I'm gonna move to the southwest, and, I don't know...

"Sooooo," said Summer slowly, blinking as she poked at one of the four suits set up in the living room, "what are these things again? Pilot suits for....ferrets?"

( Go Team GoTron! )

"...okay," she said, lifting her chin, "but I'll have terms and conditions I'll want to discuss first. Deal?"

Rick's eyes narrowed in a glare for a moment; Summer met it defiantly until Rick sighed and turned to walk away, gesturing with his arm to have her follow him into the garage. "Fine," he said. "Deal."

And Summer was going to do her best to not let out an excited, triumphant little squeal and go skipping off after him.

[[ mostly establishy, NFB for distance, although if you want to get in touch with her, go for it! Parts taken from, but mostly adjusted from Rick and Morty Season 5, Episode 8 "Gotron Jerrysis Rickvangelion," which I've been wanting to slip in for a while now, and there will hopefully more to come. Because, I mean, if your canon opens the door for you to occasionally fight big monsters in a giant mech suit, you take it, right? And a ]]

Back in the station wagon, flying away from Gaia and leaving her in a smoky ruin of her own destruction, the family set the course for home, and Beth couldn't help looking back on what remained of all she and her father had built together in the meantime.

"I mean," she then said, turning away and toward Rick driving beside her, "Gaia's not gonna raise those guys to...hunt us down....right?"

"Oh," said Rick with confidence, "most definitely. I put a tracker on that ship, I'll blow it up if they come anywhere near me."

"Well, kids," Jerry, in the back seat and wearing nothing but a necklace, a crown of leaves, and a loincloth that was much too small, even for him, sighed in resignation, "never thought I'd say this, but...Summer?" He leaned forward over the seat to give his daughter a smile. "You were right."

And Summer, still trying to figure out how she felt about the whole getting super high and killing God of it all, never exactly expected to hear that, either. "Wait," she flinched back a little because she was pretty sure she could literally smell her own father's balls from here, but also she was waiting for the other foot to drop, "what?"

"I thought I wanted to teach you guys about tents, but...really?" He sighed, looking away in shame. "I just wanted to feel important. I guess sometimes you kids do know what you're talking about..." He dropped his voice a little cagily. "Even if it's mean."

Summer rolled her eyes, because if you wanted to have a touching moment, there, Dad, you could have skipped that part just fine, and then Morty chimed in, too. "Right," he said, "but didn't you, like, go into god-mode and fight Mom?"

"Love is the only power that matters, Morty," Jerry informed him in a peaceful, beatific tone.

"No," Rick interjected tersely, "you had actual power, and you did jack shit. That was a divine staff. You could have cured cancer or raised the dead. Instead you made bugs."

"Well, I was impressed, Dad," Beth offered. "He saved my life. No thanks to you."

Rick looked at Beth for a long moment after she turned her own eyes forward outside the windshield; then, his own eyes follow suite a moment before they shifted toward the back seat.

"You kids got high on alien mist and drove a ship into that Zues guy's head," he blurted out. "Basically murdered him."

"Grampa! What the hell?!" Summer shouted, while Morty's own protests of "Come on!" overlapped with hers.

"What?" Rick countered firmly. "You did! I mean, not to cast the first stone, but, Beth and Jerry, pretty terrible parenting on your part. Did you know Summer huffed a K-Zax Array? She basically smoked The Ring. Most pilots die after three days. And Morty, the fucking moron, he thought the ship worked like a game controller. What in the Disney channel fuck is that? Maybe help him with homework next time. He's clearly crying for help!"

And just like that, betrayal, anger, disbelief and disappointment was stirred up into such a jumbled mix that none of it could land squarely on Rick's shoulders anymore, dropping the mood inside the car down to the very floor, everyone too busy simmering in their own irritation to say anything. And with that in place, Rick simply reached over and finally just turned the radio on.


[[ /fin! Thus conclused S04;E09 of Rick and Morty, "Childrick of Mort". Thanks for reading and more than likely boggling at my canon! Summer's got reception again, so this post maybe NFB, but it is open if anyone wants to get in touch! ]]