Hey! These one shots have been sitting in my docs for a little while so I thought I'd post them. This is part one of the first one shot. It's kind of a cliffhanger…don't hate me. 😁 Please read and review! Check out my story Miracles for BH6.

—BH6ORBUST

Soul

This is crazy, impossible, and impossibly crazy, but I'm going to do it anyway.

Baymax is almost finished. I'm programming the last of his personality chip, and then he'll be done. Just testing left, and then…

I can show him to Hiro.

I think I've developed a procedure that can give Baymax a real human personality. I know countless roboticists have manufactured personalities for their robots, but none of them have ever been anything more than code on a chip. This should impart some of my personality into Baymax.

I get Honey Lemon to help me test it out, mostly so she can call an ambulance if it goes horribly wrong and I pass out or something. We meet in my lab after school is over, and I hang on the door a sign that says DANGER—EXPERIMENT IN PROGRESS—KEEP OUT.

Hopefully no one will disturb us.

"Okay, Honey," I say. "I'm going to start the process, and I really just need you to hold on to me so you can tell if my pulse stops, okay?"

She nods, smiling. "And you also just want me to hold your hand, right?"

I blush.

"That's a yes."

I turn to my computer without answering her and plug in Baymax's chip, then place the neural transmitter on my head.

"Ready?" I ask Honey.

She nods and holds out her hands. I type in the command to begin and intertwine my fingers with Honey's.

As the process starts, a low hum fills my ears—probably just my tech booting up. So far so good.

I watch the code write itself on the screen, analyzing my brain readings and translating them into something technologically understandable. It's like putting my literal heart and soul into this project.

The process is almost done. One minute.

Thirty seconds.

Ten seconds.

The string of characters across the screen disappears, blaring the word ERROR instead. I feel a sharp pain in my head and the world goes dark.

When I wake up, Professor Callaghan is leaning over me, repeating my name and asking if I'm okay. My head hurts.

Professor Callaghan extends a hand toward me. I take it and get to my feet, rubbing my head. I wonder if it was the process or the structure of the neural transmitter that messed up my head.

Honey Lemon is still on the floor of the lab, motionless. It must have been electrocution—the wires sparked and I conducted the electricity to her. It at least doesn't look too bad, though.

I kneel down and gently shake Honey's shoulder. "Honey?"

Nothing happens.

"Honey?" I whisper. "Honey, wake up."

Her eyelids flutter, but she still doesn't move.

I sigh, knowing this will be effective but wishing I didn't have to do it in front of Professor Callaghan. I lean down and kiss Honey on the cheek.

Honey's eyes open immediately, and I draw back, my cheeks flaming. Callaghan laughs good-naturedly as I pull Honey to her feet.

"I trust you're not going to distract each other from work?" he asks, his eyes twinkling. Both of us blush and Honey takes my hand.

"What time is it?" I ask Callaghan with a faked yawn, trying to stem the awkwardness.

He smiles. "Nearly ten."

I smack my forehead. "Crap. I gotta get home. Aunt Cass probably has the police out looking for me…see you."

I nod at Professor Callaghan and, before I can think twice about it, kiss Honey Lemon on the cheek. I dart out of the room without looking at either of them, still blushing furiously.

Two days later, I finish fixing the neural transmitter. I think it's ready. We won't know until we test it, of course. But hopefully it won't almost kill us this time.

"All right, Honey," I say as we hook up the machine. "You have 911 ready for when I pass out?"

She holds up her phone with the numbers already typed into the dial pad. "Way ahead of you."

"Here goes, then." I place the neural transmitter on my head and wait.

The humming sound fills my ears again, and the code starts appearing on the screen. A bar pops into existence below it, slowly filling up as the code writes itself. 24 percent complete. 59 percent complete.

83 percent complete.

99 percent complete.

I brace myself to pass out.

"You did it!" Honey says as she removes the neural transmitter from my head. "It worked, Tadashi, it worked!"

She hugs me, almost knocking me over in the process. I awkwardly hug her back. I'm not good at stuff like this.

I put the chip in Baymax's access port, step back, and say cautiously, "Ow?"

His eyes blink open, and he waves. "Hello. I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion. Hello, Tadashi."

"It worked," I breathe. "It worked!"

On impulse, I throw my arms around Honey and kiss her, full on the lips. Halfway to her face, I almost pull back, but she grabs my face and crushes her mouth against mine.

I close my eyes with a mixture of shock, relief, and excitement. Honey is kissing me. Honey is kissing me.

Honey. Is. Kissing. Me.

I'm so happy I want to die.

"I take it it worked, then?"

Both of us gasp and break apart to see Professor Callaghan in the doorway, grinning broadly. I feel heat rush to my cheeks.

"Yeah," I mumble sheepishly. "It works."

"Well done, Mr. Hamada. Miss Rivera." Callaghan adjusts the cuff of his sleeve. "I wish you best of luck on your end-of-term projects."

As soon as he leaves, Honey reaches into her bag and pulls out a paper.

"What's that?" I ask.

She holds it up. "My end-of-term project."

The paper is titled Chemical Metal Embrittlement: by Evangeline Rivera in fancy script. The rest of the paper is blank.

I sigh, leaning my head playfully on her shoulder. "Honey, end of term is next week."

"I know," she says shyly.

Another crazy idea strikes me, and it's out of my mouth before I can think. "I could...help you."

She stares at me.

"I mean, I wouldn't be much help with the content," I say, "but I could write you an outline or something. I'm good at organizing papers."

Honey hugs me, whispers a thank you, and gives me a peck on the cheek before leaving.

I stand there with my hand on my face for several minutes until I realize I have to get home.

I wake up to a massive boom. I sit up so fast that I bang my head on the windowsill.

A chill runs down my spine as I realize two things: one, that the explosion came from the garage, two, that Hiro's bed is empty.

Oh no.

I scramble up and rush downstairs. It's my fault. I shouldn't have told him about the process. I shouldn't have brought the machine home. I shouldn't have gone to sleep before making Hiro swear he wouldn't use it.

I trip over something as soon as I enter the lab. I glance down to see Hiro's megabot.

The garage is a mess. I sift through the wreckage until I uncover Hiro, unconscious and pale, my neural transmitter askew on top of his head.

I pull the transmitter off his head and feel at his throat, searching for a pulse. I feel a beat beneath the skin, but it's faint and irregular. Whatever is wrong with him, he is not okay.

Hiro's chin is gushing blood, but other than that, he seems okay, if beat up. But I'm more worried about his psychological condition. That machine was set to my height and weight, and even so, it was only supposed to transfer a little bit of my soul into Baymax. The toll it could take on Hiro…

I try not to think about that, instead pulling out my phone and dialing Honey Lemon. Please pick up…please pick up…please…

It goes to voicemail. I call back, whispering under my breath. "Come on, Honey, come on…please…"

She picks up. "Tadashi?"

"Honey!" My shoulders sag with relief. "Oh my gosh. I need you in my garage. Right now."

"On my way," she says, and I hear the unmistakable clack of her high heels on the floor, "but what happened? You sound…scared."

"There's been an accident," I gasp. "It's—it's Hiro."

She stays silent for a moment, then asks, "Is he hurt?"

"Not bad, but…he doesn't look good."

"Did you call an ambulance?"

"…No?"

She slams something down—maybe her hand. "Tadashi! You called me before the ambulance?"

"…Yes?"

"Does he need one?"

"…Probably?"

"Stop saying everything in exactly the same tone!"

"Okay! Okay!" I fight to keep the questioning inflection out of my voice. "I'll call an ambulance, okay?"

She sighs. "I'm sorry, Dashi. I just—my—end of term—I'll be right there. I'll call the ambulance. Just…just keep Hiro safe."

She hangs up before I can respond.

I pull Hiro out of the wreckage and try to stem the flow of blood from his face. That's going to need stitches.

Honey arrives with the ambulance a few minutes later and rushes into the garage to find me cradling Hiro's pale, limp body. A pair of EMTs follows her and tears my brother out of my arms, rushing him to the ambulance. Another paramedic kneels next to me, telling me I'm probably in shock and to just keep breathing and everything will be okay.

I can't look at Hiro. He just looks so tiny in the ambulance, so pale and motionless, barely breathing. I'm scared for him, and every glance at his blood-drained face doubles that fear.

At the hospital, the doctors run so many tests on Hiro that I lose track of time. Honey Lemon sits next to me in the waiting room, squeezing my hand while Hiro's small, scrawny form is run under countless different machines.

I gently pull away from Honey's grasp and put my head in my hands, my hope draining away. My baby brother is going to die, and there will be no one to blame but me.

The doctor walks up to me with a clipboard and a grave expression.

"We just got Hiro's test results back," he says seriously. "You should come with me."

Honey squeezes my hand as I stand and follow the doctor, my whole body shaking. He leads me into a dim room and motions for me to take a seat.

"Tadashi," he says gently. "I'm not sure how to tell you this, but…Hiro is in a medically induced coma. He has sustained extensive brain damage, mostly to his prefrontal cortex and temporal parietal junction."

"Which means what?" I ask softly.

The doctor sighs. "When he wakes up, he may have trouble with decision-making. He would be very reckless and impulsive, perhaps dangerously so. He would be unable to tell right from wrong." The doctor looks away, not meeting my eyes. "Truth be told, though, we're not expecting any of this to happen."

I straighten up. "You have a cure? You can fix him?"

He shakes his head. "No, Tadashi. I don't think Hiro is going to wake up at all."

I promise that's not the end! I'll post part two tomorrow!

Peace out