AN: author's notes are odd. like, what do I write here? do i reference the previous chapter? do i reference my real life? do i ramble on and on about any topic of my choosing? I dont quite know. Anyways, I have a feeling you all will like this chapter, despite how short it is. i finally figured out how to incorporate something into this story that i previously thought I wouldn't be able to incorporate. soooooo yeah! ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own Big Hero 6

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An island.

Hiro had made it out of the cement compound, the massive building with skull and crossbones and toxic waste symbols left and right, only to find out he was on an island.

A god forsaken island.

"URrgghh." Hiro growled, reaching up and running his hands through his hair, wincing as the side of his head throbbed when his fingers pressed too close. He had no idea when Callaghan would be back also, and until then, he was as much of a sitting duck as he had been back in the empty canyon beneath the portals.

Hiro pulled his hands from his hair and began kicking at the boxes that were littered around by the gate which spanned the perimeter of the building. He was too frustrated and stressed and scared at the moment to even care that one box might hold explosives or something else dangerous like that. Most of the boxes were metal or wood, and very much empty, thankfully, and Hiro viciously fought them as if they had personally insulted him.

Of course, he should've expected that eventually, his worn shoes would be unable to protect his feet. With one misplaced swing, Hiro had brought his foot crashing toes first against the side of a box that most certainly was not either metal or wood, but was in fact a concrete block of some sort that he just hadn't noticed. With a yell of surprise and pain Hiro toppled backwards to the ground, tripping over and reaching for his throbbing foot at the same time.

"Ugh- Ack! Ow!"

Just behind him, an odd hiss of air suddenly came from one of the wooden boxes, one of the heavier ones that hadn't budged when Hiro had kicked it. His hands froze against his foot, and he turned his head slowly, eyes wide, fearing to see Callaghan standing there with a dark expression. But no, instead, the box - clearly labeled along the side with the curling K customary of Krei Tech - was bulging oddly, as if something inside was trying to push its way out on all sides.

With a frightening crack of old wood, the box finally broke, and something pure white with dirt smudged across it, looking like a large balloon, rose up from the inside. Hiro blinked, and the white thing blinked back.

"He-He-He" It's voice glitched from disuse, however long the robot had been trapped inside the box as an abandoned project on an abandoned island certainly taking its tole. "Hello." It finally managed to get out, all the while with Hiro gaping at it. "I am Bay-bay-baymax. Your personal he-he-healthcare compannnnnnion. I was alerted to the ne-ne-need for my services when you said, 'Ow!'"

It walked forward, its balloon legs looking slightly deflated and unable to hold its girth up at is wobbled toward Hiro. A screen flickered to life on its - Baymax's - stomach, light faded and the edges looking to be a pixelly low quality brought about by damage. Ten smiling faces, ranging from a pure smile to a full frown with tears, lined themselves up upon Baymax's stomach for Hiro to view. "On a sc-c-c-c-ale of one to ten, how would you rate your p-p-pain?"

Slowly, Hiro's frustration and fear faded away. He rubbed at his foot once, and then grinned a small, thoughtful grin up at Baymax. "Uh, zero." He answered, then standing.

But Baymax pushed forward, massive balloon stomach bumping into Hiro's personal space. "D-D-Does it hurt when I to-touch it?"

Hiro's thoughtful grin and ideas fell away in the face of the large robot unexpectedly wobbling toward him, one puffy finger outstretched toward Hiro's foot. "Uh- No touching please-" Hiro said, trying to push Baymax's hand away. "Baymax-"

"I wi-wi-will scan you now."

Hiro paused at that, "What- no! Don't scan me!"

But Baymax had already leaned away, something behind his beady black eyes clicking noisily until after a minute, it stopped. "You have a slight bbbbbruise on the top of your: left foot. As well as another mild bbbruise on: your right temple. Concussion from this mild trauma: un-n-n-nlikely. However, dizziness and di-disorientation during the healing of this injury and strenuous activity may occur. You are also experiencing slight sleep-p deprivation and have less tha-tha-than the recommended le-level of nutrients."

Hiro's mouth fell open at the report that Baymax had just rattled off, stating Hiro's physical state. Though the robot had stated that it was a "healthcare companion" for some reason Hiro hadn't believed Baymax to be competant or coded so well as to provide such an accurate and thorough diagnoses, simply with one quick glance. Why on earth had the poor robot been scrapped and left to waste away on this… this demon island, when it was clearly such a wonderful and correctly functioning thing? How long had it been active within that box, battery power dwindling away, waiting to be brought back into the world to help people?

Without hesitation then, Hiro nodded, "Wow, that was really good Baymax." He said warmly, almost proudly. Stepping forward - with only a slight limp, his foot still sore - Hiro pressed his hand directly upon Baymax's stomach. The immediate rush and pulse of the wonderful technology beneath the non-threatening, huggable design of the balloon body was like a breath of fresh air to him. Hiro's grin widened into something genuine, with underlying cleverness, as he looked up into Baymax's blinking black eyes. "Yeah, really good."

He could use this.


Wasabi had been the most wary about letting Tadashi into their lab.

"Okay, be careful not to touch:" The man had said, before listing what seemed to be an entire inventory's worth of things for Tadashi to leave alone. If he hadn't been so worried for his brother, Tadashi would have been insulted. After all, he had been the one to build that shopping cart rocket for him and Hiro back when they had both been in high school. He had been the one to introduce Hiro to the magnetic bearing servos that Hiro later refined and put together to create Megabot.

"Oh come on Wasabi, be quiet." Gogo said, stopping Wasabi's rant and taking the words right from Tadashi's mouth - not that he would ever feel comfortable saying such a thing to anyone other than Hiro, really, especially not to his new friends. "He said before that he was interested in robotics, and did you miss the robot jumping on your head that his brother made? I think Tadashi knows his way around science." She then shot Fred a glare, reminding them all of the incident - an exploded microwave - which had brought them all together, "Unlike some people."

Fred smiled easily and shrugged, "Eh, guilty as charged."

Wasabi sighed, and then addressed Tadashi again, "Alright, so what's the plan?"

Tadashi put a hand to his chin and glanced around the large lab, that thankfully, at such a late hour so early in the school year, was empty aside from them. Also, no one wanted to be in the lab without even a microwave for snacks. A microwave that should have been bought the other day when the four SFIT students met Tadashi, but that still for some odd reason had not been.

"We're gonna be able to take on anything that might keep us from Hiro." Tadashi muttered, heading over to Honey Lemon's chemical stained lab space and inspecting a few of the beakers, full to the brim with odd colored liquids with curling labels slapped haphazardly on the sides. "And so save someone with a…" He hesitated, before giving in, "superpower, you have to get superpowers of your own."

Fred let out an odd, excited squeal that had Tadashi turning and laughing despite the tense situation, and Gogo pounded a fist in a stern but friendly manner into the comic book nerd's arm. She and Honey Lemon looked interested though, and Honey Lemon definitely had an odd gleam to her eyes as she flickered a glance over the chemicals that Tadashi was standing so close to. Oh goodness, what was he getting himself into?

Wasabi spoke up though, sounding a tad hysterical, the voice of reason but also the voice of worry of the group. "What but- what do you think we'll have to go up against huh? We're just nerds!"

Tadashi moved from Honey Lemon's chemicals over to Gogo's bike, hanging suspended upon its hooks in the air directly in the middle of her station. What was he getting himself into? What was he even thinking? "No." Tadashi said, reaching out to spin one of the wheels, watching as the sleek disk rotated around and around. "No, to help my brother, we need to be more than nerds. We can be more."

He glanced back to his friends, and he hoped that, despite the short time they had all known each other, they trusted him as much as he quickly found himself trusting them. They all looked dual parts excited and curious now, all of them with their vastly different concentrations and abilities.

He could use this.


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