what a waste - rick sanchez x reader

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y/n pov

as i walked out of the double glass doors, i was met with rain. exactly what i needed. i sighed and began my painfully slow walk home. i counted the cracks in the sidewalk until i got home. i walked inside and dropped my bookbag and kicked my shoes off. my clothes and hair were both soaking wet. i sighed again and walked up the steps. as i walked into my room, i peeled the drenched clothes off and walked into the bathroom. i took off my old bandages from this morning and turned on the hot water.

i got in and sharply inhaled. the heat from the water completely took over and i let everything out. the pain, hurt, and guilt fell down my face in tear form. i cried forgetting everything else existing. i was confused. no teenager should feel how i felt in this moment. i missed my parents. i just wanted to hug them. i knew they would come home soon but i didn't care. in this moment of weakness i felt nothing but alone.

shortly after my meltdown, i got out and slipped into pajama shorts and a shirt. i looked in the mirror. rick said i was special. but i don't feel special. sure, there is only one me in existence anywhere which could make me special, but i don't feel special. average. everything about me is average. i'm just like everyone else i know. so why the hell does it have to be me. my eyes looked darker than before, i screamed sleep deprivation to anyone who could see.

i walked into my room, the cool tile smashing against my feet. looking around, i wanted to see morty or even rick. but i was alone. even when my family was here i felt alone. was it destiny for me to be this way? was i destined for this feeling? i shoved the thoughts away and sat at my desk. i grabbed a notebook and flipped to the first page that wasn't full of doodles. i put the pencil to the paper to sketch something, anything. i saw a droplet on the paper and a few followed. i wiped my face and grabbed my phone. it was late. how long was i in the shower?

i got up and grabbed a sweater. after throwing it on, i ran down the steps and outside into the rain. quickly, i darted through the grass and placed a few knocks on the door. rick opened it with a raised brow. i looked up at him, blinking through the mix of rain and tears. his expression shifted from boredom to worry as he dragged me by the arm to the garage. "what happened?" he asked as he sat me down at his desk. i looked up at him and he wiped my eyes. i shrugged. "i feel alone. i'm confused. why me? why is there only one? what.. why? i just-" he let out a deep sigh and rubbed his nose.

"i'm sorry for falling apart on you- i thought morty would answer or beth- maybe even summer i just needed someone and you-" he cut me off, "stop." i blinked several times before responding. "you're right i should go." i stood up and walked towards the door. he grabbed my wrist. "i didn't say go, i said stop. get in." he motioned towards the ufo. for a second i thought, should i or should i leave? i looked down and back up at him. without speaking, we got in. he began to space, the destination was unknown to me. the silence with rick felt like exactly what i wanted. what i needed.

i looked over at him. i don't know why, but i felt something. different. wanted. "where are we going?" i asked without thinking. he shrugged, "just close your eyes. it's a bit of a drive." i laughed, "we aren't driving, we're flying." the tears went away, my eyes were watery but i was no longer sad. he smirked and my face heated up. "okay smartass. now just relax." i smiled and closed my eyes. i leaned back and listened to the odd noises around us. 

ricks pov

she was finally asleep.i knew the night before was rough. the way her face looked, it lacked color and emotion. usually i wouldn't care, but for some reason i did. i knew i shouldn't care, but i was the one to be gifted her. i glanced over at her sleeping figure. her face was less angry, it was peaceful. she was calm and her breathing had steadied. when we landed, i contemplated waking her. i could go off alone but if she woke up alone, it would make things worse. i sighed, getting out and walking to her side. i lifted her up and carried her to the door.

i knocked and was then met with bird person. "hello rick, and rick's sleeping friend." "hey bp." he moved over and we walked inside. i placed her down on the couch and she shifted before becoming comfortable again. "what brings you here?" he asked. we walked into the kitchen and sat down. "she is the only y/n to exist ever. i need your help." "with what?" i sighed and leaned my head into my hands, "help me teach her how to fight. then help me protect her." i looked up at his face, laced with confusion. "alright."

i heard a noise and looked over at the doorway where she stood. she rubbed her eyes, they were darker than this morning. "rick? where are we?" i stood up and smiled, "y/n this is bp- birdperson. bp, y/n" "hello y/n, i understand you are close with rick." she raised an eyebrow and my eyes widened. "not close. she's mortys friend." she smiled at bp, "nice to meet you. he has already saved me countless times so yes we're close-" she nudged me, "asshole." i saw her smile, genuinely smile. it was pretty. we walked into the living room and sat down, bp and i explained the plan. 

"why do i need to know how to fight?" she asked curiously as my rant ended. "so you don't almost die every time we leave." she nodded, "okay well i'm a fast learner." i laughed, bp joining. "sweetie we're the most badass duo in the universe." her race reddened. i smirked, "okay rick, you're on bitch."