Here's the second chapter like I promised! I hope you guys like it.

ENJOY! XD

The two timed amputee hobbled into the dinner, completely ignoring the disgusted and fearful glances at his missing limbs. His long blonde beard swung as he rounded the corner and found exactly what he was looking for. He agreed to help North and Lady Elinor find Pitch and set up a meeting with the large, red haired and red bearded man sitting in the corner booth. He wore a forest green suit with a brown tie and seemed to be extremely invested into the menu.

"Stoick!" the man shouted his greeting.

The middle aged man looked up and smiled at the two timed amputee. "Gobber! Glad you could make it."

"Of course I would," Gobber scoffed. "I wouldn't miss an invitation to dinner with my best friend. Besides, I did set up today's meeting"

"Well, I'm glad," Stoick smiled. "What delayed you?"

"Oh," Gobber sighed. "The twins decided to mix chemicals together and make a stink bomb in chemistry. I had to stay and watch them as they fulfilled their detention."

"Those two need to have a serious talking too," Stoick said in a stern voice. He eyes then went cloudy and his face feel for a second. But he shook it off quickly. Gobber however, noticed it, but he didn't say anything.

"So. How's the business going?"

"It doing great," Stoick grinned. "Who knew so many people liked fish."

"Well, there are the Japanese who use it in their sushi, there's-" Gobber began to list off cultures that use a lot of fish in their diets.

"Yes, yes. I know Gobber. It's just that recently, profits have been going up," Stoick explained. "Maybe there's a fish festival going on somewhere."

"Or maybe a lot of people just realized how good fish can be," Gobber chuckled.

"Nonetheless," Stoick smiled. "I actually hired a new hand to help in the colder fishing areas."

"Really?!" Gobber exclaimed. "Your business is booming that well? Well Congrats!" Gobber slapped Stoick on the shoulder with his prosthetic hand. "Surprised you found someone to work in that region. Not many people like working in the cold."

"Aye that's true," Stoick agreed. "It's even rarer finding one who's young and enthusiastic about it."

"It's a young lad then?" Gobber's eyes went wide with surprise.

"Yep. The lad's name is Kristoff. And boy, does he have a thing for ice. He just wouldn't stop talking about it."

"Kristoff eh?" Gobber tapped his chin with his right hand. "Name sounds familiar. Eh!" Gobber shrugged. "I'm more surprised that you hired a young worker. Your business could be dangerous."

"I know," Stoick lowered his eyes. "I just- I don't know. It's like I felt I needed to give the lad a chance. Like-" Stoick stopped when a loud sound of laughter soared through the dinner. They both looked in the sounds direction to see a young couple playing with their newborn baby.

Stoick's face clouded and his eyes glazed over as he watched the couple. Gobber once again noticed his friend's strange behavior and loudly cleared his throat to break Stoick's concentration.

"So," Gobber changed the subject quickly. "What you thinking of getting?"

"I was thinking the turkey leg. How about you?"

"Same. Best thing on the menu," Gobber pushed the menu away. "So, do you miss being mayor of Berk?"

Stoick shrugged. "Yeah. And I want to go back but something in the back of my mind is telling me not too."

"Oh. Really?" Gobber asked, pretending to not understand.

"It's weird," Stoick shook his head. "It's like I'm being pulled in two directions. My gut says to go back but my mind is saying stay. I just don't really understand it myself."

"Ok," Gobber darted his eyes nervously. "Anything new on the normal person front?" Gobber asked as he took a sip of water.

"Not really," Stoick said as he took a drink from his own glass. He then raised his eyebrows as if he remembered something. "No there is. Fergus said yesterday that there are two missing children from the nearby town."

"Oh?" Gobber's attention was grabbed. "Who?"

"A girl age nine and a boy age eighteen. Brother and sister. They were playing in the forest when they went missing."

"What do they look like? Maybe I can keep an eye out for them."

"They both have brown hair and brown eyes. Their names are Emma and Jack Overland." Gobber's eyes went wide and his face drained of blood. "Are you alright Gobber?"

"I've got some news for you too. We gained a new student a few days ago. He was detected when his mutant gene activated suddenly. He was being attacked by four other mutants. He was saved but his sister was taken. Her name is Emma and his name is Jack."

Stoick's eyes went wide. "One of them is a mutant? So he's safe?"

"Yeah," Gobber rubbed the back of his neck. "It's the sister we're trying to hunt down. She's in danger."

"Why haven't you told their father? He's in a worried frenzy."

"I'm not sure. But North has his reasons. Maybe he's afraid telling him would put him in danger too."

"I could see that but I feel for the parents." Stoick's attention was grabbed by a young boy being lead to a table by his father. His eyes clouded and his face fell once again as he watched the happy two sit down and converse.

"That's the reason I called you Stoick," Gobber grabbed his attention again. "North and Lady Elinor think that maybe you can help."

"Oh?" Stoick raised his eyebrows in surprise. "How?"

"The Phantom Reapers seem to be able to hide from our detection devices. However, they think that clues might be popping up in the normal world. The Phantom Reapers could be getting in sloppy outside the mutant world because they believe you won't see it or that you guys are much of a threat."

"Interesting," Stoick mumbled. "And these Phantom Reapers, are they the ones that hate normal folk because they think we harm them?"

"Yes," Gobber nodded grimly. "And we think they're planning something terrible. When they attacked Jack, they wanted his abilities to fulfill some plan of theirs."

"And what are his abilities?"

"He can make it snow and control the weather."

Stoick's face contorted into great shock. "That's um-a powerful ability. It could cause great chaos. Stopping transportation, creating blizzards, freezing entire towns to death. Especially if they're not used to snow."

"Right," Gobber nodded. "I'm going to have to tell North those possibilities. That might help him figure out what's going on."

"I will definitely keep an eye open and an ear open for anything strange for you," Stoick nodded.

A female waiter then came up and smiled at the two. "Hello gentlemen. Sorry for the wait. My name is Joy and I'll be your waiter today. What can I get started for you."

"We're both going to get the turkey leg," Stoick ordered. "One with mashed potatoes and the other with fresh vegetables."

"Man," Gobber shook his head as he giggled. "We've known each other for too long."

The waiter chuckled. "Alright. That will be up in a few minutes." She put her pad away to free her hands to pick up the menus.

Stoick folded his and handed it to her. As he did so, his eyes fell on the boy and his father once again and his face and eyes clouded over once again in a forlorn expression.

"What is it Stoick?" Gobber asked. "That's the fourth time in less than five minutes that you've done that."

"Done what?" Stoick asked.

"Your face falling into utter sadness. What's bringing that on?"

Stoick motioned the boy and his father with his head and Gobber followed. He didn't say anything, knowing Stoick was going to explain it to him.

"Every time I see a father and son or see children or hear about children, my insides knot up. My heart mostly. It also happens when I see happily married couples. It just pains me for a second."

"I'm sorry Stoick," Gobber looked at his friend honestly.

"It doesn't help that I have these constant and reoccurring dreams about having a wife and son." Stoick seemed to be distant for a second before looking back at Gobber. "I guess it's my heart and soul telling me what I really desire 'cause I've never been married and I've never had a son."

Gobber looked at his friend with pity. He knew that wasn't true but he couldn't tell his friend. He promised. "That's true."

"It's just that every time I see children or happy couples, I feel like a big part of my life is missing." Stoick stared off into the distance for a second before breaking the silence. "I'm going to get us a pint of beer." Stoick got up and went to the bar.

Gobber watched his friend and shook his head as he turned around to face the empty seat. "Valka. It's killing me. He's suffering badly."

The young girl clutched her precious money in her hand. She had been saving up for as long as she could remember. She took a deep breath and tried to knock but couldn't. She hesitated, pulling on one of her strawberry blonde braids nervously. She took another deep breath to calm herself and knocked softly.

The door opened and was greeted by a heavy set woman. "Yes?"

"I'm here to see Mayor Dunbroch," she asked in a shaky confidence.

"Do you have an appointment?" the woman asked.

"Oh..um..no but I was hoping that I could see him."

"I'm sorry but you need to have –"

"Who is it Maudie?" a thick Scottish voice asked.

"A young girl wants to see you sir."

"Well, let her in. I don't have anything right now."

Maudie opened the door and motioned for the girl to enter. She walked through the door and into a nicely decorated room but not too much glitter. She was surprised how modest but full of life the room was. There were paintings of rolling green hills, of ancient castles, and of horses running in fields.

She was even more surprised when she entered the office to find even more character. It was plastered with weapons and bear inspired tapestries and paintings. This guy has a thing for bears. That's for sure.

"Well, don't be a stranger lass," the large man from behind the desk smiled. He was tall man with broad shoulders. His short red hair was brushed as nicely as fizzy hair, yet somewhat curly hair could get. As she walked in, she saw that under the desk, that he had a peg leg on his left leg.

"Um. Thanks for seeing me Mr. Dunbroch," the girl smiled as she sat down.

"Please. Call me Fergus. What's your name lass?"

"It's Anna," she said as she pulled on one of her two strawberry blonde braids.

"What can I do you for Anna?"

"Um, well. You see I've been having these memories and dreams of this girl. I see her over and over again. I think she might be someone important to me but I'm not sure."

"Have you asked your parents?" Fergus asked.

Her face fell and she lowered her eyes in shame. "I'm an orphan, sir," Anna said sadly. She then raised her head in determination. "But that's why I'm here. If she's someone from my past, then I wouldn't be so alone. I mean, I know she'll probably be older and look different but you never know. And she might have a completely different look about her. And that-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Fergus stopped her. "Why are you telling me this?" Fergus asked confused.

"Well, I want your help in locating her."

Fergus blinked slowly for a second. "You want me to help you find her?"

"Yes," Anna smiled hopefully.

"Why didn't you go to the police?"

"I was afraid that they wouldn't care and not try their best. I mean, I am an orphan. I've seen movies and read books. Once you tell the police you're an orphan, they don't give you the time if day. Besides, look at the two missing kids that's all over the news. They already have their hands full."

"True but why did you come to me? Of all people?"

"I figured since you're the mayor, you'd have the same access as the police," Anna wrung her hands nervously. "Besides, you have a reputation of helping those in need around you. I came to you because you'd get the job done efficiently and quickly."

"And how do you know that this girl you're seeing is real and not part of your imagination?"

"Because I can feel it," Anna hugged herself. "It's the same feeling you get when you eat your favorite food or you see someone you have a crush on or you have toward a pet. It feels real and it feels like love and affection."

Fergus looked at Anna with amazement and uncertainty. "How old are you again?"

"I'm sixteen," Anna smiled. She then noticed Fergus looking at her skeptically and her face fell. She then remembered what she carried and stood up to approach the desk. "I didn't come empty handed. I brought my entire savings." She placed the Zip-lock bag of mixed bills and coins on his desk. "All three hundred and fifty-three dollars and two cents."

Fergus' heart melted at Anna's dedication to finding her supposed relative. "You really want to find her don't you?"

"Yes. If I find her, for the first time in like forever, I could feel complete."

Fergus grabbed the bag of money and walked around the desk. He knelt before her and placed the bag into her hands. "I don't want your money. You keep it for college. Or to treat yourself and the girl when she's found."

Anna took a second to register what Fergus said and then beamed brightly as she lunged at him and hugged him around the neck. It took Fergus a second to balance himself but smiled at the girl's energy. She let go and bounced up and down in excitement. "Oh! Thank you! Thank you!"

"So," Fergus said as he stood up. "What does this girl look like?"

"She has green eyes. Thin. Long blond hair. And I mean long blond hair. Like on the floor long. She has freckles across her face. Pidgin toed. Oh! And is usually wearing purple or pink dresses or shirts. She's a great artist and a good singer and…oh, that doesn't really describe her appearance. Let's see…um she has a small nose…"

The young boy sighed in frustration. He threw the wrench violently into the tool kit. He was angered, peeved, and annoyed. He couldn't believe what that horrible woman wanted him to do. It was just utterly disgusting!

Help create weapons! Weaponized robots to use against the people of the world! Unbelievable! He was just taken aback by how heartless that woman was. There was no debate in his mind to decline.

"I want to help people," he mumbled aloud. "Not kill them. And there's no way on this good Earth I'm going to help someone else with that." He shook his head in anger as he continued to mumble. His mumblings turned into worry and fear as he thought more about what he had done.

"I just declined to help some very dangerous people. Once they find out that I've reported this to the police, they could come after me." His eyes darted from side to side in fear. What do I do?

He then thought about the police's reactions when he told them his story and relaxed a bit. "They didn't believe me. Most likely they didn't even file the report. Just some made up story of a fifteen year old to get attention," he mimicked the older officers. "I should be fine."

The boy's shoulders then slumped. "But what if it's not? What if-"

"Dashi!" a younger boy ran into the garage.

"Hiro," Tadashi said in surprise as his younger brother ran into his arms in fright. "What's wrong?"

"Those nightmares aren't going away," he cried into his older brother's shirt. "Make them go away."

"Have you tried thinking of something nice as you fall asleep?"

"Yes!" Hiro fisted Tadashi's shirt even tighter. "They end up becoming terrifying! Make it stop!"

Tadashi picked up his brother and held him tightly. He wished his parents were here to help. They'd know what to do. Even Aunt Cass but she was out working late at the café for poetry night. Tadashi resolved to just hold and rock Hiro as he began to calm down.

Tadashi's mind wandered to his first fears about the people defied. If they did come after me, Hiro would be alone. Aunt Cass would have to raise him by herself and try to keep the store afloat. I can't be taken from them. We've lost so much already. But what can I do? I'm just one person. I can't always be around to protect Hiro.

"Hey," Tadashi, pulled Hiro away from him and looked him in the eye. "Why don't you stay here tonight? I'm going to be here all night and could use the company."

Hiro's face lit up and he smiled a crooked smile as his glassy eyes shone brightly. "Really?"

"Yeah," Tadashi smiled. "You can probably help me. Why don't you draw some of your ideas? That usually calms you down. I might even build some."

"Alright Dashi!" Hiro jumped down off his brother's lap. He ran to the nearest desk and began to doodle on several pieces of paper.

Tadashi watched his brother's excitement for a few minutes. He knew he'd have to protect his brother from what was coming. If what she said is going to happen is true, I have to do something to protect my family. No one's going to listen to a teenager.

Tadashi then turned and began to draw up some designs of something that could always be around to protect Hiro and Aunt Cass. However, whatever he came up with, just felt wrong. It was too cold, too scary, too….something! Nothing he came up with settled right with him.

Decided to take a break and see how Hiro was doing. He turned around to find that Hiro had fallen into an uneasy sleep. Tadashi smiled as he went to pick him up and carry him over to the couch in the garage. He tucked him in and turned on some soft, relaxing Japanese music.

Tadashi then walked over to the desk Hiro sat at and began to collect his drawings. He was quite impressed by all of them. He'll make a great robotics engineer someday. He'll be a genius! He picked up the last one to add to the pile but stopped. He looked at it closely. It wasn't some design, it was a drawing of one of Hiro's robot friends.

An idea sparked inside Tadashi's mind. Hiro's friend was perfect. He looked gentle enough yet big enough to be useful if needed. He kissed the drawing of the balloon like robot and jumped in excitement. If what that woman said is true, I need someth-someone to help the people of the world.

His mind worked faster than before. Creating and scratching out ideas. In less than a minute, a basic idea for programing was approved and he smiled excitedly down at the drawing.

"You are going to not only help my family but hundreds of others out there…Baymax."

For anyone who is confused of ages right now for this chapter here they are:

Kristoff- 17

Anna- 16

Tadashi- 15

Hiro- 10