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dirty-bear-rick-sanchez · 1 year

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He’s Like Me

This is an autistic Morty oneshot I’ve been sitting on for a while because I didn’t know where to go with it. I’m still not too happy with the ending but I think this is the best I’m gonna get it lol.

Summary: Morty is keeping a secret from Rick and Rick wants to know what it is. Hurt/comfort. ~3k words

Warnings for mentions of ableism (including internalised ableism.

Rick suddenly snaps back into reality after being absorbed in his latest project to find that his bladder is full and his stomach is rumbling. A glance at the clock tells him it’s been at least four hours of uninterrupted work. It’s not unusual for Rick to get so into something that he can spend hours at a time on it without a break, and four hours is fairly mild for him. Still, now that he’s aware of his body’s needs, he can no longer ignore them.

Standing up from his desk, he stretches his back and arms, hearing the former crack in a way that’s half-satisfying, half-concerning. The joys of ageing, he thinks wryly. He lets out a groan and makes his way to the bathroom.

Once his most pressing need has been satisfied, he directs his attention towards food and drink. He makes his way down the stairs, the usual family hubbub sounding from the kitchen. As he approaches, he can begin to make out details that indicate that it, in fact, isn’t the usual family hubbub. The raised voices, while not uncommon in the Smith household, are laced with strong emotions that betray a deeper conflict at hand. Rick pauses outside the kitchen, trying to decide whether it’s worth getting involved or if it would be easier to simply travel off-planet for some dinner instead.

“Mom, p-please don’t tell Rick!” he hears Morty cry out, a note of fear in his voice. Rick frowns, wondering what secret Morty wants to keep from him and why.

“Now, sweetie, come on, I think it would be good for him to know. It’s not anything definite yet, anyway, and if he knows, maybe he can help you.” Beth speaks as if trying not to frighten a wild animal, a tone Rick remembers using himself when she was little.

“No! Y-you don’t get it, Mom! It’s alright for you, you’re not the one being told there’s something wrong with you! You’re smart, like him! Rick already thinks I’m dumb, what is he going to think if he hears about this?”

OK, now Rick’s really starting to get worried. He takes a moment to set his face into a mask of disinterest before entering the kitchen.

“What am I going to think if I hear about what?” he asks, trying to keep his tone casual and unbothered.

“N-nothing!” Morty blurts out, too quickly to appear innocent even if Rick hadn’t overheard the conversation.

Beth takes a deep breath. “Dad, Morty’s got a new teacher, and she thinks-”

“No! I told you not to tell him! Why do you never listen to me?” Morty shouts, tears running down his cheeks, and storms out of the room. The family hears his footsteps stomping up the stairs and the door to his room slam.

“Geez, wh-what’s with him?” Rick asks, quirking a thumb in the direction of the door, disguising his concern with an air of annoyed detachment. Beth opens her mouth to respond, but Jerry jumps in.

“Morty’s just a little upset about something his new teacher said in our meeting with her. I’m sure he’ll come down when he’s feeling better.”

Something in his tone is unusually protective and harsh, directed at both Beth and Rick, his eyes flicking between them both. While Rick usually isn’t fond of Jerry’s behaviour, he feels a grudging respect for the man’s ability to actually grow a spine and stick up for Morty for once.

“Jerry, don’t you think we should tell him?” Beth stage whispers to Jerry.

“Beth, don’t you think we should respect Morty’s privacy?”

Rick tunes out the conversation, not interested in their usual bickering, and instead makes for the fridge. He roots around inside, grabbing a drink, then reaches for the cupboard door. Beth breaks the argument to turn to him.

“Oh, Dad, dinner’s almost ready. Don’t spoil your appetite.” her tone changes seamlessly from angry to bright as she shifts her attention from Jerry to Rick. Rick drops his hand from the pack of wafers he was reaching for and sits down at the table, sprawling out in his chair as he waits.

“Morty, Summer, dinner!” Beth shouts to the kids and begins plating food. One bedroom door swings open and Summer comes down to join them, scrolling idly on her phone.

Beth turns around to see only one of her children present and sighs. “Summer, get Morty.”

“Morty!” Summer shouts, not looking up from her phone. Rick has to give it to her, the volume is deafening. There’s no way Morty could have missed it.

“Ugh, that’s not what I meant.” Beth pinches the bridge of her nose in frustration. “You know what, fuck it, if he doesn’t want to eat, that’s his problem.”

Four-fifths of the Smith family eat in relative silence, Rick taking advantage of the quiet to try to figure out what’s going on. Morty still hasn’t appeared by the time they’ve finished.

“Do you think I should go check on him? Take some dinner up to his room?” Jerry suggests.

“What? Jerry, no, it’s just a tantrum. He’s at that age. If he’s old enough to be a moody teenager, he’s old enough to heat up his own food when he misses dinner.” Beth replies dismissively.

“I’ll go.” Rick offers, trying to sound bored. Beth seems surprised, but doesn’t question her father. Rick takes the untouched plate of food and heads upstairs to Morty’s room.

“Morty?” he calls, knocking on the door. No response.

“Morty?” he calls again, slightly louder, continuing to drum his knuckles. Still getting no response, he barges his way in.

The room is dark except for the light Rick is letting in from the hallway. Morty is curled up on his bed, facing the wall and clutching a pillow to his chest.

“Morty?” he allows his voice to soften slightly.

“Go away, Rick.” Morty’s voice, already quiet and strained, is muffled from speaking into the pillow.

Rick sits gently on the edge of Morty’s bed.

“Look, wh-whatever this is, I’m gonna find out eventually, so you might as well just tell me now and get it over with.”

Morty turns to face Rick, seeming surprised. His eyes are red and swollen, and Rick feels a pang of hurt at the idea that Morty is this upset at the idea of Rick finding out… whatever it is he’s hiding.

“M-Mom and Dad didn’t tell you?” he asks hopefully.

“Nope. I just came here to give you this since, y’know, you didn’t bother to come down for dinner.” he keeps his gruff facade in place as he holds out the plate of food.

Morty sits up and takes the plate from him, setting it on his lap but making no move to eat it. He hesitates in the way Rick has come to know means he’s building himself up to ask something. Rick reels in an impatient urge to demand that Morty just spit it out.

“R-Rick?” Morty stammers. “You, um, w-would it be OK if… there was something wrong with me?”

Rick snorts to hide the concern he’s feeling. “Buddy, there’s already plenty of stuff wrong with you. Wh-wh-what’s one more thing?”

Morty winces at this comment, and Rick knows he’s fucked it up. “Yeah, but what if it was something… something actually wrong with me? Like, medically.”

OK, now Rick’s really confused. What is medically wrong with Morty that could be picked up by a school teacher?

“Morty, I can take you to any number of super advanced alien hospitals. Hell, I could probably fix it myself, if you just tell me what it is.”

Morty withdraws into himself even more. “I, um, I don’t think it’s something that can be fixed.”

“For cry-for God’s sake, Morty, what is it?” Rick demands. Morty refuses to answer, refuses to even look at him. Rick waits for as long as his patience can take, but Morty doesn’t yield. Feeling frustrated and defeated, Rick gets up and leaves to find an answer elsewhere.

He hears the rest of the family in the kitchen, and decides to ask them, when he’s distracted by an envelope on the couch with the distinct look of a letter from school. He reaches inside and pulls out Morty’s report card, scanning past the grades, which don’t interest him at the best of times, let alone now. He’s about to give up when he notices another sheet of paper inside the envelope. Unfolding it, he reads,

‘We recommend Morty for ASD assessment. If you wish to proceed or learn more, please contact-’

Rick stops reading. ASD? Autism? That’s it? The kid was acting like he had terminal cancer or something. Besides, Rick could’ve told Morty he was autistic within minutes of meeting him.

However, his indignation fades as stronger emotions take its place. He remembers the way he was treated as a child, the way adults talked about him like he couldn’t hear them, like there was something wrong with him. Like he was evil, or stupid, or something to be pitied. He remembers the way other children reacted to him, able to tell that he was different even at their young age. He remembers conversations between his parents late at night when they thought he was asleep, not quite hushed enough to avoid him overhearing.

Rick swallows hard and pushes the memories away. Instead, a sinking feeling sets in as he realises that not only is Morty now experiencing these exact same thoughts and emotions, but that Morty thinks Rick will treat him like this. The feeling is some sort of sickening mix of shame and anger that curdles uncomfortably in his stomach.

Rick turns to go back upstairs and speak to Morty, only to be met with Jerry.

“Did you read it?” Jerry asks.

“N-not now, Jerry.” Rick tries to brush past him, but Jerry catches his wrist to stop him.

“Rick, wait.”

Rick yanks his arm out of Jerry’s grasp, fighting the urge to rub away the residual feeling of touch.

“You know I don’t like you taking Morty out on these adventures. If I had my way, you wouldn’t see him at all. But whatever you do, don’t you dare start treating him differently because of this, got it?”

Jerry’s tone is surprisingly defensive in a way Rick never expected from the man. Sure, his voice is shaky and he’s clearly on edge, but he’s actually standing up for Morty. Still, Rick resents the implication that he’s the same as the people who made his own childhood hell.

“Jesus, Jerry, wh-wh-what do you think I am, some sort of monster? Why do you think I don’t like Morty going to that school in the first place? Why do you think I dropped out? It’s not a place for smart people, Jerry!”

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, Rick knows he’s given too much away. Just the reminder of his own childhood has regressed him into a weak little kid who can’t hide his feelings. Thankfully, Jerry’s too shocked to respond, so Rick takes the opportunity to slip past him and make his way up to Morty’s room.

He doesn’t bother to knock this time, barging right in. Morty is lying on his front with his face buried in his pillow, his body shaking, the plate of food untouched on his desk. Rick sits on the bed again and rests a hand gently between Morty’s shoulders, feeling the boy trembling.

“Morty, it’s OK. I know.” he forces the words out, his voice toneless. Morty turns and lifts his head, looking at Rick through fearful, teary eyes. Rick takes a breath before continuing.

“It’s OK, Morty. M-m-me too.”

“You’re…?”

“Autistic, yeah.”

Morty sits up and throws himself at Rick with such speed and force it takes Rick a second to understand what’s happening. Morty clings to Rick, sobbing into his chest. Rick hesitates before wrapping his arms around the boy, one hand gently stroking his shoulder.

“Sh, Morty, it’s OK.”

Rick remembers his own past and squeezes Morty tighter. When Beth was born, he’d worried about her experiencing what he’d had to, sworn that he would shield her from judgement if she had been like him, but… well, she’d never made it that far. Now, with his grandson shaking in his arms, he feels those protective feelings bubble up all over again.

Gradually, he hears and feels Morty start to calm down and eventually, Morty pulls back, wiping his eyes.

“So is it… OK? That I might be autistic?”

“Kiddo, there’s no ‘might’ about it.” Rick feels Morty tense and quickly scrambles to make him feel better. “I-i-it’s fine, Morty! It’s not something bad. It’s just another variable of humanity, like… like the shape of your nose. You got my nose, dontcha?”

Morty nods, but doesn’t look convinced. “But… I’m not smart like you.”

“Morty, nobody is smart like me, I’m a genius. Everyone else is dumb to me, even all these other so-called ‘smart people’.”

“So… you’re not smart because of autism? I thought autism made you either like a super-genius or dumb.”

“What? No, Morty, you’ve been watching too much bad TV. A-anyway, you’re focusing on the wrong thing here. Autism is just… your brain works differently to other people. Sometimes it makes you smart, sometimes it doesn’t.”

Morty is quiet for a second, mulling this over. “My teacher said that’s why I’m struggling in school. You never struggled in school.”

Rick feels a reflexive burst of anger at that assumption, but tries to fight it back.

“Morty, I struggled in school so much I dropped out. I struggled so much I ran away from home.”

Again, the truth spills out more than he wants it to, the emotion eroding his filter. Morty looks at him in shock.

“What?”

“N-n-not that I’m saying you should do that, Morty. Y-y-you need to stay here so you can go on adventures with me.”

“What? No, Rick, that’s not what I mean. I-I don’t get it. You’re a genius, how did you struggle?”

Rick shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant.

“I didn’t like the way they treated me, like I was an annoyance, or a pity project, or a problem. They didn’t get me, I didn’t get them. They wanted me to do things the way they wanted, when they wanted. I didn’t like that. If they thought I was too smart to be struggling, they didn’t believe me, thought I was just being difficult. If they just saw me as a problem, they didn’t believe I was smart enough to do things myself or make my own decisions. I-I had to constantly act, just so they’d believe I was competent. It’s tiring, pretending to be someone you’re not all day, everyday, just to be treated like anyone else. I got tired of it, left so I could be with people who didn’t care what I did.”

Somewhere in his story, Rick realises his hands have curled into balls and his leg is bouncing. He pulls out his flask and swigs from it, partially for the enticing numbness promised by the alcohol, but mostly to give himself time to rein in his emotions before continuing.

“Out there in space, Morty, they don’t care. They don’t even know what a human is, let alone how humans should act. I-i-if an alien thinks you’re weird because you breathe oxygen and have hair, they don’t give a shit if you flap your hands o-or don’t know when it’s your turn to speak o-o-or whatever.”

“So I can only be normal to people who already think my species is weird enough that they have no idea what I’m supposed to behave like?” Morty responds despondently.

“No, Morty, I’m saying it doesn’t matter. You can do whatever you want, be whoever you want.”

Morty doesn’t respond to that, and Rick remains silent. Eventually, Morty speaks up.

“I-I always knew I was different, y’know? I could never make friends or-or understand things as easy as other kids could. But hearing my teacher talk about me like there was something wrong with me… it made it real.”

Morty’s words choke themselves into silence as he ends the sentence. Rick can’t reply, emotions hijacking his brain. He pulls Morty back into a hug instead. After a moment, Morty continues, his voice quiet and muffled against Rick’s shoulder.

“A-and I know I’m not smart like you, or Mom, or Summer, and I thought that if you knew there was something wrong with me… you might not take me on adventures anymore. Or you might get a new Morty instead. One that’s not… broken.”

“Hey, stop that.” Rick scolds Morty, shaking him gently. “You’re not broken, OK? Neither of us are.”

“Y-you mean it, Rick?”

“Course I do, buddy.”

Morty nestles into him even closer and Rick feels his grip tighten without meaning to.

“Thank you.” he hears Morty mumble, so quietly he almost can’t hear it.

After a while, Morty loosens his grip and Rick responds in kind. Morty pulls back to wipe at his eyes before his stomach growls loudly.

“Oh. I guess I should eat, huh?” he chuckles sheepishly.

Both of their gazes turn simultaneously to the plate of food on Morty’s desk. Rick has to admit, it wasn’t the best even when it was fresh, but after sitting out for a while it looks outright unappetising.

“You wanna go to that place we found on Epsilon 12?” he finds himself offering.

“Really?” Morty asks, finally seeming to perk up.

“Sure thing, buddy.”

Rick rests a hand on Morty’s shoulder as he shoots a portal and guides his grandson through it. It might be too late to shield Morty from discrimination completely, but he resolves to try his best anyway.

#rick and morty #rnm #rick sanchez #morty smith #autistic rick #autistic rick sanchez #autistic morty #autistic morty smith #rick and morty fanfic #rnm fanfic #my writing #my fic #also the bulk of this was written pre 6x09 #including the ‘dont spoil your appetite’ line from beth #so after that episode i did question whether to leave it in but i thought it would be funny #also we all know that rick can’t say no to his girls

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miami-lolz · 3 months

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I saw this awesome question sheet by @bisexualricks and wanted to throw my hat into the ring!

1. top 5 episodes and why!

The Vat of Acid Episode - It was both a solid character introspection for both Rick & Morty, and also had some really funny moments. Morty flipping Rick off after he had to kiss the vat of acid absolutely sent me

Rest and Ricklaxation - There’s was a lot of funny bits in the episode and is generally pretty good. Also Jessica saying Rick would call her drunk asking about Morty or something is hilarious to me

Ricktional Mortpoon's Rickmas Mortcation - It was a huge turning point for lore but also Rick saying “perfectly fucking vertical.” In an incredulous tone absolutely kills me. Also solid light saber fight

The Rickchurian Mortydate - this entire episode was great from beginning to end. “oh I’ve got pubes, commander-in-queef, y-you wanna count them?” And Ricks rant on the Oval Office was hilarious.

Rickmurai Jack - I absolutely love Evil Morty’s character and the last half of the episode was especially fantastic. The music, EM’s rant “That’s what makes me evil, being sick of him.” Also I absolutely believe EM’s offer to let Morty Prime come with was a genuine offer. The whole “it was a toilet” was just EM trying to save face like he wasn’t kinda hurt.

2. least favorite episode(s) and why!

Claw and Hoarder: Special Ricktim's Morty - The subtext on this episode was mortifying and was just kinda weird and all over the place.

Final DeSmithation - There was a good couple funny bits throughout but again, any funny moments is ruined because we can’t go one season without weird incest plots.

Rickdependence Spray - I feel like this is self explanatory. Jfc Justin what we’re you thinking?

3. Moments that make you insane

“I don’t know this guy, you’re a my grandpa, Rick!” OH MY GODDD

The fact that Morty cares for a family he knows isn’t even technically his.

Mortys voice and expression when he yelled “Your not even in the hole, are you?!” In Fear No Mort because the amount of desperation in his tone nearly killed me

Rick lying to Morty about the Purge candy so he doesn’t realize what he has done. Like Rick absolutely could have told Morty the truth but decided not to.

4. your favorite lines

“oh I’ve got pubes, commander-in-queef, y-you wanna count them?”

“A Vat of Fake Acid, are you dying from dementia??”

“We could be clones, we could holograms, we could be clones controlled by holograms controlled by special remote control headsets the real Rick and Morty are wearing while they’re fucking your mother!”

“Betrayal! Betrayal on all sides!”

“You have a death crystal in your pocket??”

“No, yes, maybe!”

“You little monster, I thought you were masterbating!”

“And you took that in stride??”

“You rather I address it??”

5. Rick head-canons

⁃ Stopped doing any heavy partying after around season 1, not wanted to expose Morty to that, though he’d never admit that out loud

⁃ Is Bilingual, specifically he speaks Spanish. I’m pretty sure he’s canonically Hispanic as well.

⁃ He’s pansexual. He also hasn’t been in a serious relationship in decades. He avoids them after Diane. He did want something serious with BP tho

⁃ When he’s wasted, like emotionally upset and absolutely shit faced he will lock himself in the garage and avoid going near the Smith family

⁃ Sometimes Morty does things that reminds Rick of Prime and it drives him crazy. He will go out of his way to chastise Morty to try to get him to stop the things he can control

⁃ Rick doesn’t heal his battle scars as it’s a way to separate himself from other Ricks in the finite curve

⁃ Rick purposely let the original Prime universe get mutated and made it worse as a last middle finger to Rick Prime. He later felt kinda bad about it, just because he knows what he did is some petty shit Prime would have done.

6. Morty head-canons

⁃ Morty Prime has a lot more physical similars to Rick Prime then he does to Jerry. Most Mortys have brown but Morty Prime has blue eyes, similar to his Rick. His hair more disheveled and a bit more spiked.

- Refuses to drink alcohol most of the time because he’s seen what it’s done to people. However he will do recreational drugs & smoke cigarettes. Often on the roof on his house.

⁃ Morty has a jagged scar around the end of his hand where he had to use the train to cut his hand off. As well as a bit missing from his left ear from a stray gun shot, his nose is crooked from getting broken a lot and he’s missing a tooth.

⁃ He carry’s a blaster in his waistband and one under his pillow just in case. He is in general kinda paranoid

⁃ If Morty has a serious nightmare and/or can’t fall asleep he will sneak into his moms or Ricks alcohol stash and drink until he passes out because it’s the only way to get him to fall back asleep.

⁃ Sometimes Morty will stare at himself in the mirror and try to see if he has any similarities to Rick Prime and will try to change anything he finds. If another Morty refers to him as “Prime” he will bust their head open. Or cry.

⁃ Morty is aware Rick sees him as Rick Prime grandson, and is convinced one day Rick will finish what he started and kill him to. He’d never admit that to Rick

7. Family Head-Canons

Summer

- Is a lot more observant then she gets credit for.

- One of the reasons she started going on adventures with Rick is because she wanted to look out for her brother.

- She nearly cried when Rick told her she reminds him of Diane.

⁃ I could see her as Bi, as she’s flirted with Ethan and the girl from S7.

- She was planning on moving out as soon as she was 18, but lately has been thinking other wise. Her relationship with her family is a lot better then before.

Beth/ Space Beth

⁃ Trash TV is her guilty pleasure, like she says she watches it ironically but no she doesn’t

⁃ Not that great at cooking to be honest, never really got taught how to and can’t be bothered anymore

- is honestly proud of Summer for not ending up like her when Beth was her age

Jerry

⁃ is actually really solid at cooking, and would be a good house husband if he wasn’t kinda lazy.

⁃ Family is genuinely important to him and he honestly would sacrifice everything for them. Rick knows this and can respect Jerry for that

⁃ he’d never say it out loud but sometimes Morty scares him. He’s seemingly the only one to notice how aggressive he’s gotten lately and was mortified when Morty told him about the Tina-Teers thing.

8.Prime head-canons

⁃ He doesn’t regret what he did with Diane, but he did regret letting it get to that point

⁃ He honestly didn’t want to kill his own Morty, and was conflicted seeing him with C-137.

⁃ He was far from thrilled seeing what had become of his planet. He wasn’t necessarily attached to it or anyone in it, however he didn’t want it to end up as a wasteland.

- He’s been keeping tabs with Rick and Morty as was a little surprised with how Rick C-137 hasn’t killed Morty Prime or even really tried to.

- Wasn’t expecting Morty to take after him as much as he has.

9. Evil Morty head-canons

- Was actually bothered when Morty Prime didn’t accept his offer and just lied about it being a toilet seat to save face because he was kinda salty about it

- he’s definitely a clone, not sure what universe he’s based off of and doesn’t care anymore

- EM is lonely as hell and watch’s rom coms to pass the time. He’s not use to getting to live normally and isn’t sure what to do with all that free time

- he chose to use an eye patch because he knows Ricks are scared of pirates

- after the S1 finale, EM started keeping tabs on Rick C-137 and Morty Prime. It was also how he learned about the Prime universe

10. favorite rick and morty pair that ISNT c-137 and prime

Not technically a Rick & Morty pair but the Mortys from the citadel, Left-Handed Morty, Slick Morty, Glasses Morty, and Lizard Morty. The way Slick threw himself into the garbage shoot in a desperate attempt for other Mortys to be better off lives in my head rent free I wish they were still alive.

11. songs that you think relate to them

“This is love” by Air Traffic Controller. This song is such a good way to express Mortys codependency to Rick (not shipping btw you nastys)

#great question sheet op!#had a lot of fun with this one #rick and morty analysis #rick and morty #rick c137 #evil morty #morty prime

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blazehedgehog · 5 months

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Usually when a voice actor for a character gets replaced, either one might take some time to get used to the new actor, or that they are not accepted fully. In your personal opinion, are there any new voice actors that you embraced for a character in a heartbeat?

Not usually, no. There is one recent example, though, but it's going to sound weird.

So I still watch Rick & Morty. A lot of the season 4 and 5 episodes were absolute garbage, but season 6 was a sharp jump in quality, and so far season 7 has been more hits than misses.

Season 7 also marks the debut of new actors for Rick Sanchez and Morty Smith, considering Roiland was given the boot after his domestic assault charges came out.

And... frankly? I almost can't tell the difference.

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In 99.9% of scenarios, these two characters sound identical to how they've always sounded. I only bring this up because if you checked user reviews for this season at all, it's non-stop complaints about how the voices are soooo different now and the show is sooooo much worse off:

The only time either character ever sounds different is when Rick has to yell really loudly. He's not as gravelly when he does that anymore, and almost sounds a little autotuned, like the new actor can't hit the vocal stress levels Roiland could.

Anyone complaining about what a travesty the new voices are just sounds insane to me. Like, Rick sounds "less cerebral" now? Are you listening to yourself, dude on Rotten Tomatoes? Why don't you tell us what you're really thinking?

#questions #Anonymous #rick and morty #adult swim #justin roiland

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graylinesspam · 6 months

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Come to find out, artillery rounds do considerable damage to your body when you're hit by them directly.

Ahsoka yelps as the swirling spinning surgical pod whirls around her again, the high pitched sound searing through her montrals. But even that pain is secondary to the way her back it opened up, the muscles being carefully tended to. charred flesh sliced away and raw muscles stitched backtogether.

There are no less than three medics hovering outside of the pod. each scurrying around completing an endless series of tasks to support her recovery.

When she walked back onto the Resolute after Steela's funeral she'd just been grateful that she'd started wearing backless dresses, which had prevented fabric from melting into her burns.

But for artillery rounds, it turned out that the healing process was worse than the wounds themselves.

Being sliced apart and stitched back together was a lengthy process. She'd been stuck in the medbay, face down, for well over two weeks. The skin of her back was kept alive by bacta treatments and steroids but ultimately kept detached from her flesh as the medics needed continued access to the muscle beneath.

She was also on a constant flow of painkillers to make her condition tolerable. It did nothing for the pain of the operations but it made her idle hours easier to bear.

she also wasn't allowed to dress in any reasonable clothing. only her leggings and disposable paper gowns that tied around the neck and waist. they were dry and itchy and they crinkled whenever see moved. she'd grown to hate that sound.

Maybe she was being bitter and unreasonable. but she'd also lost all the strength in her arms when they started taking apart her back muscles. turns out the shoulders are very necessary for arm strength. and Ahsoka was staring down a very long recovery period.

when the whirring came to an end and the cot retracted from the surgical pod Cadaver was already there looking over the open flesh of her back, noting what flesh was growing back. When he had taken his notes Kix stepped in to reapply her creams and bandage over the wound.

Thankfully they still allowed her to walk herself around even if she needed some support on the very bottom of her back in order to get to a standing position.

Rex was waiting with her lunch and she was allowed to have it on the bench just outside the medbay. The hanger loud around them. He frequently came to chat with her. other men from torrent came and went as well but Cadaver never let them into the bay. convinced they'd get her into some kind of trouble.

Maybe it wasn't just her back that was numbed out all the time. Because this was the first long stint in the medbay where Ahsoka wasn't itching to leave. She wasn't happy to be there either. It wasn't accurate to say that she was content either.

Steela's death had done something to her. Obi-wan assured her that some time would ease the strain of that expirience. Maybe it would. it seemed that for the moment at least time and pain where all she could feel.

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Meanwhile, news of Ahsoka's injury had made it far outside of Torrent company. Taking an artillery round to the back was no easy feat even for a jedi. To not just survive it but to be up and walking immediately after. That was the kind of unbelievable war story that spread like fire.

The pilots of the 501st had already painted a mural of her across the side of a fighter. with her Sabers held in a defensive hold and the bright blast of an explosion behind her.

Ahsoka was already known for her preference of the sword and saber maneuver. She preferred to fight in tandem with her troops and as their guard rather than Skywalker's Style of sprinting right into the heat and taking the enemy's attention entirely.

But this level of durability? Her ability to take a hit and keep going was quickly becoming gossip amongst the GAR. The mythical glee that had surrounded their idea of the jedi as cadets rarely surfaces now that they work with them but this story was bringing it back.

Some Jedi were just jedi and some of them were built from stronger stock. Skywalker surely was, and by all acounts, Tano was as well.

And she was becoming a legend for it.

#this is just one instance of many that has cemented the idea that Ahsoka was changed intrinsically by mortis for me #because she really did take a tank round to that back and get back up #and we don't even really adress it #like she is wearing a bandage at steela's funeral but that's it???#just baby jedi has a booboo??#she was shot by a god damn tank #and they portray that so casually that we don't even question it.#what the actual fuck #so yeah #i'm thinking the clones might have some feelings about that #Ahsoka tano #star wars #ashoka tano #clone wars #tcw #sw tcw #short fic #please someone talk about this

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