I have other things that I should be working on. Such as a my ROTG story. Next time.

I don't own Rick and Morty.

Welcome To The World

Forty-six-year-old Rick Sanchez stood outside the nursery window of the hospital in 1999 (A/N- Since the show stared in 2013, and Morty is 14, I'm assuming he was born in 1999. I'm also assuming that Rick is 46, since he is generally assumed to be 60 years old). He was incredibly bored. He stood in the hallway, going through a compilation of prescription pills a nurse had left in the hall while attending to the nursery. What hospital allows nurses to leave carts of medicine unattended was beyond Rick. But he wasn't complaining. Those drugs barely even affected him anymore. And with his white lab coat, most of the people passing by just assume he was a doctor.

Popping some into his mouth and taking a sip from his alcohol flask, Rick looked on to the other side of the glass window on the wall. A few nurses fussed over and tended to the infants, settling them down in cribs, or feeding them. However, one baby closer to the window, right in front of Rick, actually, was ignored by the stupid women.

Barely noticeable, practically nonexistent, brown hair sat on his head. Wearing nothing but a diaper and a blue blanket. Big, sad, eyes stared up at Rick, letting out small whimpers and occasionally cried out, like it was hungry.

Rick groaned in annoyance. Why were these ladies ignoring his new Grandson? Sure, he was an ugly baby, or at least uglier than the rest of the babies around him, but he was still his grandson. They weren't allowed to ignore him.

Slowly, Rick abandoned his place in the hallway and moved closer to the locked door that separated him from the infants. The nurses came through, bustling past him. The last one closed the door (which locked automatically) without looking behind her.

Rick stuck his foot out just before the door came to a complete close, placing himself between the doorway and the door itself. The nurses ignored him, as they fretted about the missing pills from the cart.

'Serves you right,' Rick thought as he disappeared into the nursery.

It was a lot quieter in the nursery than Rick was expecting. Just the soft coos and babbling of the small children. Then again, he hadn't heard the sound of a human baby crying since Beth, and that was a long time ago. Though, there was one loud sound of crying.

His grandson.

Rick tucked his flask away and buttoned up his lab coat as he walked over to his grandson's crib. Let the people think he was a real doctor. The baby silenced immediately when Rick came up and stared at him, eyes wet with tears. Rick rolled his eyes, reached down, and picked up the baby.

"You," Rick said, "Are one loud son of a b*tch."

The baby whimpered at him, ready to start crying again.

"Ugh, don't you dare go blowing my eardrums out," Rick said. He held his grandson close to his chest. "Don't cry, I'm your grandfather."

The baby babbled in confusion, like he didn't know what a grandfather was. Granted, he didn't, but it's not like Rick cared.

"You are define fly your father's son," Rick groaned. "Welcome to the world kid. And don't expect too much babying on you from me. I am not one for babies. You're the only one I'm probably gonna end up tolerating. Got that, Morty?"

After rocking his grandson to sleep, Rick took out a black marker, and drew an 'M' on the back of Morty's hospital tag, so he could make sure it was Morty later. Then he set the boy down, went over to a few other babies, and started moving them into different cribs. His way of punishing both the hospital, for ignoring his grandson so early in life, and the babies, for stealing the attention from his grandson.

Not like it mattered. As far as Rick was concerned, Morty didn't need anyone else but him. But still...

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(One Month Later)

Rick stood in front of his daughter's house in the dead of night. Almost midnight. Beth and Jerry's car was gone. So were they. Gone for the night. Away on some errand or something. Rick didn't know, and Rick didn't care. What he did care about was who the hell they got to watch the kids.

Not really caring about being stealthy, Rick trotted over to the living room patio. Looking through the glass, Rick got a good look at the babysitter. Some twenty-year-old with messy hair, sound asleep on the couch. Rick pulled opened the sliding glass door with ease. No one ever bothered to lock it ninety percent of the time.

As soon as Rick opened the door, the loud sound of crying immediately filled his ears. It sounded like Morty. The babysitter let out an obnoxious snore, completely oblivious to Rick's grandson's crying.

"Are these people idiots or something?" Rick said out loud. How could anyone sleep with that noise? And why was Morty being ignored again?

"Really?" Rick asked, only to receive another snore for an answer. Ignoring the babysitter for the time-being, Rick went over to the kitchen. He opened the the cabinets and started making a bottle of formula. While it was heating up, Rick got out some of Beth's wine, unscrewed a bottle, and poured some into a wine cup, purposely spilling it all over the counter. After taking a few sips, Rick left the glass and bottle overturned with the babysitter, letting the red liquid fall to the floor.

Once the bottle was taken care of, Rick went upstairs. He flung open the door to his grandson's room. There he was, squealing his little lungs out, his cries of hunger made very apparent.

"F*ck, did that a*shole not fed you at all today?" Rick wondered, and he walked over to the crib. All Morty wore was a simple yellow shirt, and a diaper. Rick picked him up and went over to the rocking chair that was also in there. It took a few tries, but Rick was eventually able to get the bottle into Morty's mouth.

"There ya go, kid," Rick said, carefully cradling Morty in one arm, the bottle in the other. Morty sucked on the formula like there was no tomorrow.

"Don't eat so fast," Rick muttered. "Ya might get sick. Or choke." Naturally, Rick didn't get an answer. Morty just continued to stare at him with those big, brown eyes as he ate. When he was done, Rick whipped Morty's tears from his cheeks, and bundled him up in his blankets in his crib.

Morty let out a small yawn, tired from crying for so long. Rick felt like he was letting that b*stard babysitter off with too light of a punishment, but that didn't matter right then. Rick stroked Morty's head, and gave him his teddy bear.

"Here, Morty," Rick said. "I gotta go now. I don't know when I'll be back, so take care of yourself. No one else will."

Morty cooed before falling asleep. Rick stroked his head again, before hearing the sound of a car pulling up. Beth and Jerry were home, meaning out the window Rick goes. He wasn't hurt, he landed in the bushes. Rick did stay a few minutes later, just to hear the sound of Beth shrieking at the sitter.