Author's Note: I'm so sorry about the messup, I don't know how it happened. Thanks to superkola for pointing it out to me that Chapter 2 somehow copied itself. To anyone who reviewed this one to let me know, you'll have to give your review as a guest since this site doesn't allow for multiple reviews of one chapter by the same user.

Now, here's the real update!


"So," Hiro chuckled weakly as Karmi had him backed into a corner – literally and figuratively – with a maniacal expression on her face, "What exactly are you going to do?"

"We," Karmi said, "are going to…."

"Going to…?" Hiro repeated with dread.

"Be posting…"

"Posting…?" The dread in Hiro's voice increased.

"POSTERS!" Karmi pulled out a large stack of papers with a big grin on her face.

"POSTING POSTERS?!" Hiro screamed until he realized what he was being frightened of, "What, what?"

"You're going to help me get these across campus, Newbie," Karmi explained, her sour drawl returning a little, "And there better not be any leftovers by the end of the day or I'll be mad."

"Um…why are we posting these posters over campus?" Hiro asked hesitantly.

Karmi scoffed, "To remind people that it's Rivalry Week, of course! Get the school spirit going!"

"Well, you see Karmi, I have some classes that I –" Hiro stammered as he was handed the large stack of posters. They sagged in his arms and Hiro nearly lost his footing.

"This won't take forever," Karmi waved her hand dismissively as she dragged Hiro out of the lab by his hoodie, "Besides, someone has to give you the rundown on what we need to accomplish by the end of this week. Day One is spreading the word."

"And you think you're the best qualified for the job?" Hiro asked with a frown.

"Of course," Karmi said brightly now, "I was the Newbie last year and have the duties of instructing the next generation of freshmen."

"Karmi, I'm not the only new kid around here."

"Well, instructing at least one of the next generation," Karmi amended.

"You're two years older than me!"

"I consider myself older on the inside."

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Honey Lemon bit her lip, trying to figure out what to do next. Go Go was right in front of her. She'd always dreamed of it being like this. Just the two of them. Together.

Alone.

"Honey Lemon…" Go Go groaned.

"Be patient," she said quietly, "And keep it down, someone'll hear us!"

"I don't care," Go Go grumbled, "Just stop taking breaks in-between or we'll never get this done."

"Sh…" Honey Lemon wanted to press her finger to her lips, but with the stuff on her hands… "I'm almost there, just be patient."

Her palms were sweaty, trembling with excitement. This was her first time; she couldn't screw this up or Go Go would never forgive her for it! She licked her lips and fought the urge to curl up or else she'd make a mess –

"Will you hurry up and finish the drawing? I'm getting stiff!" Go Go snapped as she sat on the stool.

"Sorry, Go Go," Honey Lemon smiled and moved her pencil over the easel.

When she had woken up that morning with Go Go curled up next to her, Honey Lemon had initially thought it best to let her friend sleep in that morning. Whatever had been keeping Go Go up had the side effect of keeping her from hearing Honey Lemon's snoring – which had been recorded by Baymax as proof, much to her embarrassment. Did she really sound like a donkey?

"I still can't believe you were afraid we'd mock you for this," Go Go said a few minutes later while Honey Lemon traced the outline, "Liking art and science is a bad thing to you?"

"You'd be surprised," Honey Lemon smiled sheepishly, "When I was growing up…kids would be making fun of me for being into Chemistry and Art."

"That doesn't make sense," Go Go's tone brokered on disbelief.

"Again, you'd be surprised," Honey Lemon repeated in a darker tone, "I was either a nerd who should have been playing with dolls or a granola girl who made messes when she painted. I couldn't win at all with them. And…"

She lowered her pencil and frowned.

"And I thought if I only was interested in one thing, the teasing wouldn't be as bad."

What Honey Lemon saw next was over in the span of two seconds, but she saw how significant the flash of fury crossed over Go Go's face was before fading away. It wasn't like her typical snark or irritation. It was closer to when…

Fred crashed to the ground, groaning in pain. Nobody moved, not even the Kabuki Man.

"What's the plan?" Wasabi asked nervously.

"Get the mask!" Go Go gritted her teeth and darted forward like a knife.

"Right behind you!" Honey Lemon charged after her with her Chem Purse ready.

It was something closer to that, she decided.

"Miss Lemon," a man came over to her work station and looked over the sketch approvingly, "I'm just checking on your progress, don't mind me."

"I don't," Honey Lemon giggled a little.

The man's eyes widened as he examined Honey Lemon's sketch, "Didn't you start this half an hour ago?"

"Yes," Honey Lemon began slowly, "Is there a problem?"

"My dear," the man exclaimed, "It's so detailed! So vivid! You should have joined SFAI sooner, with talent like that!"

Honey Lemon felt her cheeks grow hot, "Thank you, sir."

"I'll be out of your way, now," the man nodded and walked away.

Go Go looked on with an amused grin, "So, SFAI. How long have you been enrolled for?"

"Since September," Honey Lemon admitted, "Between my boutique work and SFIT and our…"

She leaned in a little and whispered,

"Other job…I wasn't sure if I could do it."

"You're part time at SFIT, too," Go Go pointed out, almost breaking out of her pose before collecting herself, "Could we stop soon? I'm getting tired."

"We've only been at this for half an hour, how are you getting tired so quickly?"

"Sweetheart, I'm fast, but I don't have stamina."

"I feel sorry for anyone you bring over, then."

"What was that?" Go Go's jaw dropped, "Did you just…?"

"What are you…" Honey Lemon felt her face burn as she realized what came out of her mouth, "Oh…sorry. I, uh, you weren't supposed to hear that…"

"I'll let it slide," Go Go said amiably.

Honey Lemon looked over her sketch and nodded to herself, "Okay, Go Go. You can stop, now."

Go Go sagged in her chair with relief. After a few moments, she got up and looked at the sketch.

"You could show this to the others, you know," Go Go observed.

"After Rivalry Week," Honey Lemon said firmly, "I…I wouldn't want to start any drama, or anything like that."

"Your choice," Go Go sighed.

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Hiro's burden lifted slowly as each poster was placed across campus, but his arms were still close to popping off at any moment. Karmi's ranting about the history of Rivalry Week proved to be a useful distraction from it.

Each semester, the schools would pull pranks on each other. SFAI would decorate the SFIT dining hall with a special theme, sometimes even decorate the students. Hiro sniggered when Karmi described how an unfortunate group ended up resembling Dalmatians, with red collars for added insult.

But his mind drifted off at times, sometimes thinking about how long it was taking and if he would be late, other times wondering what the others were doing. Now his mind was focusing on the blueprint he had been working on the night before.

Would the suit be bulky for protection and for appearance? Of course, it would probably get him a different nickname with his luck, like Baby Panda or Panda Jr. if Karmi wanted to write about it in her fanfiction. Urgh, just thinking about the first time he read what she wrote sent shivers down his backbone. On the other hand, it did give the team good ideas…maybe he could look at her newest chapter tonight to get some ideas…not that he liked what was written, obviously –

"…catapulted off campus…"

"Huh?" Hiro shook himself. At Karmi's scowl, he said apologetically, "I drifted for a moment there, what did you say?"

"I said the first time we stole SFAI's statue, we catapulted it off their campus," Karmi raised an eyebrow at him, "That's at least a thousand pounds."

"Wow," Hiro whistled, "How did it stay in one piece?"

"It didn't," Karmi became solemn and Hiro had to bite back a snigger, "It was destroyed on impact, SFIT got sued over it and had to pay for a new statue. Then a new rule for Rivalry Week was in put in place that stated that we could steal the statue as long as it was returned in one piece."

"Ouch," Hiro winced.

"I know," Karmi nodded grimly, "It's a price to pay, but it's worth it just to see their faces when that statue of Lenore Shimamoto's gone."

"Shimamoto," Hiro repeated the word quietly, "I think Honey Lemon mentioned her once, right before we were trying to –"

He stopped himself, realizing how close he was to admitting to Karmi that Hiro and the others had tried to prevent one of Shimamoto's works from being stolen. For what purpose, Hiro wasn't sure, though Globby could have sold it for a high price somewhere if he wasn't, well, a purple goo monster and all.

Now his thoughts went towards that weird eye Globby had been trying to get back before being scared off. When he heard of purple goo near the Lucky Cat Café, he almost had a panic attack and had Baymax scan the area to see if Globby had broken into the house at all.

Aunt Cass had been that close to danger and she wouldn't have known it until it was too late.

"Hell~o," Karmi waved her hand in front of his face with impatience, "Anyone home? You keep blanking out on me."

"Oh," Hiro blinked and realized how close he was to dropping the posters, "Sorry, just…thinking…"

He waited for her typical 'you have a crush on me' remark, but she simply ignored him and continued walking.

Huh. Well, he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth, now was he?

"What did you guys do last semester?" He asked.

"Life Sciences got credited for that one," Karmi explained, "Genetically engineered carrier pigeons."

Hiro raised an eyebrow, "Karmi, that, um sounds…nice, but…doesn't that seem a bit…difficult for birds to do? Even if they were genetically engineered?"

"Have you ever seen a movie called Up?"

"Worst five dollars Aunt Cass ever spent," Hiro rolled his eyes, "Tadashi and I broke the disc, shredded it in the blender and set it on fire after the first ten minutes."

"What." Karmi stared, "That's not Up!"

"Yes, it is," Hiro insisted, "It was in the title."

Karmi slapped her forehead, "No, that's What's Up, the movie that ripped off Up! Up is a Pixar movie about an old man who decides to honor his late wife's wish to visit a place called Paradise Falls in South America and he travels in his house. Using balloons!"

"And…?"

"It was calculated to be scientifically possible with enough balloons to lift up the hou – you know what, I'll show it to you tonight!"

"What."

Karmi smirked, "Consider this your dream come true, Newbie. You get to spend the night watching a movie with your crush."

There it was.

"What."

"7:30. Your house. The Lucky Cat Café."

"What."

"I'll bring the movie over and you can – HEY! DON'T DROP THE POSTERS!"

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Cameras flashed; his hands gripped the podium. He told himself that this was just a few questions and then he could leave. That was all. He had to do this or else it wouldn't go away.

To Tadashi's left, Hiro and Aunt Cass stood, their expressions borderline nerved.

Do it for them, he told himself, do it for them and we can all move on.

"Hello," he spoke into the microphone, "My name's Tadashi Hamada, and as you can see…I'm not dead."

Voices overlapped and the grip on the podium tightened. He saw his friends in the crowed, waving to him. He nodded in their direction, but unfortunately, someone interpreted it differently.

"Mister Hamada, how did you survive the fire?" A reporter asked.

Tadashi took a deep breath, bringing to mind what he had been drilled to say by Mr. Frederickson's lawyers over and over again.

"I was…relocated by my former professor into a different city. I spent the first month comatose, the second and third one trying to get back home."

"Are you planning on seeking retribution against Robert Callaghan for the attempt on your life?"

"He's already facing criminal charges," Tadashi shook his head, "It honestly wouldn't be worth it at this point. All I want is to be with my family."

"What do you have to say about the actions that led to your disappearance?"

Tadashi blinked, "I'm sorry, what was that?"

"Eyewitnesses stated that they saw you running into the burning building before it exploded. Do you have anything to comment on that and how it led to your disappearance?"

"Well, I…"

"Eyewitnesses also stated that your younger brother tried to stop you, but you insisted on entering the fire anyhow. He proceeded to follow you a few moments later before the explosion happened. Why didn't you ensure your brother's safety?"

"I don't think that..."

"You were willing to throw your life away for a man you had known for barely two years instead of keeping yourself and your family from getting hurt in what the police has now identified as arson. Do you deny it?"

"No comment," Tadashi felt his face growing hot.

"Were you in any way connected to the attack on Krei Tech and Krei Tech personal the day Robert Callaghan opened that portal?"

"No!" Tadashi let go of the podium and said forcefully. He started to smell lint.

"I think that's enough questioning for today," one of Mr. Frederickson's lawyers came up and started to guide Tadashi away from the reporters, "Thank you for your time."

Under his breath, the lawyer muttered, "Don't react, that'll feed the sharks."

"I'm trying," Tadashi gritted his teeth. The smell was getting stronger.

"Take deep breathes," the man ordered.

Tadashi tried to do so, but the noise was getting to him. He just wanted them to stop.

"Jesus!" The lawyer flung his arm away from Tadashi, "You're burning up!"

Smoke filled the air. The man's startled cry gave into terror as Tadashi became engulfed in flames, before he turned to the reporters and raised his arms at them –

"Tadashi!"

Tadashi gave a start and scanned his surroundings. His back ached from sleeping on the couch, but at least it wasn't smoldering. The screen was lit up and Mr. Frederickson appeared to be in some desert region looking at him with worry.

"I was just checking up on you. The missus told me of your little 'accident' last night," Mr. Frederickson explained, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," Tadashi breathed, "I'm fine."

He looked down at his hands and clenched them tight,

"Just fine…"

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Author's Note: To anyone who can figure out what show I was giving a shout out to in the beginning of the chapter, they get a cameo in the next chapter or so. Here's a hint, it was a Disney show.

Honey Lemon's POV at the start was inspired by chapter 27 of Advice and Trust by Panther2G. I felt like doing a double entendre for that first part too for laughs. Especially since the Honey Lemon/Go Go shippers have more moments between those two.

I honestly didn't understand Honey's angst about admitting to her best friends that she liked art too, so I had to give a better reason. Sweetheart, you can have more than one interest at a time. Like me, I'm a video game, baking, singing writer with a fanfic reading fetish.

Saw the snapshots for Season Two. Hoping this 'Mary' character is Marys Iosama from the comics. Please review!