AN: This is the last part of this two part fan fiction! Nooo! I actually love this fic, a lot! But, this is the last part.

This chapter will recap a bit of what happened in the episode, and will have something from my comic I drew after writing this chapter in it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Rick and Morty, Adult Swim, Dan Harmon and Justin Roiland are the rightful owners.

Part two:

To Be Loved and Sweet Dreams

Ten years earlier…

I really wish I didn't agree to babysit. Especially that BRAT. Rick thought to himself, looking at his seven year old granddaughter, Summer, and his four year old grandson, Morty.

Morty looked a lot like his idiot father, Jerry. Probably had most of his genetics too.

Summer on the other hand, looked like neither his daughter, nor Jerry. Go figure.

"Bro, don't act like an idiot right now." Summer laughed, as her brother caught himself before falling flat on the floor.

He looked up at her. She continually laughed at her brother, and was walking into the living room.

"S-Speak for yourself. You w-weren't born c-clumsy!" Morty yelled, looking up at his sister in annoyance.

Rick couldn't help but snort at Summer for stating the obvious. "Alright, your p-parents trusted m-me to take care of bo-both of y-you for the week." Rick announced, breaking the silence in the room.

Summer looked at the strange old man. "Who exactly are you, and since when did our mom and dad give us a babysitter?" Summer questioned, giving attitude in the process.

Rick grew angry and impatient. He hadn't noticed that Morty was tugging on his lab coat.

"E-Excuse me?" Morty whispered, still holding on to Rick's lab coat.

Rick looked down at his grandson. He saw Morty peer down at the floor. "Hi, my name is Mortimer, but everyone calls me Morty." Morty introduced. "Don't listen to my sister, she's just moody." Morty chuckled.

Rick smiled and laughed quietly. He never really noticed how small Morty was until that moment. He was defiantly was bigger than last time Rick saw him, which was four years ago, when nobody was home.

"You don't even know what moody means. You're only four!" Summer rebukes.

Morty laughs. "Summer, by the end of last year, mom was surprised that I knew what quantum physics was. And I was only three." Morty responded, sounding sum what, over-confident.

Rick smiled wider than earlier. He underestimated Morty. Well, intellectually at least.

"Apart from that, who are you? Yo-You seem….N-nice." Morty asked.

Rick walked away for a second. How could he make them see that he was more than the average stranger, and more than an average grandpa to them? "People c-call me Rick. I-I'm both you a-and your sister's grandpa." Rick said, not looking directly at them.

"H-Hold on…. Your o-our grandpa?!" Summer and Morty both asked at once.

"Yup. Sooo, what do you w-wanna do?" Rick asked.

"Watch tv." Both of them replied.

Rick nodded. He sat down in the living room and turned on the tv. Morty and Summer sat down as well. Summer called sitting on the left, so Morty sat on the right. Rick could tell it would be a long time before anyone got up from the couch.

Present Day:

12:00 am

Morty's room

Morty was still up. He tried going to sleep, but every time he did, he found himself back in that bathroom and he couldn't find a way out of the room. Sooner or later, Rick would stumble in and drag him off again.

A clap of thunder rang in Morty's ears, making him jump. He didn't feel safe. He was alone, and he couldn't find home, or who he thought was home: Rick.

Morty didn't go to sleep for two days after the incident. It took his parents two days to notice that he didn't get any sleep. Rick noticed right away, which concerned him.

"Jerry, he hasn't been sleeping. He looks like a brain dead zombie." Beth said in concern.

"I wonder why…" Jerry replied, shooting a look at Rick.

"W-What are you looking at m-me for? I h-haven't been waking him u- uurrpp- p at twelve in the morning!" Rick shouted back.

"Dad, please, I need you to find out what's wrong with him. He'll most likely talk to you." Beth pleaded.

"Fine. I-I'll find out what's wrong." Rick answered.

After everyone else went to sleep, Rick walked into Morty's room. The kid wasn't asleep.

"Hey bud, you doing okay?" Rick asked.

"Yeah." Morty replied.

"BOOM" the thunder clapped again. Morty hid under his blankets.

"Morty, a-are you afraid?" Rick asked.

Morty peaked out, he was crying. He nodded.

Rick looked at his grandson in concern. Morty smiled slightly, and Rick smiled back.

"BOOM" Morty ran to Rick and hugged him.

Morty wasn't looking anywhere but down. He was crying.

Rick remembered vividly what had happened ten years ago. He grew attached to Morty, especially this one. Rick walked over to Morty, wrapped his arms around him, and hugged Morty protectively.

Morty didn't know how to react to this contact. He threw his arms around Rick. Morty cried into Rick's lab coat, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Sshhhh… I-Its ok- Grandpa's here." Rick whispered as he rubbed Morty's back. Morty couldn't stop thinking about Mr. Jellybean, until now. He felt Morty grow heavy as he began to calm down.

Rick pulled back from the embrace. He was about to leave Morty to sleep, when he heard whimpering. He knew that Morty was having a nightmare. Rick took off his lab coat, taking his flask and portal gun out, and placed it over Morty's sleeping form. Morty still whimpered. Rick thought of something that worked when he was little: giving him his portal gun.

So, he did. Leaving Morty sleeping, he looked back once more, seeing him finally smiling.

"I love you kid. Sweet dreams." Rick muttered as he walked out of the room.

"Love you too, Grandpa Rick. Thank you." Morty muttered as he fell fast asleep. He was finally having a good dream.

AN: This is the end of the story. I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I had to think long and hard on how it was going to end. Now I need to write the next chapter of my crossover fic. Check out my other fic in my profile. Any who, Stay Schwifty my friends!