A/N: I hoped you guys enjoyed the last chapter! I honestly feel this chapter is better, mostly because I'm awful at writing action. Please R&R! ~ DragonWasser

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Chapter Two

Wilbur's POV

'...Let's all give a hand to Dr. Martin Lebur on his groundbreaking work on teleportation technologies! Next, we have...'

Wilbur gave a few small claps among the loud applause from the audience before his brain shut down. All the speeches tonight had, so far, been about various complicated topics which he couldn't believe actually interested anyone. From the little he actually heard in the last speech, he gathered that it was about teleportation, albeit explained in an incredibly boring way: something about 'inertial frames of reference', blah blah blah, 'principle of superposition', blah blah blah, and...

Well, that was all he heard, and he definitely did not want to hear any more of it.

In fact, Wilbur would have skipped the entire gala if he could, but his parents wouldn't take any of his excuses. Wilbur had briefly toyed with the idea of going back in time to convince Lewis instead, but apparently his dad had read his mind, because the time machines were all shut down until the gala.

How Lewis ever grew into his dad, Wilbur would never understand.

The previous talk seemed to be over, since everyone was applauding again. His mother was also glaring at him, so he immediately joined in.

'We invite our next speaker, telling us about the latest products in nanotechnology, CEO of Krei Tech...'

Was it too early for a toilet break? There'd been 10 speakers so far, who spoke for around an eternity each, so yeah.

'Mom, I really need to go to the toilet.'

His mother glanced at the watch. 'It's only been twenty minutes!'

'Yeah... but it's really urgent. Like, emergency-level urgent...'

That was bad, even for him.

Luckily, although his mother narrowed her eyes, she motioned for him to leave.

Wilbur gave a sigh of relief as he slipped between the gala tables to the hallway outside. He'd nearly thought he would be stuck there for another hour... or 'twenty minutes'. Einstein once said time was relative, right?

Alright... he had maybe ten minutes of hanging about out here. Luckily he knew the Robinson Industries building pretty well... well enough to know about the Chargeball room just around the corner. And the entry codes.

He ran around the corner, giving a quick glance back to make sure security didn't see him, and suddenly bumped into something hard, sending him falling on his back.

Groaning, he sat up a little. OK, make that 'someone' he'd bumped into.

'Sorry,' the other person - a boy - mumbled, sitting up quickly. 'You okay?'

'Yeah, sorry, i wasn't looking where I was going,' Wilbur replied, rubbing his cheek. He noticed a bunch of scattered yellow Post-it notes around them, which the kid was starting to pick up. Must've flew out of his hands when they crashed into each other. Wilbur picked up the few around him, written in a semi-messy scrawl, and handed it back to the boy.

'Thanks,' the boy said, half-crumpling the notes in his hand. He looked Asian, with messy black hair that stuck out at various angles, held back by some sort of metallic, futuristic-looking headband. And almost the same age as Wilbur - just a little shorter than him. Before Wilbur could say anything, the boy rushed off, clearly in a hurry.

Oh, well... Wilbur glanced at a clock nearby. Looked like he had seven minutes left, which, of course, meant he was similarly sprinting toward the Chargeball room, the encounter with the boy pushed to some corner of his brain.

'Seems like you took your time,' his mom said, raising an eyebrow, when Wilbur got back to their table.

Wilbur's Chargeball game had lasted a little longer than he expected - he'd tried to beat his last highscore, which had been harder than he expected, and ended up taking an extra ten minutes. Of course, he couldn't explain all this, so he just put on an (he hoped) innocent smile, nodded a little, and sat back down. His mother was still looking at him with suspicion, making him sweat a little. She was almost about to say something when the crowd burst again into applause (Wilbur wondered how they had managed to clap so much in one evening), and his mother gave him a look that said 'we'll talk about this later' before turning around and joining in the applause. Wilbur breathed a sigh of relief, tampered slightly by his dread of the next few presentations. He hoped the food would come soon, so at least he'd had something else to focus on.

'Now, we invite our next speaker, Mr. Hiro Hamada, from the San Fransokyo Institute of Technology, to give his presentation on microbots.'

The table to the left of his family erupted into cheers and whistles, from a group of young-looking scientists clad in white lab coats, along with a guy in a weird three-eyed monster suit that Wilbur guessed was some mascot. Wilbur guessed they were probably from the school. He clapped a little with them, then turned his attention back to the stage.

'Hi, my name is Hiro Hamada.'

Wilbur stared a little, stunned. It was definitely the same kid from just now, unless he'd planned to demonstrate cloning, but Wilbur distinctly remembered the announcer mentioning 'microbots'.

'I've made something that I think's pretty cool,' Hiro continued, mostly confident, though there was a slight quaver in his voice. He turned a little, then, almost as an afterthought, turned back, 'I hope you like it!'

Something tiny whizzed into Hiro's hand, which Wilbur couldn't quite make out.

'This,' Hiro said, a little pride seeping into his voice, 'is a microbot.'

A/N: I'm planning to model Hiro's speech after the actual one he makes in the movie, only that I think that this time round he's a lot more confident because he's been in SFIT for some time, and has probably given more presentations. However, please note that I don't watch the Big Hero 6 series, so information about Hiro and his friends is based solely on the movie. That also goes for all the others - I only take information from the movie(s).

This part takes place in July 2037, assuming Lewis' trip to the future is around March. Wilbur and Hiro are still 13 and 14 respectively.