Disclaimer: I do not own Big Hero 6. You'd think that after reading the first two disclaimers that it would start to set in, but apparently not.

Chapter 3 – Record

"OK. I'll be here at the cafe. Later." Hiro hung up his phone and resumed his typing on his laptop.

"Why was Wasabi requesting the infrastructure of Fish Town?"

"He's following a lead on something involving Momakase."

"Is Momakase not incarcerated?"

"She is," Hiro said, "But Wasabi's just tying up loose ends."

Baymax turned his head both left and right. "I do not see any object that has an end that is loose."

"It's...a figure of speech. Don't worry about it."

Hiro walked across the room to his robot, holding a bright yellow chip. "Alright, Baymax, this chip should be able to recover some of the memory you lost when you had that chip inside you. Your visual receptors were still functional when that chip was in you, so hopefully that data is still intact." He popped open Baymax's chip holder and inserted it inside. "Now, let's give it a minute and see what happens."

He opened up Baymax's video player and started the playback. Static interference was starting to build up on the screen. "Yeah, the last clear picture I have is when you went under Obake's control in my room. If we find out anything from this video, we may be able to find out what happened to him."

"I have reservations about this."

"Baymax, I'm just looking at the video. Nothing's going to happen."

"Well, I can't have you running off, but I thought a chat might be nice."

Hiro stopped, puzzled. "Wait a minute. When...when was this?"

"He had temporarily released me from my controlled state. As Noodle Burger Boy was on the floor, I can surmise that he had deactivated him shortly prior to this conversation."

"Why is his head glowing?"

"My diagnosis was a growth in his temporoparietal lobe, located between-"

"Yeah, I know where that is, Baymax," Hiro interrupted. "I can see you scanned him. Did he know about it?"

"Correct."

"And he did...nothing about it?"

"I am unable to come to that conclusion because I was not present during his accident."

Hiro, now with a sense of dread, continued the feed. After Baymax's diagnosis, not much of note happened. He did have to say it was very weird watching himself from the viewpoint of his nemesis. Unfortunately, he had to relive the event of neutralizing the star explosion all over again.

The screen shook and as debris started to fall in the base, Hiro could see Obake wildly look around, the left side of his face permanently glowing. "My new city. My dream." He reached for Baymax's chip port, undoubtedly removing his interface from him. "Go to him. Tell him...I still think we would have done great things together."

Hiro unconsciously reached for his phone, dialing the first person he came across. It rang twice, and the other person picked up. Before they could even get a word in, he cut her off.

"Honey Lemon, I need you to get everyone to the cafe immediately," he said, his voice shaking. He hung up the phone and set it down on the table.

"Hiro, your heartbeat is erratic, and your temperature is rising. My diagnosis is that you are flustered."

"Play the rest of it, Baymax."

"Will it result in a positive experience?"

Hiro said nothing, as he looked up at the robot. Baymax stooped for only a moment, and then pressed the play button himself. The genius saw Baymax in the video turn toward the exit and then back at Obake, who had taken residence in the chair in front of the monitors, his back to him.

"I am a personal healthcare companion. I cannot leave until you say you are satisfied with your care."

Hiro leaned forward as his nemesis said his final words.

"I am satisfied..."

"With my care."

Hiro hit the stop button on the recording. It was so quiet inside the garage that you could hear a pin drop.

His summoned friends had varying looks of shock on their faces. Honey Lemon has both of her hands over her mouth. Wasabi, fresh off his quest to find Momokase's blades, was gripping the blade roll so tightly his knuckles were turning white. Fred and Go Go could only stare with widened eyes.

"OK, someone's going to have to explain all of this to me."

And there was Fred to break the silence.

"OW!"

And there was Wasabi to hit him in the arm.

"So...he was dying?" asked Honey Lemon.

"I can't say for sure," Hiro replied. "But according to Baymax's heat scan, there was definitely something bad there."

"All of that stuff he was handling probably wouldn't have helped either," Go Go whispered. "I've read studies about electromagnetic stimulation and the brain. If he had implanted something after that accident Granville talked about...it would've done the trick too."

"So what exactly are we going to do with this?" Wasabi chimed in.

"We have to tell-"

"No."

Honey Lemon was aghast. "Hiro, Granville-"

"Granville will never know about this. No one will know about this other than us." Hiro closed the video player and turned to his friends for the first time. "This does not leave this group."

"Don't you think she would want to know what happened?"

"To be honest, I don't really care what she thinks at this point."

"Well, that settles it!" Fred exclaimed. "Out of sight, out of mind! I am famished! You guys wanna come with me to Noodle Burger? My treat."

"Umm...yeah, sure." Wasabi glanced over at Hiro. "You wanna come, Hiro?"

"I'm fine. I'm going to stay in tonight."

"Call us in case you change your mind," Honey Lemon added as she walked off, the rest of the group behind her.

Now alone, the boy genius turned back to Baymax, who had stayed silent in the exchange, but for good reason: he was making a backup of the video, and all audio receptors were disabled until the process was finished.

"You could have just deleted it."

Hiro sighed. "You know, I wish at least one of my friends would actually not sneak up on me."

"You could have deleted it and none of us would have been the wiser." Apparently Go Go had no interest in his anecdote. "Why did you show it to us?"

He did not respond immediately. The footsteps from Go Go became louder as she walked up to him.

"I get it. You just saw your worst enemy go down in a blaze of glory. And he may have had something that may have impaired his judgment. So what? Does that change anything?"

Hiro got up from his chair and attempted to walk over to his printer. Go Go blocked his progress.

"Move out of my way."

"Not until you answer me. Does this change anything?" She spread her arms out wide. "He was going to destroy the city. He was going to wipe out everyone. I don't care what he had in his head. And you shouldn't either." She grabbed his shoulder. "We did what he had to do. You did what you had to do."

"Then how come I don't feel good about it?"

"Do you feel sorry for him?"

That was not a question he was expecting. "If we had known about it..."

"Then what?" Go Go retorted. "We all would've walked off into the sunset happy?"

Hiro looked at the ground. "I...don't know."

"...You're going to make me do it, aren't you?"

"Do what?"

The next thing he saw was the white of her shirt as she pulled him into a hug. She awkwardly patted the top of his head, mimicking Baymax's most common stress-relieving technique.

"Speak of this to anyone, and I'll murder you myself."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Heh." Go Go pulled him away with one last pat. "Now c'mon. Everyone's waiting."

"Give me one sec." Hiro pointed over to Baymax. "I need to finish this up real quick."

"Well, hurry up. You know how Fred is with his Noodle Burger."

Hiro walked over to his robot as Go Go made her way back to the car. Luckily, the backup was complete and he was awake from his sleep mode.

"Baymax, I'm heading out with everyone. Here is the thumb drive with the data, OK?" He put the drive into his hand. "Put that up in my room when you go upstairs. I'll see you tonight."

"Have a good time."

As Hiro made his exit, Baymax looked down at the drive in his hand. After a moment, a circle of light wrapped around the device. His eyes started to glow as the data began to calculate. He reached over to a stray drive on the desk and held it in his other hand.

"Replicating data..."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Note to self: Don't watch the Overwatch World Cup while trying to write fanfiction. You tend to get distracted a lot.

Again, this fic was suppose to end differently, but due to time and writing constraints, I had to cut this short. That drive will come back into play later.

Is the title the verb or the noun? ...Yes.

My original intention was to update twice a week, but that's clearly not going to happen, so it'll stay once a week. Speaking of next week, we'll focus on someone that hasn't had much attention so far.

Read and review, if you like. Until next time.