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Nailed it.

He grins as he looks over the map of the school until he finds the small dot.

Of course his Chibi-Chan was in the science lab.

Duh.

He wasn't sure why he even bothered to hack into the kid's GPS.

He just wanted to spend more time with him before he had to head back home to get some affairs in order.

He was sure Wasabi wouldn't mind running the school for a bit, the A.I. was doing most of the work anyway.

But he was going to have to look into quicker transportation or some other fix for this distance problem.

If nothing else, he totally got these kids' need to stick together, but he couldn't stay away from the school forever.

He whistles as he casually walks the campus, ignoring the looks from the other students of the school as he leaves his post to go 'kidnap' his hopefully soon to be son.

Son.

He snorts.

He and Lilo had always been on the same page with kids.

No fucking thank you. Babies were so not their thing.

Not to mention the karma.

Ugh. The karma.

He shivers.

Between him and Lilo, any genetic offspring of theirs was destined to be a nightmare.

But a teen genius?

He grins.

Oh yeah, he could throw himself behind that.

All the awesome. None of the diapers.

He chuckles.

This was going to be one hell of an experiment.

He was barely thirty and Lilo had just turned twenty-six.

If anything this was gonna be like having a dope little brother.

That, he could handle.

He weaves his way through the school with the ease of a student.

He couldn't wait to see Carlos's face when he asked him if he wanted to help him finish up the security system.

He loved that spark of excitement that lit up the boy's eyes.

It had been years since he'd met a kid of Carlos's caliber.

Making robots and computers out of literal trash, he snorts.

How fucked up was that?

It would've been a travesty if Chibi-chan's mind had wasted away on that shit hole.

How many kids, smart or just thirsty to learn, were still stuck there?

Fuck it pissed him off.

And he didn't see it going away any time soon.

The only thing stopping him from donning his and Baymax's suit was the fact doing so would bring utter chaos.

That and the fact he was one hundred percent sure it would end up traumatizing Chibi-chan, the rest of his pack, and the other kids of the Isle.

And as much as he hated it-

Loathed the very idea of the thing actually existing!

He knew that breaking the barrier would be devastating for everyone.

He hated the concept, but fuck if those assholes that had been initially sent over there-

He shakes his head.

He knew better than to get himself worked up.

Carlos was jumpy enough when he was in his typical mood, let alone if he got righteous all over again.

He frowns.

They'd have to work on that.

Carlos's fear.

And he couldn't think of a better way to do that than introduce him to their ohana.

The whos and whats that would soon be protecting him.

Stitch alone could take out whole cities if he wanted to, little chaotic shit.

And the damage the others could do.

And then there was getting the chance to introduce Carlos to his team.

The very thought made him grin.

Carlos and Wasabi were going to get along like peanut butter and chocolate.

Oh- Shit, he did grab the-

He pats his bag down, grinning when he hears a crinkle of plastic.

It never hurt to have a back-up plan.

And nothing motivated his Chibi-Chan quite like the salty-sweet amazingness of peanut butter cups.

He snorts.

He'd been so obsessed with cold hard cash at his age. And Carlos was already making it, legitimately no less, but still held candy above money.

He shakes his head.

Man, he already loved the kid.

The kid and his pack.

The whole bunch was fascinating.

He wasn't sure how Carlos survived the girls. Mal and Evie were definitely scary in their own right. And though he hadn't seen the darker part of Jay, he could only imagine his soon to be nephew had quite the scare factor.

He pauses.

He was going to be a dad and an uncle to teenagers soon.

Weird.

And the friends they'd made on the Isle? Though interesting, seemed like they also had the capacity to instill fear in their own right.

Interesting.

How the hell had Carlos handled the Isle?

Did he have a dark side too?

He narrows his eyes before he snorts.

Nah. No fucking way.

How a kid that sweet had managed to survive- He grins, must've had some badass as fuck friends.

A lot of them.

When he gets to the science lab he raises his brow.

Chemistry Lab. That's where Carlos was.

He wasn't sure why it surprised him, but seriously?

This kid. He shakes his head.

He'd dabbled in chemistry, but tech was so totally his bag.

He quietly slips into the room, unable to help his curiosity.

What was the kid up to in here?

He looks around, his brow furrowing.

Better question.

Where was he?

No fucking way the kid had forgotten his phone.

He was attached to that thing like he was attached to his Baymax.

He silently walks around the dark lab tables, his eyes sweeping the isles before he finally spots the boy.

He grins as he quietly slips to the top of the table closest to him, leaning back to watch the squirt bent over a microscope.

Donned in all the proper safety gear.

Focused as fuck.

Sitting on the ground with his back to the table.

His brow furrows when Carlos shivers before he looks around, "Not funny T- Fuck, I mean Roy-"

He waves when they make eye contact.

"Hiro?"

"I see you get snuck up on a lot." He grins.

The kid had killer instincts.

He'd barely been here for a minute, and yet the kid pulled himself out of a science-driven full-on focus.

He knew the state well and short of a bomb going off next to him-

Impressive.

Carlos grins back at him, flashing the dimple in his cheek before he rolls his eyes, "Like, all the time. T made it a game," He frowns as he sighs, "a very uncomfortable game."

He snorts, "Some game to get you that sharp."

"He always complained that I needed to be more aware of my surroundings, especially when reading and working."

"Good lesson." He pulls his leg up onto the table and swings around to prop his elbows on his knees, "He ain't wrong. It's a skill I should probably work on."

"Don't let T ever hear you say that man." Carlos shakes his head as he carefully stands up, "I swear, no one is ever ready for that."

"T sounds like an interestin' kid." He chuckles, "So, what'cha workin' on? Didn't picture you as the chem type."

"Oh-" Carlos frowns as he looks away, though he catches sight of a dark red blush coloring his ears, "I uh-"

"Not, ta say it's bad Chibi-Chan, just chem and tech don't usually mesh. Trust me, me an' Honey Lemon fight about it all the time."

"Honey Lemon?"

"She's a friend from college. She actually teaches at the school with me. All of my old school mates do. She's the advanced chem prof. Very bubbly. Very tall. Very enthusiastic. You'll probably meet her sooner rather than later. So, ya know, be prepared for loud and huggy. No respect for personal space, that one."

Carlos's eyes widen, "Oh, yeah thanks for the warning." He awkwardly rubs the back of his head.

He chuckles, "No prob. She's the only one like that though. The rest of us are pretty reserved. Oh, except Fred, but ya, he's uh. A great guy, just not on our level. He's been our mascot for years. Loves science though. Comes up with some wicked ideas- Not ya know, possible ones, at least with our current tech but, ya know-" He shrugs, "Always nice to have a fan of the art."

"It makes it even more fun when someone just likes it, even if they're not like, fully interested in it."

"Oh? Have a couple of Fred's on the Isle?" He can't help his surprise. He'd seriously doubted intelligence being respected over in a place of survival of the fittest.

"Well, maybe. T's super smart, but he didn't even get to go to school. He's the one who was always finding cool projects for us to work on. Like fixing cameras and the lip gloss, and making things flameproof. And Deez loved helping me with making stuff I needed, and loved asking questions, but she's way better at writing and art, like Lilo. She quit school after she burned the gym teacher though. Gil found it fascinating too, even though all the teachers told him he was too stupid to learn, so he got kicked out of school." Carlos shakes his head, "He just had a hard time with some letters though, once they figured that out he learned to read just fine."

He can't the way he bristles at the idea of kids not being given the opportunity to learn, especially willing ones.

What a shit heap.

The rest of it though? The rest of his friends, "Love to meet them someday, they sound like quite the group."

"Really? I'd love for you to meet them. We're the group that made swords together," Carlos's eyes drop back to the neatly arranged microscope and box of slides on the floor, "which is kind of what I was working on."

"Seriously?" He lifts a brow. "You've smithed too?" He asks, once again impressed. "That takes quite a bit of time to learn, and skill." He smirks. This kid was loaded with surprises.

Carlos shrugs, "Yensid had some books on it. T figured out a lot of the mechanics. I figured out the best metals. Deez was the forge, and Gil was our blacksmith," He grins, "He put on a lot of muscle swinging that hammer around. Like no one messed with him before that, but after-" He chuckles as he shakes his head.

Ah. "You really had quite the circle outside your pack."

That explained a lot of how this kid was able to make it so unscathed.

"Bookclub was the best." Carlos nods before he sighs, "I uh, I really miss them. They're great friends."

He frowns, "Don't worry Chibi-chan, I'm sure they'll be over here soon enough. I'd love to-" His brow furrows as his lip quirks into a smile, "Book club?"

Carlos grins up at him, "We were the ones from both gangs and the independents that loved to read. We weren't really s'posed to hang together- Hell, I was terrified of Gil before Deez and T introduced us. I probably would've actually run that day if T hadn't had a grip on my shirt. But he was way nicer than he'd ever come off, so, we like, made friends with each other pretty quick. But since we weren't s'posed to do that, cross gangs, and honestly Mal hated me hangin' with T too, but uh, besides the point. But because of that, we like, needed a code so no one would be interested enough to listen in or follow. So yeah, book club."

"Huh." He grins, "The more ya talk 'bout them, the more I wanna meet them. Sounds like ya'll were tight. And I can't picture you hangin' with idiots, so they've gotta be worth meetin'." He snorts, "Ballsy by the way, can't imagine your alpha bein' too thrilled with that- Unless she was in the know?" He seriously doubted it though.

Mal definitely seemed a bit paranoid. And hella protective of her gang. Gang being the keyword.

He'd dabbled in the streets enough to know that mixing gangs usually lead to shit shows.

And on the Isle? Probably bloodshed.

But Carlos seemed to have fond memories of the group so…

"She wasn't at first, but Jay knew. She just, kind of thought Jay was the blacksmith."

He snorts, "Jay, the MVP, was in on the whole Book club thing?" Not to say the kid wasn't smart, he just had a hard time seeing Jay caring about that type of thing.

Different people, different intelligences. He'd met plenty of intelligent people with no interest in the sciences. Or school in general.

"Better swords instead of the broken ones we found on the barges or stole from shops." Carlos shrugs, "He and Harry were excited."

"Wait, so there were four people helpin' who weren't in your gang?"

"Deez eventually was forced to join. But yeah. Gil and Harry are in Uma's gang." He frowns, "Uma knew what we were doing, but she never visited, just let us give Mal the first sword."

"Huh."

Now that was interesting...

He hadn't expected to hear that a gang leader could be so, accommodating.

This girl let two of her crew work with another gang, and let the other leader have first dibs on the blade?

That was pretty much unheard of even in the lesser gangs he'd been involved with. "Know her well?"

"Uma? Not really, mostly just what Deez and Gil said about her. Her gang kidnapped me a couple of times," Carlos shrugs as he crouches and starts collecting the equipment on the ground, "but they were never mean about it. The last time was a misunderstanding and they were actually super nice about it. Harry even took a beating to get me back to my pack."

His head tilts to the side.

Fuck if this shit wasn't more and more fascinating. "Why?"

"Why'd he take a beating?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, I uh, last thing I really remember was Senior showing up to Bookclub and taking Deez and Gil getting really angry because T told Deez he'd make sure nothing happened to us, but Gil didn't like that T was holding him back. I really don't know what would have happened if Gil actually went after the God. He punched T though." Carlos frowns.

He didn't miss Carlos's wince.

Must've been one hell of a punch.

"Gil ended up having to take me with him to the ship, because he didn't want to leave me alone on the beach while I was spazzing or something, so Harry had to break boundaries to let Mal know where I was, because of reputations and shit. Mal really hated it when the other gangs messed with me, so she kind of beat first and asked questions later."

Respect.

"Got it. Sounds like that was a day."

"It was a really bad day. By the time we got back to the hideout, we found out that Deez had been forced to join us." Carlos sighs, "She was, not okay."

He narrows his eyes, "That's a couple of times you mentioned that. That Deez was in your gang. Why didn't she come over with the four of you? That sounds hella shitty."

"Maleficent said we were summoned, just the four of us. And Deez, well, she's the one who wrote all the letters Ben has, but she only recently actually wrote about herself, so he had no idea she was part of, ya know, the pack. T was left behind too, still not really sure if he's joined and gotten Deez kicked out yet, a lot happened the day we got taken."

His eyes narrow, that was an unexpected twist. "T got, I thought you guys were all like, friends and shit."

"Well yeah, but you're not supposed to say shit like that on the Isle." Carlos shrugs as he stands and starts putting things away.

He smiles in another life this kid woulda made one hell of a boy scout.

"If you're not in the gang, you're only supposed to tolerate others, and put them in their place if they're out of line or territory. Deez and T were the only two VKs on the whole Isle that didn't want to be in a gang. Deez got away with it because, Demi-goddess and flames. T because he was like, a shadow. Can't really beat a shadow unless you're Mal."

He can't help his snicker.

Yeah, he could totally picture Mal beating the shit out of that kid.

He'd seen the way she'd wanted to wring his neck a few days ago.

Little psycho.

He smirks.

He liked her.

She kinda reminded him of his wifey.

"Hmm, doesn't explain why T would purposefully get her kicked from the pack though."

"Oh, because Deez missed Uma and the Rats, and Maleficent told her to obey Mal, or Evie would get banished." Carlos shakes his head, "Deez would never let anything happen to Evie though, so she didn't even fight it. She got real scary for a bit, I guess trying to be what Mal and Maleficent wanted her to be, but she wrote me a letter to apologize." One hand bunches up in his lab coat, "It's been nice to have it."

"I bet," He grins wistfully, he knew that feeling.

He still held on to the original Baymax's chip like a lifeline.

It would never replace Tadashi, but at least he always had a part of him.

Hopefully, when the little fire goddess joined this side of the barrier, she'd write a book about this shit.

This shit was just fucking interesting to hear, even if it left him wanting to kill every person that ever hurt these kids.

"So, how did T manage that? If the queen evil herself decreed that she join?" He wasn't going to lie, this shit had him on the edge of the table.

How the fuck did a teen manage to have the big MOE redact a deal that good?

"You don't make sad faces when I talk about this like the others do. Well, David doesn't either, but he's like, trained to deal with things like that."

"I've seen shit. Not like at your age. And I've definitely never like, lived it. But, yeah. Consider shit seen."

"Oh. Well, I'm sorry you've seen shit, but it does make it a lot easier to talk when you don't look sad." Carlos grins as he pulls himself up to sit on a stool at the lab table he was on.

This fucking kid.

So fucking cute.

So fucking adorable.

Whoever the fuck could anyone think these kids were fucking evil must be some blind, ignorant assholes.

He can't resist as he reaches over and ruffles his hair. "Of course, Chibi-chan."

"I never got the whole story from Jay and Mal, but I think T made a deal with Maleficent to spy on Shan Yu and a few other OVs, and if he proved he was more valuable she'd let Deez out of the deal. But it doesn't really make sense, because why would Maleficent care about someone wanting to free someone else?"

Why indeed.

He narrows his eyes as several theories come to mind, but he didn't have nearly enough pieces for anything concrete.

But damn if he wasn't salivating to know the rest of this bizarre shit.

"I think Mal and Jay were just telling themselves that Deez wasn't in the gang anymore to make themselves feel better though, because we had to leave without even getting to tell her what was happening. And then come to find out Maleficent was hunting for her anyway." He shakes his head, "I'm surprised she managed to stay off her radar. And glad to hear she trusted Yensid again."

He turns in the direction of the barrier and glares.

The fuck was wrong with the fucking villains.

Who the fuck used kids as fodder.

He turns back to Carlos, "That's the old as fuck wizard that volunteered for that shit show right?"

He hated magic. He really did. But he had mad respect for anyone willing to give up that much of themselves on the behalf of kids they didn't even know.

It took some real fucking balls to walk into that mess blind.

"Yeah. He's my favorite teacher. He's the one who kept teaching Deez even after she dropped outta school, and always let us borrow books-" His eyes widen, "Oh shit, I had so many books in my room that are his!"

His eyes widen before he drops a hand to Carlos's head, "Breath Chibi-chan, I'm sure the guy understands."

Carlos takes a deep breath as he nods, "Yeah, I mean, I hope so. Cause the room is probably back to being used as mother's extended fur closet again. Those poor books." He frowns.

He chuckles, as he ruffles his head again. "I'm sure you can repay him when he comes over with the rest of you Isle brats."

"Yeah?" Carlos tilts his head to the side.

"For sure." He nods with confidence.

"I think I remember what books I had out, maybe I can try to find them and replace them. Let's see, I had a thermodynamics textbook, um-

He waves his hand, "Outdated. We'll definitely have to get him a new one of those. And you one too."

Carlos frowns, "I barely could get some of the equations in the back to make sense, and it's outdated?"

"Science is constantly progressing. And if you ever want to dive in, I'd be more than happy to help."

"Yes please." Carlos nods as he pulls his phone out of his pocket, "I'm apparently very behind."

He chuckles, "Or ahead." He pats his head. "Doubt any of your classmates would even crack that book open, let alone figure out the equations."

"It's different when you've had access your whole life." Carlos shrugs as he thumbs at his phone while leaning closer.

He lifts his brow before he experimentally scratches Carlos's head, smiling when he leans into it further.

The kid liked touch.

That was definitely unexpected.

Nice.

Good to know.

But unexpected.

"I'm going to have to spend more time studying, oh well, guess I don't have time for Tourney anymore." Carlos rolls his eyes, "Sorry Jay."

"What a shame." He deadpans.

Kid didn't sound sorry. Like in the slightest. "Shouldn't be playin' that anyways."

"Right! Even if Jay does call me the brain, I am small, and not good for being a shield. I assisted in a goal once, I can legit retire right?"

He snorts. "I mean, I don't see why not."

"And that's what makes you the best adopter." He sighs in relief. "Jay can't fight you."

"I know right?" He grins. "You're stuck with ROAR though."

"I don't mind ROAR, it reminds me of the sword sparring we did on the Isle to practice." Carlos grins up at him, "I'll never admit it to Jay, but I miss it."

"Secret's safe with me."

Honestly, besides the people, he was shocked Carlos would miss anything about that shit heap. "But speakin' of secrets, I actually had a favor to ask."

"What's up?"

"Was hopin' ya could help me finish up the install for the new security system."

Carlos's jaw drops as he blinks up at him, "For serious? I can help you?"

"For serious." He nods.

Carlos rips the lab coat off and tosses it over the table, "Let's go!" He shouts as he feels his hand grabbed.

He chuckles as he slides off the table, "So pushy," He grins.

"Want to work with you." Carlos tugs as he all but races them towards the door, "Go now please."

He chuckles, "Alright, alright. Let's get crackin' then."

God, he already loved this kid.

Heya!

So that was knowledge!

God, I fucking adore Hiro, and writing him? Fuck yes! More please.

Not that writing the other characters aren't fun but... Man, it's so much easier for me to write ISTPs.

And Dark's Carlos? Just perfection.

Anyways, enough with the self-stroking.

I know there were a lot of recaps in this chapter, but book one happened forever ago and Hiro just seemed like the type of person that would live to know this type of shit, especially from his Chibi-Chan.

Did any of you get hit with the nostalgia?

We wear the Mask circa... Sometime before the world went to, well, shittier.

Right!

I'm supposed to be asking questions...

Uh...

What did you think of Hiro bribing C with, lets just call them what they are in these questions, Reeses?

Oh!

And what do you guys think of their growing relationship?

I know a lot of you enjoy the pairing (You can use that non-romantically. Shut up. Fight me.) are you guys still fans? Or what...?

Also, what do you guys think about C continuing his pursuits in Chem? To me science is science, but Hiro and the others from BH6 all seemed to stick to their own subjects?

Let us know what you think!

Much love and appreciation

-Twisted