The portal Rick had created opened directly into my room. "C'mon, you need to take a break. Lay down for a minute." He pushed me back onto the bed, "I'll be right back." I just laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling, while I wondered how to fix everything with Morty. I wasn't so worried about Summer, she was always on her phone ignoring the world anyway. But Morty seemed to completely hate me.

       While I was thinking, Rick walked into the room with a glass of water. "Here, drink this." I took the glass, downing it happily, and handed it back to Rick. He placed it on my desk and sat on the edge of my bed. "Are you sure you're alright?"

       I nodded, still staring at the ceiling when Rick's face appeared in my line of view. "You don't seem ok. Did something happen?"

       I sat up, "Does Morty hate me? Because, you know, you're always with me?" He looked confused for a moment, but the look vanished in a second.

       "Morty doesn't hate you. He's just frustrated for the time being."

       There was something about Rick that seemed off. Ever since I walked out of the bathroom, something hasn't been right. He doesn't normally talk like that, not even with me. His manner of speaking had changed somehow, but I still couldn't figure out why it was so weird.

       Before I could ask him anything, he placed a kiss on my forehead. "What was that for?" I was really, really confused.

        "Don't worry. He's fine, ok? Now," Rick stood at the edge of the bed, next to me, "are you feeling any better?"

       I nodded and he grinned, "Good, 'cause now I can do this." Before I could ask him what he meant, he placed one hand by my head and tangled his other hand up in my hair, tilting my head up as he brought his lips down on to my own.

       I had absolutely no idea what to do. It was a quick kiss, but a kiss nonetheless.
       What the hell was going on?

       "Um..." Apparently he was as confused as I was, but something clicked in his mind before we both spoke at the same time.

       "You're not Rick."
       "You're not (F/N)."

-x-

       "Ok, so let me get this straight. You're Rick, but a different Rick. This is a different dimension. Here, you and I are together. But, like you said, we must've gotten confused at the ice cream shop when I walked past this dimension's me to find you waiting for her, mistaking her for me?"

       "In not so many words, yes, that's correct." For the past hour, this dimension's Rick and I have been trying to figure out how to get me back home. I didn't know the name of my dimension, so it was difficult. He spun in 'my' desk chair before he stopped and put his head on the desk.

       "I have absolutely no idea how to figure out where you came from. I mean, the only way to know is if you had some sort of device of your own that tracked it." He sat up, leaning back in his chair with a frustrated groan. I leaned to one side on the bed, hearing a beeping sound from my pocket. "What was that?"
       I met Rick's curious gaze before looking down as I reached into my pocket, pulling out the portal gun. Instantly, Rick shot out of his chair and took it from my hands.

       "This is how we're gonna get you home! Holy crap, (F/N), I'm gonna get my girl back and your Rick can have his back."

        "Oh, in my.. dimension, Rick and I aren't together." This Rick stopped looking at my portal gun and stared at me. He set it down on the desk and pushed the chair over to me, a scared look in his eyes.

       "That's very, very bad." He looked genuinely terrified. "Why is that bad?"

       "You're free game to any Rick that either doesn't have a (F/N), or whose (F/N) died. Your Rick didn't tell you about marking? I don't mean that it's a bad thing, but it's bad if it's not done. Anybody can come steal you, or a higher-up Rick can take you to the Citadel and sell you. I can't tell you everything about it, but you need to talk to your Rick." He gave me an apologetic look before he went back to my portal gun.

       What the fuck is going on???

       After five minutes of what felt like trying to understand the entire universe, Rick shot up from his chair. "I've got it! Come on!" He created a portal on the wall and grabbed me, pulling me through it.

       At this point I didn't know if I even wanted to go home.

-x-

       It didn't even take ten minutes to sort everything out. Both Rick's had figured out what had happened and had solved the problem. As I waved goodbye to the other Rick, I plopped down on my Rick's cot in his garage, where we'd arrived to find a very, very confused duo of another me and my Rick.

       "So eugh that was interesting. What happened while we were all jumbled?" Rick spun in his chair, a humored grin plastered on his face.

       "Well, he confused me with his version of me for a second," at this point I blushed out of embarrassment, making Rick questioningly raise half his unibrow, "and I was told to talk to you about something called marking?"

      As soon as I'd said the word, I watched all the color drain from Rick's face before a deep red tint took over.