foot down, placing it heavily upon his chest. "You don't get to talk about that, Morty." You sneered, "You never could get over it. He wanted to be around me more than you." You lifted your foot and brought it back down heavily on his gut, watching as he exhaled forcefully. 

       A growl resounded behind you before you were being pulled back. You were pinned to the ground, a hand placed heavily on your throat as you felt your oxygen supply being cut off. You struggled, pulling as hard as you could at the fingers, trying to pry them off. When you'd finally managed to pry your eyes open, trying your damnedest to draw in air, you were terrified. 

      Rick stood over you, Evil Rick. His black shirt gave that away, along with the all-too-familiar scar across his lips. He grinned maliciously down at you, "Remember this one?" Your eyes widened as you felt pressure building in your body. You continued trying to pry his hands off as you kicked your legs without purpose. "(Y/N)!" 

       Black spots danced in your vision as you found it harder to fight against the hold he had on you. "You're not walking away this time," Rick spat, "because I won't let you. Not again. You lose, (Y/N). Just like clockwork, you lose." 

       You felt pressure building in your head, behind your nose, above your eyes. It was building everywhere, your head feeling ready to explode. You stopped kicking your legs, no longer able to. Your harsh tugging fell to nothing more than weak pulls, your fingers no longer able to so much as curl around your captors. 

       Hot tears poured down the sides of your face, yet you hadn't realized they'd even begun to well up. He was right, and you knew it. You could never win. He always got the better of you, he was getting the better of you now. You could no longer fight back, something you knew you never could do before. He was winning.

       Winning. He always wins. Always. You never could win. You never could fight back.

       Suddenly, you found your weak mind formulating a short plan as you squeezed your eyes shut. You were running out of time. You had to act now. He wasn't going to win, because there was no longer anything holding you back. There was no longer the fear of him leaving you screaming back at you, telling you to lay back and take it. You weren't going to. Not this time.

       You went limp, no longer struggling. Your chest was ready to explode, but you forced yourself to hold your breath for a little longer. Rick's hand remained on your throat for a few more seconds before he released you with a satisfied chuckle. He stood, you heard his feet move a few steps back. You knew you had to act quickly.

       Your eyes snapped open and you drew in a gasping breath, forcing the burning sensation in your chest to the back of your mind as you drew yourself up, watching Rick stare down at you, pissed and astonished. You slowly stood, drawing shaky breaths into your lungs as your body regained itself, the black dots slowly disappearing. Your chest was on fire, your stomach in knots, as you shakily stood your ground. "Not," you gasped, "this time, you s-s-son of a bitch." 

       Evil Rick growled before moving towards you, his arms outstretched as he reached for your throat yet again. You moved away, slightly slower than you'd like to be, and spun again to face him. Absolute rage burned in his eyes as he kept his focus on you. You moved to the back of the couch, placing a shaky hand on the material to steady yourself. Off in another corner, you found Rick fighting Evil Morty as he pinned him to the floor.

       Evil Rick lunged at you again, moving rapidly. "S-Stupid move," you drew in a sharp breath, still unable to steady your breathing, as you side stepped, watching Evil Rick topple over the couch. You walked around and grabbed a white vase from an end table, wandering over to Evil Rick with it in your hands.

       You found Evil Rick dazed as his head had hit the floor. Wandering over to him, your legs threatening to give out from exhaustion, you held the vase up high. 

       Without so much as a shaky breath, you watched the vase slip from your fingers, shattering on the back of his head. Your legs were wobbly as you did so, watching him fall limp as you stood over him.