A/N: Hey guys. So this first chapter follows the movie pretty closely, in fact most of the dialogue comes directly from the movie. After this chapter it will get more original. So yeah, I'm super excited about this fic, because I have some pretty interesting ideas I'm toying with. One other thing: apology in advance, school is in session, and so free time is sporadic, and often nonexistent especially because I have a part in the musical (which means after school rehearsals), I'm taking AP English, and I'm in choir. Please review. Reviews make my story much better. :)

Chapter 1: Introduction

Hiro Hamada had graduated by the end of his freshman year, and made the decision that he was officially done with school. He spent the early part of the next school year- about two weeks, bored out of his mind. Then he started tinkering with spare parts of robots. Tadashi had provided the spare parts, and gotten Hiro interested in robotics with the hopes that he would consider going to SFIT, which Hiro referred to as "nerd school." Tinkering had been fun, for awhile, but for the ever thrill seeking Hiro, the excitement didn't last long. That was when he had started surfing the web for random info about robots. It was on one of these web-surfing expeditions, that he had accidentally discovered bot fighting. Thoroughly interested, he had built a bot, and snuck out to a fight. He lost, miserably, to an ameture, his first fight, so he went home and revamped his bot with better tech. Then, he went to another bot fight, and won. The drive and pulsing energy of the bot fights drew him in like a moth to a lamp. Soon, he was addicted. If there was a bot fight nearby, you could just about bet that Hiro was there, biding his time, waiting for the right moment to sneak in and blow away the competition. Then, one day, someone gave him five bucks, and introduced him to betting. Technically illegal, they told him, but oh so worth it. He tried it out, and won five consecutive matches, leaving the arena with fifty dollars. At first, to ease his guilty conscience, he had told himself that the money was just so he could buy more bot parts. After about a month; however, Hiro no longer felt any qualms about the illegality of his doings. There had been a few close calls with the police, sure, but he had never been caught. Then, there were the contenders that were sore losers. He had made them a little unhappy, but he had always managed to outrun them, or talk his way out of the Tadashi know that he went to bot fights regularly? Yes. After weeks of freaking out every time Hiro left the house, Tadashi finally reached a compromise. Hiro could go to bot fights, as long as Tadashi could put a tracker in his hoodie, and he promised to wear that hoodie anytime he left the house. Then, one night, he went to a bot fight that ended with both of them arrested. Aunt Cass wasn't very happy that she had to come and pick them up from the jail. She asked them if they were hurt, and when they reassured her they were fine, she grabbed them both by the ear, and dragged them to her car. When they got home she gave them a passionate lecture about how she had tried to raise them right. Did she know anything about parenting? No. Should she have picked up a book about it? Probably. Hiro was unhappy because he hadn't been allowed to keep his money from the bot fight. He went upstairs to find another fight. Tadashi was not far behind.

"You better make this up to Aunt Cass before she eats everything in the cafe," Tadashi said.

"For sure," Hiro replied absently.

"And I hope you learned your lesson, bonehead."

"Absolutely."

"You're going bot fighting aren't you?" Tadashi said.

"There's a fight across town," Hiro said. "If I book, I can still make it."

"When are you gonna start doing something with that big brain of yours?" Tadashi asked.

"What, go to college like you so people can tell me stuff I already know?"

"Unbelievable," Tadashi deadpanned. "What would mom and dad say?"

"I don't know," Hiro shrugged. "They're gone. They died when I was three, remember?" The next thing Hiro knew, he was on the back of Tadashi's moped, headed to the bot fight. At least that's what he thought.

"What are we doing at your nerd school?" Hiro questioned. "Bot fight's that way."

"Gotta grab something," Tadashi said.

"Is this gonna take long?" Hiro asked.

"Relax you big baby," Tadashi scoffed. "We'll be in and out. Anyway, you've never seen my lab."

"Oh, great," Hiro layered his voice with sarcasm. "I get to see your nerd lab." Once inside, it was a different story. First he met all of Tadashi's friends. Then he met Baymax, Tadashi's healthcare robot. Nice people. They seemed pretty cool. And the robot was pretty high tech. Then, he met Tadashi's professor. The man seemed interested in his bot, so he started to explain how it worked, when Tadashi laughed.

"Hey genius, he invented them." Hiro freaked out. Tadashi's professor was Robert Callaghan. The Robert Callaghan. As in the Callaghan catmull spline, and Callaghan's "Laws of Robotics." He left, and Hiro turned to Tadashi.

"I have to go here," he said. They returned home, and Tadashi explained the ins and outs of the SFIT showcase. As he got to work designing his new tech, Hiro could almost hear Eye of the Tiger, ringing in his ears, then…

"Nothing! No ideas. Useless empty brain." Hiro said, banging his head on his desk.

"Wow, washed up at fourteen," Tadashi called from his side of the room. "So sad."

"I got nothing," Hiro claimed. "I'm done. I'm never getting in." Tadashi came over and looked him dead in the eye.

"I'm not giving up on you." Hiro gave a small cry of surprise as Tadashi dragged him from his chair, holding him upside down.

"What are you doing?!" Hiro cried.

"Shake things up," Tadashi advised, jumping up and down. "Use that big brain of yours to think your way out of it. Look for a new angle." That was when Hiro noticed Megabot lying on his desk. He tilted his head. Maybe… Perfect. He got to work. One week later, his brilliant tech was finished. Then it was off to the, showcase.

"Wow," Tadashi remarked. "A lot of sweet tech here. How are you feeling?" He asked Hiro.

"You're talking to an ex bot fighter here," Hiro shrugged. "Takes a lot more than this to rattle me."

"Yep, he's nervous," Go-Go deadpanned.

"You have nothing to fear little fellow," Fred said.

"You're so tense," Honey Lemon cried.

"What? No I'm not."

"Relax Hiro," she ignored his statement. "Your tech is amazing. Tell him Go-Go." She turned to the other young woman expectantly.

"Stop whining, woman up,"

"I'm fine," Hiro laughed.

"What do you need little man?" Wasabi spoke up. "Deodorant? Breath mint? Fresh pair of underpants?"

"Underpants?" Go-Go made a face. "You need serious help."

"Hey, I come prepared." Wasabi lifted his hands in defense.

"I haven't done laundry in six months," Fred said, sitting on the edge of the stage. "One pair lasts me four days. I go front, I go back, I go inside out, then I go front and back." Wasabi gagged.

"Wow," Tadashi walked past. "That is both disgusting and awesome."

"Don't encourage him," Go-Go scowled.

"Its called recycling," Fred defended himself. Next presenter, Hiro Hamada.

"Oh yeah, this is it," Fred grinned, jumping off the stage.

"I guess I'm up," Hiro gulped.

"Okay. Photo, photo!" Honey Lemon gushed. "Everybody say Hiro. We love you Hiro, good luck."

"Don't mess up," said Go-Go, with her usual amount of "Like I care" attitude.

"Break a leg little man," Wasabi patted him on the shoulder.

"Science, yeah!" shouted Fred. They all walked away so that it was just Hiro and Tadashi standing next to each other.

"Alright bro, this is it," Tadashi held out his fist. Hiro did not return the gesture. "Come on. Don't leave me hanging," Tadashi looked at him closely. "What's going on?"

"I really want to go here," Hiro took a deep breath.

"Hey," Tadashi smiled. "You got this." Hiro walked onstage, and cleared his throat.

"Uh, hi. My name is Hiro-" the microphone screeched loudly. "S-sorry," Hiro grimaced. "My name is Hiro Hamada, and I've been working on something that I think is pretty cool. I hope you like it." He fished his transmitter and a single microbot out of his pocket. "This is a microbot," he said, making the small robot wave. A man on the edge of his small group of viewers walked away. Hiro looked to his brother for support.Breathe Tadashi mouthed. Hiro took a deep breath.

"It doesn't look like much," He smiled. "But when it links up with the rest of its pals," he used the transmitter to bring the rest of the microbots over from their various trash cans around the showcase building. "Things get a little more interesting. The microbots are controlled by this neural transmitter," Hiro explained. "I think what I want them to do, they do it. The applications for this tech are limitless," He began to demonstrate their capabilities. "Construction. What used to take teams of people working by hand for months or years, can now be accomplished by one person. And that's just the beginning. How about transportation?" The crowd gasped as he walked off the edge of the building the bots had created. Another group caught him. "Microbots can move anything, anywhere, with ease." He high fived his brother as the microbots carried him past. "If you can think it, microbots can do it. The only limit is your imagination." Hiro returned to the stage, and built a giant microbot. "Microbots!" He and the microbot took a bow.

"That's my nephew!" Aunt Cass shouted. "Whoo! My family! I love my family!" she shook the man next to her.

Nailed it," Tadashi grinned, meeting Hiro when he came offstage. They fist bumped as everyone else ran up.

"You did it!" Honey Lemon gushed.

"Not bad," Go-Go said. Honey Lemon picked Hiro up in a hug.

"You just blew my mind dude," Fred said animatedly.

"They loved you," Wasabi smiled. "That was amazing."

"Yes," came a voice from behind them. They turned and saw none other than Allistar Krei. "With some development, your tech could be revolutionary."

"Allistar Krei," Hiro exclaimed.

"May I?" Krei held out his hand. Hiro placed a microbot into the man's outstretched palm. "Extraordinary," Krei mused. "I want your microbots at Krei Tech."

"Shut up," Hiro raised his eyebrows.

"Mr. Krei is right," another voice spoke up, belonging to Robert Callaghan. "Your microbots are an inspired piece of tech. You can continue to develop them, or you can sell them to a man who is only guided buy his own self interest."

"Robert, I know how you feel about me," Krei groaned. "But it shouldn't affect-"

"This is your decision, Hiro," Callaghan said. "But you should know, Mr. Krei has cut corners and ignored sound science to get where he is."

"That just isn't true," Krei sighed.

"I wouldn't trust Krei tech with your microbots, or anything else," Callaghan scowled.

"Hiro," Krei tried another approach. "I'm offering you more money than any fourteen year old could imagine." Tadashi moved closer to his younger brother, protectively.

"I appreciate the offer, Mr. Krei, but they're not for sale," Hiro decided.

"I thought you were smarter than that, Robert," he stalked off.

"Mr. Krei," Tadashi spoke up. "That's my brother's."

"Oh, that's right," Krei tossed Hiro his microbot.

"I look forward to seeing you in class," Callaghan smiled, handing Hiro an acceptance letter to SFIT. On the way out of the showcase building, everyone congratulated Hiro.

"Alright geniuses," Aunt Cass said. "Let's feed those hungry brains. Back to the cafe, dinner is on me."

"Whoo! Nothing is better than free food," Fred crowed. "Unless it's moldy."

"Aunt Cass?" Tadashi said. "We'll uh,-we'll catch up, okay?"

"Sure," she grinned. "I'm so proud of you. Both of you," she gave them both a hug.

"Thanks Aunt Cass," they smiled.. Hiro followed Tadashi to a small foot bridge.

"I know what you're going to say," Hiro said. He lowered his voice in imitation of Tadashi."I should be proud of myself, because I'm finally using my gift for something important."

"No no," Tadashi grinned. "I was just going to tell you your fly was down for the whole show."

"Ha-ha hilarious," Hiro glanced down. "What?" He zipped his zipper, then punched Tadashi's arm. They both laughed.

"Welcome to nerd school, nerd," Tadashi said.

"Hey, I um," Hiro fumbled for words. "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you, So, you know, thanks for not giving up on me." Their moment ended at the sound of the fire alarm paired with screaming. Both boys ran towards the showcase building. Tadashi helped a young woman.

"Are you okay?" he questioned.

"Yeah, I'm okay," she coughed. "But Professor Callaghan is still in there." Tadashi ran to the steps of the building.

"Tadashi no," Hiro cried grasping his arm.

"Callaghan's in there," Tadashi said. "Someone has to help."