Disclaimer: Big Hero 6 The Series is owned by Disney Animation. Please consult your own personal healthcare companion before reading this story.

Chapter 6 – Recommend

Enclosed, you will find my list of recommended team members for this endeavor. As this case is time-sensitive, I would appreciate a response in a prompt fashion. If you have any questions, I will be available on campus for the entirety of this week.

Best wishes,

Grace Granville

Professor Granville rubbed her eyes as she finished up the e-mail. It was another late night at SFIT, and she was busy wrapping up a few things before heading out. Thankfully, she didn't have to rush the late stragglers out of the building, because they had left previously.

She was hoping Hiro and his fellow classmates would perhaps take some free time away from the campus since the semester was over, but no such luck. Oh well. The pursuit of knowledge didn't seem to stop in the off-season.

Granville turned her chair to look out her window at the skyline. As crazy as things had gotten over the past few weeks, it was nice to have an evening with no break-ins, killer robots, or a giant star threatening to engulf the entire city.

Speaking of which…

She could barely make out the trail of the robot's thrusters as the red armored robot flew over the school. It seemed like such a long time ago when she found out her students were the superhero team known as Big Hero 6. And even when she made the decision to keep their secret, when her former student attacked the school for the third time, that knowledge had to be relinquished.

Now they were all on the same page, and their relationship had returned to teacher and student. But if things went according to a certain kid genius' plan, perhaps-

The sounds of fabric started to come from her office door. Maybe that was for the best; her recollections were getting long-winded and the e-mail was done anyway. "Come in."

The door opened slightly, an oblong robot head with two black eyes appearing around the corner. "Hello."

Granville recoiled back, a little surprised. "Baymax. What are you doing here? And where is Mr. Hamada? I was under the impression that he had left for the day."

"Hiro is currently on a blimp...with Karmi."

She narrowed her eyes. "That...wouldn't be the first place I would have picked, but who am I to argue?" She closed her laptop as Baymax attempted to come into the office. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"I require entry into your quarters; however, it appears that I am too large to fit in your doorway," Baymax said. "I will deflate."

Granville sighed, pulling a remote from her desk. "That won't be necessary." She pressed the button on top, and the doorway began moving slightly outward, making room for the over-sized robot.

"I was not aware that the doorway to your office was able to change its size."

"After everything that's happened on campus over the past semester, I've had to make a few...accommodations. Surely, you understand." She put the remote away, turning her attention back to him. "In any case, what is your business?"

"I am here to give you something."

"At whose behest?"

Having finally come through the door, Baymax made his way to her desk. "At mine."

Granville paused as Baymax held out his hand, palm facing up. A circle started glowing in it, a small thumb drive coming up through the newly formed hole. "I'm afraid I don't understand, Baymax. What is this?"

"This is some of the information that Hiro and I managed to recover from my encounter with Aken-comma-Bob."

She froze. She was not expecting this. "Why are you giving me this? Should this not go to-"

"According to current medical records, Mr. Aken had no living relatives," Baymax raised a finger in response. "As for the police, no one else is aware of the fact that Obake and Aken-comma-Bob are the same person. As a health care companion, it is imperative to pass all relevant information to the next of kin."

Granville raised an eyebrow at the robot. "And you believed me to be that person?"

Baymax gently set the drive onto her desk. "As his former professor, and the current head of the school, I believe that it would be only appropriate for you to have this. I believe Hiro also made a promise to keep you informed with our search."

"He did. But why is he not here? Why have you come in his place?"

The robot said nothing, simply nodding to the drive. Granville took it into her hand and inserted it into her computer. "There's not really much on here."

"That is true. It is not much, but it is pertinent."

She clicked the only media link in the folder. She opened it up on her computer...and waited.

And watched.

For the next few minutes, nothing else could be heard in the office except for the video being played. Baymax stared, not blinking, at Granville, who was undoubtedly paying very close attention to the past conversation between the robot and Obake.

She finished the video and closed her computer. Baymax saw she was shaking her head, her eyes starting to glisten.

"Tissue?"

Granville took the auto-dispensed tissue from his hand, wiping her eyes. "He was a very gifted student," she whispered. "Miles ahead of everyone else in his class."

"Agreed," Baymax replied. "He and Hiro have very similar brain structure and activity."

She tapped her desk, lost in thought. Baymax stood silent, not wanting to disturb her.

"Baymax."

"Professor?"

Granville got up from her chair, turning to look out the window again. "May I ask you a medical question?"

"I shall try my best."

"Do you believe whatever you scanned inside his brain...truly had an effect on his actions?"

The room was silent as Baymax pondered the possibilities. She wasn't sure which answer she wanted, but was eager to hear what the robot had to say.

"It is almost impossible to conclude whether his disability had an affect on his actions, past or present. If I had a proper bio-scan and access to past medical records, I could come to a different conclusion."

"What do you think?"

Baymax cocked his head. "I am...sorry?"

"I am asking for your opinion on the matter. No records. No procedures. What is your personal opinion about the situation?"

He blinked once. "That is an interesting question. I was built as a personal healthcare companion. My opinions normally follow the recommendations built into my code. I have never had a patient ask for a personal opinion."

"But as a healthcare unit, surely those procedures built into you by Tadashi are partially based off of opinion?" Granville retorted. "Doctors. Physicians. Since you are one, regardless of the fact that you are not human, you are also entitled to one as well."

"...I had not thought about that circumstance before. Allow me to calculate for just a moment."

Baymax's eyes started glowing multiple colors as Granville returned to her chair. She wasn't sure which way the outcome was going to be. One of them was going to make her feel better. The other would not.

"I am finished."

She hadn't even noticed him return to normal. "And?" she asked, almost pleadingly.

"Without any prior records, and with the limited exposure that I had, it is impossible for me to tell whether his condition had an effect on his behavior."

"That's...what you said before."

"However," Baymax continued, "If I have learned anything from being around Hiro and my friends, it is that eventually a person must take responsibility for their actions. You have taken responsibility for your student's accident. At some point in time, Aken-comma-Bob would need to do the same. He did not." Baymax brought up a finger again. "This conclusion, however, is merely my...opinion. Other individuals certainly would have different ones."

Granville smiled. "Thank you, Baymax, for your opinion."

"Was it the one you desired?"

"It...was the one that was given, so I will respect it."

Baymax turned back to the door, ready to rejoin his caretaker.

"Mr. Hamada was never going to show me this, was he?"

He turned back around to her, her computer open again. "I do not understand."

"Baymax, you may be a great healthcare companion, but you're not very good at covering your tracks." Granville pointed to her screen. "Your documents are written as copies in the code and the file name. You should probably remove that next time you try to do that."

"That is helpful advice. I shall make a note to remember that."

"And Baymax?"

"Yes?"

Granville closed the window as she straightened up.

"Tell Mr. Hamada there are perfectly good places on the ground to take his fellow classmates to. There are several I can recommend, if he so desires."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: (Notice I never said which Friday I said this would be uploaded. Anyways.)

I have a confession to make.

I don't really know how to write Baymax.

It's the main reason why I've either excluded him or limited his presence in a lot of the BH6 stories I write. I will probably continue to do that in future fics, unless the actual story's focused on him.

And now you know why Hiro wanted to keep that video away from Granville. I think she absolutely feels responsible for making Obake into who he was in the serious. Of course, if Hiro had his way, she would never find out about his temporal growth/cancer/whatever.

And that's the part where I feel I can write Baymax: making him decide to either respect his primary caretaker's wishes, or fulfill the duties of a healthcare companion. Especially in this sense, because Granville still feels somewhat responsible for Obake's condition. Maybe other author's wouldn't write that, given we don't know the depths of his programming. It's an interesting conundrum to write.

Oh, I'm sorry. I keep hearing the people reading this story saying "Wait? Why are Hiro and Karmi on a blimp high above the city? What shenanigans are they up to?"

That, ladies and gentlemen, will be the finale of Clean Up. As I've mentioned in the last chapter, I had other chapters I wanted to add, but in the interest of time, those will be folded into other stories. A nice, big Hiro/Karmi chapter takes a lot of focus.

As always, read and review if you like. Until next time, everyone.