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Disclaimer: I do not own Big Hero 6; The wonderful folks at Disney do.
Nightmare
A small, incoherent utter escaped Hiro's lips. His face scrunched up in his sleep, fingers twitching. The sound of distress had almost been inaudible. But Baymax heard it.
He immediately inflated to life, making his way around the various items in the room until he reached Hiro's bed. "Hiro?" he said. He reached out, nudging his shoulder. Hiro's eyelids fluttered, and Baymax shook him a bit more. "Hiro, it is time to wake up now."
Hiro jolted and opened his eyes. His hand unconsciously fell over his hammering heart, his chest rising and falling breathlessly. He sat up, running a hand over his face with a deep breath and pushing his hair out of his face. "T-thanks, Baymax," Hiro said, a bit shakily.
"Were you having a nightmare?" Baymax asked.
"Yeah. But I'm fine now-"
"Talking about your nightmare with friends and loved ones can help to ease your distress," he offered.
"Really, buddy, I'm fine." Hiro paused, running a hand through his hair. "But, ah...I could use one of those big, marshmallow hugs of yours."
Without hesitation, Baymax wrapped Hiro in his large, soft embrace, patting his head. "There, there," he said, earning a laugh from Hiro.
Nickname
Fred slipped off his tie and numbly flopped onto his bed. He stared up at the ceiling with glossy eyes, a foreign, sad frown twisting his features as he thought back to Tadashi's funeral. "Man...I never even got to give him a nickname," he said to the empty mansion.
Car Alarm
BEEEP! BEEEP! BEEEP!
Cass nearly dropped the grocery bags in her arms in her haste to unlock her car door, dumbstruck as to why her alarm had suddenly started going off. She missed the keyhole a few times, trying to ignore the stares she was getting from people in the parking lot, and finally managed to open the door. When the alarm still continued, she dumped the bags in the passenger's seat and tried starting the car. But it didn't stop.
She tried everything from locking and unlocking the doors, opening and closing them, and starting up and shutting down the car, but...
BEEEP! BEEEP! BEEEP!
Cass let her head fall on her steering wheel, nearly in tears as her car continued to blare. After a long moment, she sucked in a ragged breath and opened her eyes again, and something caught the corner of her eye. She lifted her head and took a double take. The lights were flashing…
On the car beside hers.
Cass let her head fall on her steering wheel again, this time in embarrassment. "Unbelievable," she muttered, voice muffled beneath her hair. At least Hiro and Tadashi hadn't been there to see it, she thought.
Dancing with the Family
Aunt Cass stretched back against the couch as the dance show went to commercial, making Mochi hop down from her lap at the sudden movement. "They always do this right before the eliminations," she sighed. Tadashi stood to get more tea, offering to take Aunt Cass' cup as well. Even at age ten, Tadashi was already a little gentleman.
From the floor, Mochi stretched, too, then touched a nose to little five-year-old Hiro's cheek. The toddler smiled, petting Mochi's head with surprising gentleness, then abandoned his action figures and clambered up onto his feet from the living room floor, going over to Aunt Cass and tugging on her pant leg. "Aunt Cass?" he asked. He bounced on the balls of his feet, messy black hair falling into his large, brown eyes.
She leaned forward to be closer at eye-level with him. "Yes, Hiro?"
"Aunt Cass, will you dance with me?"
She rested a hand over her chest with a large smile, touched by her adorable nephew's request. "Of course!" she insisted.
She stood up, and Hiro reached up and grabbed her hands, giggling as she swung their arms and stepped left and right. They were still dancing when Tadashi came back and put their tea on the table, a large grin on his face at the sight.
"Dashi!" Hiro cried happily, running to him. "You too, Dashi!" He grabbed his big brother's hand and pulled him to the open space near the center of the room. He swung Tadashi's arms as Aunt Cass had done, hopping excitedly and pulling Tadashi in every direction. Tadashi laughed, barely keeping up with him. Aunt Cass pulled out her phone to take pictures, not wanting to miss a moment of her nephews' dancing going to get her camera.
Tadashi danced with his little brother until he was nearly out of breath, then lunged forward, pulling a squealing Hiro into his arms and spinning him around with a big kiss to his cheek. He finally released his wiggling little brother, who continued to giggle even as he was set back to the ground.
Tadashi ruffled his hair, then joined Aunt Cass back on the couch, breathless from keeping up with Hiro's antics.
Hiro's energy was far from depleted, however. The toddler turned, and catching sight of Mochi, started towards the family kitty with his arms outstretched. "Your turn, Mochi!"
Christmas
As Hiro entered the room again, he stopped in his tracks to see Baymax tangled in the festive lights. The robot looked down at himself, one arm pinned to his side and the other outstretched, holding one end of the lights. "Oh, no."
Hiro ducked his head and covered his mouth with his fist, unable to hold back a laugh, and quickly worked to untangle him. Once Hiro had the lights rolled back up, he handed one end to Baymax. "Let's try again," Hiro said.
Baymax strung the lights up near the top of the tree, Hiro feeding out the strand evenly to keep it from getting tangled. Then Hiro took over for the bottom half, walking in a circle around the tree until the strand ran out. The two stepped back, admiring their work.
"Pretty good, huh?" Hiro asked. He poked Baymax's tummy with a grin. "Make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside?"
Baymax blinked. "My internal heater is not active. And I do not see why I would feel something 'fuzzy.'"
"No, no," Hiro said. "I mean...Seeing the lights, and the decorations- do they make you happy?"
"Yes," Baymax answered. "They are lovely." He took a step closer to the tree, eyes squinting happily as he looked at the lights.
"I have another strand for the little bonsai in the café. Wanna help?"
Baymax turned to see the young Hamada holding up a strand of white lights with a smile. Baymax nodded and was quick, (well, quick for Baymax, anyway,) to follow him. But before they walked out, Hiro noticed a Santa hat near the top of one of the cardboard boxes and pulled it out, raising on his tip-toes to place it on Baymax's head. Baymax reached a hand up and poked at the little white puff at the end of it curiously.
Hiro rested his hands on his hips, raising an eyebrow with a grin. "Feel warm and fuzzy yet?" he asked.
Baymax stroked the soft material of the hat. "Yes."
