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The Smith family living room was quieter than it has ever been. Summer, Jerry, and Beth were unsure about how to address this shocking new discovery in Rick and Morty's relationship.
"I won't accept this," Jerry announced, just as Beth drained her glass of wine.
Summer stared silently at Morty, who was asleep, straddlng Rick. She didn't know exactly how to feel about her baby brother in a relationship with their grandfather. She saw it coming, of course. Who wouldn't? But the fact it was really happening made her feel very confused.
"Honestly, J-Jerry, I don't care wh-what you accept," Rick stated bluntly. Rick had to admit he was a bit surprised when Morty asked if they could tell the family about their relationship. They've been keeping it a secret for months, and doing a pretty damn good job at it, too.
Jerry's face flushed an angry red as he glared daggers at Rick. Shifting his gaze to Beth, Jerry said, "This time, I'm putting my foot down. Rick has to go. Now. He's molesting our son, for God's sake!"
Beth frantically looked to Rick. "I- I'm sure there- there's a perfectly normal reason for this..."
Jerry gaped at her. "What's perfectly normal about your father kissing our son while he was asleep?"
Beth looked hopefully at Rick, who almost sighed. "Sorry, sweetie," Rick shrugged.
Tears fell down Beth's cheeks as she murmured 'Oh, God,' in horror.
"I DON'T WANT THIS RAPIST IN MY HOUSE, BETH," Jerry yelled, putting an arm around Beth as she cried into his shoulder.
Morty stirred in Rick's lap, burying his head into the crook of his grandfather's neck. "Shut- shut the fuck up, Jerry. Y-you'll wake him up."
"I'LL WAKE HIM UP?" Jerry screamed, his face heating up in rage. "WHY IS HE ASLEEP IN THE FIRST PLACE? DID YOU DRUG HIM BECAUSE YOU KNEW HE'D TELL US HOW YOU'RE RAPING HIM?"
"First of all," Rick began, sneering at the utter audacity his son-in-law must have had. "I would never drug Morty. How fucking dare you even assume that, you piece of shit. Second, he's asleep because all last night I was pounding his tight ass while he was screaming for me to go faster and harder. The little bitch always passes out after I get him to his third orgasm. Want me to explain further?"
Summer wanted to laugh. She really did. But she didn't want any of the attention going to her. The whole ordeal was sort of fun to watch.
This time, Beth spoke up. "Do not call my son a little bitch, Dad!" And Rick had to bite his tongue to hold back a laugh.
"Why? He gets off on it," Rick said, smirking.
Beth and Jerry's jaws dropped.
When Summer snorted, they turned to her in shock, making Summer horribly cover it up with a cough. Rick's smirk grew.
Jerry noticed the smirk on Rick's face, making him even more pissed. "You want to fuck my daughter too?"
Rick rolled his eyes. "I don't just fuck Morty, moron. Our relationship is more than casual sex."
Beth pushed herself away from Jerry and stared angrily at Rick. "How dare you describe your sick actions toward my son as a relationship!" She hissed, making Rick raise a brow.
"Oh, does that piss you off, Beth? Me calling it a relationship? Then this will definitely piss you off more. I love him. I fucking love him."
Beth gasped, her eyes filling quickly with tears.
Jerry stood up and started screaming some shit Rick didn't care to listen to because he was too busy staring down at Morty, who woke up due to all the screaming and Beth's sobs.
Morty let out a soft sigh, staring at Rick. Morty turned his head to look at his parents, who were still going off on some rant about how they were calling the police.
Morty frowned as he leaned forward and let his head rest on Rick's shoulder. "You won't let the police take you, will you, Rick?" Morty whispered lowly so Beth and Jerry couldn't hear.
Rick smiled softly down at Morty. "Of course not, baby." He whispered back. "I'll never leave you. Rick and Morty a hundred years, remember?"
Morty smiled, letting out a pent-up sigh. "Rick and Morty a hundred years," He murmured.
Beth brokenly stared at the genuine smile on her father's face. She felt empty inside.
"Hello? Police? Yes, my name is Jerry Smith, my wife's father-" Jerry was cut off by Beth snatching the phone out of his hands.
Beth forced her voice to sound cheerful. "Sorry, my father is fine. He likes to play pranks and pretended to have a heart attack to scare my husband. Everything is fine!"
She hung up, and Jerry stared at her in shock. "What the fuck?!"
Beth ignored him and went into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of wine off the counter. She walked back into the living room and plopped on the couch, not even bothering to put her drink in a glass.
"Beth, what the hell was that?" Jerry asked again, making Beth groan.
"Putting him in jail won't do shit," Beth hissed, chugging as much wine as she could without choking. "He'll just come back and take Morty."
"SO YOU'RE JUST GOING TO SIT HERE AND PRETEND NOTHING IS WRONG?" Jerry shouted, making Beth rub her temple.
She gestured at Rick, drunkenly swaying a little. "Do you want to try and stop them from being together?"
Jerry glanced at Rick, who slid his index finger across his throat with a glare.
"You know what? I'm not scared of you, tough guy. I don't want you in this house! If you think I'm just going to stand here and do nothing while you rape my son, you've got another thing coming!"
Rick shook his head, laughing slightly to himself. He stood up, gently setting Morty down on the couch.
Rick pulled a gun out from his lab coat and aimed it at Jerry. "I'm not fucking around, Jerry. You better shut your god-damn mouth."
Jerry swallowed nervously, clenching his fists like he had the balls to punch Rick.
The two glared hatefully at the other, waiting for one of them to make the first move. Suddenly, Rick pulled the trigger, shooting the wall behind Jerry, just missing his right ear. "My aim is fucking impeccable. Next time I won't miss. Sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up, and maybe I won't shoot you.
"Rick!"
Rick lowered the gun slightly, turning around to face an embarrassed Morty.
"Please don't kill my dad!"
Rick scoffed, shoving the gun back in his lab coat. He walked over to sit by to Morty, then, solely to spite Jerry, pulled Morty up onto his lap and wrapped his arms around Morty's waist.
All the fight drained from Jerry's body as he fell onto the couch in defeat. "So we're now okay with this incest thing going on?" Jerry asked, just making sure that everyone was on the right page.
Beth grunted, sipping the last remaining drops from her bottle.
Jerry looked around for Summer to back him up, but she wasn't in the room anymore. Sighing from his sad, sad defeat, Jerry gave up.
Beth and Jerry stared at the floor, wondering where they went wrong in raising Morty. They were lost in thought until a quiet moan caught their attention.
They looked over and saw Rick smirking against Morty's neck, now sporting an unmistakable mark that even an idiot would identify as a hickey.
Next to him, Beth passed out from the wine, and Jerry felt lightheaded, like he was going to pass out as well.
And when Rick gently grabbed Morty's chin and brought him into a kiss, he did.