A/N: I do not own Big Hero 6
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Of Order and Chaos

"The battlefield is a scene of constant chaos. The winner will be the one who controls that chaos, both his own and the enemies." - Napoleon Bonaparte

At a much younger age, Terrance Donovan Jr. could barely remember a time in his life where there was a lack in organization. But he does know where the mindset came from. As far back as his earliest memories were concerned, his mom constantly reminded him and his two older sisters to keep their rooms nice in case their dad would be coming home. His Dad was a military man, someone he looked up to for as long as he could remember, and he always boasted about how his Dad was not home because he was being a hero. Thus Terry would go above and beyond to outdo the tidy tendencies of both Shauna and Becky combined.

Shauna had her clothes perfectly folded and sorted, not a single shirt on the floor.

Terry created a sock index.

Becky had her books alphabetized by author and subject.

Terry created name labels for every writing utensil in the house.

Their Mom would make sure that the kitchen was always spotless after every meal.

Terry remembered taking the phones of all his family members and re-organizing their apps by color.

Shauna chuckled, shaking her head, Becky rolled her eyes in annoyance, but that didn't keep Terry from boasting about his ability to be the most organized, especially when their Dad came home, and gave him a hug and saying "That's my boy!"

Order can't last forever. Sometimes things fall apart. Terry learned that lesson when he was thirteen.

Shauna had been living in New York for some time but Becky was in her last year of high school. He remembered Becky pulling him out of school, saying that their Grandmother was going to pick them up. When they got home the inside of their house resembled the aftermath of brief, mild earthquake. Broken picture frames, books thrown everywhere, and their Mom weeping into a pillow. The words exchanged between his Mom and Grandma were a blur for all he remembered being said coherently that day was, "Becky, Terry, your Daddy isn't coming home anymore." That time had turned into flashes of crying with family members, crying alone, the formal procession of the funeral, and soon after, the change and disorder in his Mom.

It seemed his mom would just stare into space, as if she were the one thing in time left frozen, while the world kept on spinning as always. At least facing that ordeal was avoidable when Becky was around. She was able to walk him to his room whenever their Mom would suddenly burst into a fit of tears. But of course she had to leave for college. He thought that as long as he could re-establish his system, re-alphabetize the books, keep together the sock indexes, and re-label any old labels that were fading away that perhaps his focus and home life would in turn maintain that order for him. Of course, his Mom's resistance to that order only continued.

One day after school, he saw both of his grandparents waiting for him patiently. Upon seeing him they gave a suffocating hug and told them that his Mom needed some time away and that he would be living with them in the mean time.

This was anything but okay.

This opened a door to more chaos in his life.

Chaos was the enemy.

But then when they got to his grandparents' house his grandmother sat with him to talk about it.

"Terry, your Grandfather might disagree but I think you're old enough to understand the truth."

"What truth?"

"Your mother's going away because she needs help."

It didn't take too long for him to put the pieces together himself. In hindsight, his Mom's tendencies to lock herself up and cry, ignoring his pleas to open the door made even more sense. While he did understood, he also felt like his Mom was throwing him away. Like he didn't matter.

"Terry. I know things are difficult now, but your Father, he died a hero. And I think the best you can do right now is be a hero yourself to your Mother. We'll be visiting her every week so try to do what you can to be her hero, can you do that?"

"Yes ma'am."

By the time his senior year of high school came around, Sarah Donovan was out of rehab, but because of her instability, she chose to reside with her in-laws and son.

Even so, Terry was uncertain of his ability to be there for his Mom. True, she was no longer locking herself up to cry and no longer had moments where she froze, . But the last memory he had of her smiling was starting to fade.

That was until he got a message from the San Fransokyo Institute of Technology. When he showed the email to his Mom, he began to get scared seeing small tears stream down her face. Until she started to laugh, and gave him a hug.

"My baby boy is all grown up!" Looking down at her he saw that she looked as proud of him as a lion would be of their newborn cub.

Seeing her smile for the first time in five years was a sign that he had become his mother's hero.

Terry was prepared to walk through the doors of SFIT that would segue into this new chapter of his life. Last night, he made sure that everything he would needed was already packed so that he could save time in getting to orientation. Of course, what he did not anticipate was that he'd be hallucinating the contestants from the cooking show his family watched being present.

More specifically, the runner-up of the past season of The Nation's Got Flavor.

After he rubbing his eyes, he saw that the same person his grandparents were cheering for all summer taking a seat in the auditorium. Approaching her he asked, "Hey umm… I'm so sorry, this question is going to be weird, but you wouldn't happen to have been on The Nation's Got Flavor?" The girl immediately smiled, making her already pink and yellow style even brighter.

"Yes, that was me, Anita Aurora Martinez!"

"Wow! You were amazing! My Grandma and I actually made your "Unadon and Onigiri" with your recipe last night, the sauce makes it excellent!"

"Thank you! My main strategy throughout the competition was to include a little bit of myself in every dish. But enough about that, what's your name?"

"You can call me Terry," he says smiling, extending a hand. She returns the handshake before kissing each of his cheeks. Given her biography from the TV show, he figured it was probably customary for her.

"And you can call me Anita."

Under their adviser Professor Callaghan, Terry felt that his group of friends, known affectionately as the Nerd Squad, had become inseparable pretty quickly.

It was nearing the end of freshman year when they began researching for their projects for their declared majors. At this point, he was pretty certain he was going to use something with lasers. Everything had an order and was going swimmingly.

Of course, that order began to face change in the Nerd Lab, starting with the day they all met Fred Lee. Fred was the new mascot who somehow managed to get the job despite not being an SFIT student. From what Terry had heard, Fred was an English major at San Fransokyo State and was doing the mascot job to satisfy physical education credits. Thanks to the fact that Tadashi Hamada could qualify for the "people person of the century" award, Fred became an honorary member of their group, which consisted of himself, Anita, Tadashi, and a girl who chose to go by Ethel rather than her real first name, whatever that was.

Correction: Himself, Tadashi, Ethel, and Honey Lemon as Fred called her, the namesake coming from her signature combination from her time on The Nation's Got Flavor.

Speaking of whom, they were now at Honey Lemon and Ethel's dorm sharing a lunch made by Honey herself that fateful weekend.

It was just a simple, down to the point request for his dish.

It should have been carried out without a problem.

But chaos had found a human form, and his name was Fred Lee.

"Honey, could I have no ginger with my wasabi please?"

"Sure thing! Just a second!"

Of course he should've insisted on clearing their floor when he first noticed the bolts, and screws, and various bike parts lying around. Such a scene was screaming, "DISASTER!". In the end, Honey slipped on a screw as she was returning with the ginger-less wasabi for Terry. As Honey caught herself at the table, the bowl of wasabi fell from her grasp, creating a splatter of wasabi all over his white shirt. Whether it made his shirt look like it had been covered in baby barf or took a serious hit from a paint gun was up to anyone's interpretation.

"Wasabi."

"Excuse me?" Terry narrowed his eyes at a slap happy Fred, who might as well have been consuming nitrous oxide to be laughing as hard as he was to then point at Terry shirt and declare, "My friend! You have earned your nickname! Today you shall be forever known as Wasabi!"

Rolling his eyes Terry got up to wash whatever he could off his shirt in the bathroom, muttering to himself, "Wasabi…. Seriously? That better not catch on when I step out of here."

Years had passed. It had been over a month since Callaghan's trial and life sentence as well as Baymax 2.0's creation. As much as he hated to admit it to himself, the nickname Wasabi had grown on him. Then again, so had the life of being a college kid and a superhero with his friends. Had he told himself all those years ago he would be spending half of his time taking down some of San Fransokyo's greatest criminal threats in a suit that gave him laser hands, he would have thought he'd lost his marbles.

Today however, amid all the chaos and order he had to navigate, Wasabi found that perhaps if there really is a grand plan in the end then maybe the plan for him is to be one to provide the control, the order, and the organization where chaos, disarray, and havoc ran freely.

But whatever bit of pandemonium he was tasked with kicking back into a proper place, Wasabi knew that he truly did succeed in being his mother's hero.