Hello Readers! So, I know I've deleted some stories. I also know I haven't really been active here whatsoever. I would like to apologize, but I would also like to inform you that I probably won't be a regular updater. School, my faith, and my family are my first priorities. FanFiction is just something that I do for fun.

Anyways, I recently saw the newly released movie Big Hero 6 and all I could think while watching it is how the main character, Hiro, looked like a young Sherlock. So I came up with this idea. This story is a Sherlock/Big Hero 6 crossover. It follows the basic plotline of Big Hero 6, but the characters are from BBC Sherlock. For all those who haven't seen Big Hero 6…. SPOILER ALERT!

I hope that you enjoy this newest creation! I will try to post new chapters when I can. I will also try to stray at least a little from the original plotline to make the story more interesting. I won't be quoting the movie word for word either, as I've only seen it once.

DISCLAIMER- I do not own any creation made by Disney, BBC, or Arthur Conan Doyle.

The bots were a whirlwind, tearing at each other with animal ferocity. The larger bot, silver and heavily arm, took a swing at the smaller, pink-accented bot. The smaller bot attacked back… until it's opponent's spinning blade came down. A sickening crunch resounded off the walls of the ratty building. The crowd, tightly compacted and struggling to see, gasped… A cheer went up as the pink bot's life drained. Certain people handed over the money they owed. Betting on bot fights was a dangerous business, and quickly left one in near-poverty.

The girl who owned the pink bot, a tall teenager with pink streaks in her own hair, scooped up her demolished bot from the concrete floor. She disappeared into the wild group behind her, glaring at the floor.

The ringmaster was, finally, able to speak over the din. "Janine's JanBot takes a hard hit! Moran wins again, taking the winnings for his own once more! Who dares to face the MoranBot?"

The triumphant Sebastian Moran bellowed his agreement, "Yeah, who's next? Who's next?" The cry went up and bot fighters muttered amongst one another. Moran was a professional bot fighter, menacing in both personality and looks. He towered above nearly anyone, and muscles bulged from beneath his filthy shirt. His nose was crooked, and his lip curled in a permanent snarl. His bot, the MoranBit as he called it, was in pristine condition, the prize of Sebastian's life. It had been ordered and made to win… and that's exactly what it did.

"Can I try?" A voice called above the racket. The dense mass of human bodies parted to reveal… a child. He could only have been fourteen at most with a skinny frame, a mop of dark, unruly curls, and big blue eyes that appeared to take in everything at once. He repeated his question, "Can I try?" His tone was one of eagerness. "I've got a bot." He held out, a small, black, mechanical thing that looked like a baby's toy. It even had a yellow smiley face painted on it.

The betters and bot fighters burst into boisterous laughter.

"Gee kid!" Someone called, "Did you glue LEGO's together?"

The crowd only laughed lowder. The ringmaster strode up to the boy, eying his short, thin frame and his typical outfit of skinny jeans, a purple t-shirt and a black hoodie.

"Sorry, but kid's can't play." She didn't sound sorry at all, and the boy's shoulders sagged with disappointment. "Besides, you've gotta pay to play."

At this the bright eyed teenager perked up, pulling a crumpled ball of dollar bills from his pocket. "I have money." There was a silence as the ringmaster bit her lip, and then…

"Fine." The deafening noise resumed with renewed vigor as the two players threw thier money into a pot. They took their places criss-cross-applesauce on either side of the fighting ring (which was really just a circle drawn on the floor with chalk), controllers in hand.

"An epic battle between Moran, four time winner-" A loud cheer resounded as the ringmaster spoke, "and- what's your name, kid?"

"Sherlock." He answered crisply.

"And Sherlock!" A less enthusiastic cheer was all the boy received. "Begin in one…" Sherlock steeled himself, meeting the eyes of his opponent. He's overconfident. He underestimates me because I'm a kid. Exactly what I need, "Two…" Moran stared back, an evil grin spreading across his scarred face. Yes that look definitely implies overconfidence. Stupid, stupid adults, "Three!"

The MoranBot burst into action, heading towards the pitiful toy across the ring. At the last second, Sherlock moved his bot out of the way. The MoranBot turned, bringing down it's saw enhanced arm…. and the small bot broke into pieces. The fight was over, just like that. Everyone laughed as Sherlock simply stared and Sebastian took his money.

"Can I play again?" Sherlock asked as he stood. He fished another wad of cash, this time from his hoodie pocket.

Once Sherlock had reassembled the magnetic pieces of his bot, the next match began. The Moran Bot was quick to act, knocking over Sherlock's bot. Suddenly the happy face switched, turning to a red angry face. The smaller bot separated it's pieces, and those pieces worked together to attack the MoranBot. A shocked breath was held as click! off came the saw arm and bam! off came the legs and smack! off cam the head!

The breath was released and the room grew so loud, that one could not even hear himself think. Sherlock, grinning, grabbed his bot and his winnings. Take that, idiot. Moran was speechless, until fury took over. He dragged Sherlock out of the building by his collar, throwing him against an alleyway wall.

"Hey guys," Sherlock said, laughing nervously, "It was a fair win. What're you doing?" Oooh dear. Face red. Muscles clenched. Sure sign of embarrassment. Embarrassment = annoyance. Annoyance = lashing out. Lashing out = violence. Violence = harm to me. Harm to me = questions. Questions = truth. Truth = being grounded.

"No little kid mocks me." Sebastian Moran growled, snatching the now smiley-faced bot from the boy's hand. "Take care of him." He barked. His two henchmen closed in on Sherlock, leering, fists ready to shoot forward-

VROOOM!

A motorcycle spend around the corner of the alleyway, skidding to a halt before the Moran and his henchmen.

"Mycroft!" Sherlock shouted with relief as his older brother pulled him onto the motorcycle and stuck a too-big helmet on his head. Sherlock pushed the helmet from his eyes as the bike turned and headed back the way it had come. Using his controller, Sherlock disassembled the pieced of his bot. They fell from Sebastian's hand, flew to Sherlock, and quickly pieced back together. Sherlock, barely keeping his balance, rotated so that he was facing the correct way. The wind whipped in his face, as Mycroft began his lecture.

"Why do you think you were doing!?"

"Bot fighting."

"Sherlock, you know that bot fighting is illegal…" Mycroft doubted himself for a moment, "Don't you?"

"Bot fighting is not illegal, Croft!" Sherlock replied tartly. His brother let out a strained sigh. "Betting on bot fight's is illegal. And besides, you should be proud of me, I'm making money!" He waved some cash in Mycroft's face. This did not improve Mycroft's mood.

"You graduate high school at fourteen and this is what you do with your life?"

Sherlock never got time to reply, because they reached the end of the alleyway to find police cars blocking the entrance, sirens wailing and lights flashing.

"I raised you for ten years and this is the kind of treatment I get!?"

Sherlock and Mycroft's Aunt Hudsyn exclaimed as she opened the door to her bakery. The heavenly smell of sugary sweets wafted to the boys' nose. Sherlock was a guilt sweet-tooth. Hey, at least I can contain myself… unlike Mycroft.

Aunt Hudsyn seemed so disappointed, that Sherlock had to feel a little sorry. The cops had thrown the two brothers into the local jail until Auntie had bailed them out. Now she was ranting. Never a good thing.

"I had to close the shop early to come bail you two!" Aunt Hudsyn went on as she grabbed a donut and took a large bite. "Ugh, stress eating! I'm stress eating! Do you see what you two have driven me to?"

"Sorry Aunt Hudsyn…" They both muttered in unison. Auntie didn't reply, only turned around and shuffled out of the room, muttering to herself. Sherlock swore he heard her say "Man, this is good."

In that way, Aunt Hudsyn and Mycroft are alike. They stress eat. He sighed and followed the auburn head, diverting at the steps and making his way up to the room he and Mycroft shared in the attic. He plopped down at his computer, fingers flying across the keys.

Mycroft followed, "You'd better make this up to Auntie." He stated.

"I will." Sherlock replied absentmindedly.

"Lock…" Mycroft was using his childhood nickname. Really? Lock? Aren't I getting a bit old for that. "Let me guess, you're looking for another bot fight."

"Mycroft, you never guess. You deduce. And I was looking for another bot fight. I found one. I'll be back later." He stood from his swivel seat. His older brother ran a hand through his chocolate brown hair that sometimes had hints of red. His grey-blue eyes fixed on Sherlock. Circles under his eyes… he was worrying about me. He also was up early to make a 6:30 class.

"What ever happened to wanting to be a pirate?" He has his hands behind his back. He always does that when he's anxious.

"You're not going to make me feel bad, Croft. It just won't work."

"Is this what mom and dad would want?"

Sherlock felt his heart drop. Mycroft hadn't really wanted to go that far, obvious by the fact that he wasn't meeting his eyes. Sherlock replied steadily and rather coldly. "How would I know? They died when I was three, remember?" Mycroft seemed to deflate a bit, looking guilty.

"Fine, I'm not going to stop you."

"Really?" There's more coming.

"No, but I am going to come with you." He grabbed his motorbike helmet, and tossed one to Sherlock. Sherlock caught it with ease, used to reacting quickly. As his brother headed down the stairs, Sherlock's eyes narrowed. Holding himself high… Smirking slightly. Something is definitely up.