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Chapter Two: Robots Have No Sense of Discretion

As soon as Hiro made it to the safety and peace of his apartment he was instantly tackled and spun around by concerned but yet frightfully angry Honey-Lemon.

"What were you thinking?" she howled, squeezing him even tighter, "We saw it all on the news. You could have could've been killed!" When it came to laying on the guilt, no-one could match the devastation that Honey-Lemon could inflict with those massive tear filled eyes of hers.

"Ack!" Hiro gasped, "Need… To… Breathe!" Honey-Lemon relaxed her grip slightly, just enough so that some air could make its way to his lungs.

"Better?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Good, then what were you thinking?" she repeated, "Why didn't you call us?"

"We tried to but we couldn't," he said quickly, "They had a jamming unit in the driver's compartment that blocked out all long range communications, we could barely stay in contact on the short range." She let go of him.

"Well that's… uh… actually that's a pretty good explanation," she admitted unwillingly before grumbling, "And now I've got all of this pent up rage and nobody to take it out on." Hiro couldn't help but smirk at her as she walked to the kitchen to pour a glass of water. "Watch it, mister," she said warningly, pointing her finger at him, "You're still not out of the woods yet. How did it go?" He smiled.

"Honey," he said, "You're my roommate, not my mother. It's bad enough with Auntie Cass, she's still convinced that I'm too young to live away from home."

"Don't care," she said, "Spill." He shrugged.

"As well as any run of the mill moving high speed train hijacking prevention… thing," he said, holding his hands out. Going by the look she was directing his way, clearly she was unamused. "It went well," he elaborated, "No-one was hurt, except for the hijackers themselves and their suffering is a cross that I am more than willing to bear. We just went in, got the job done and got out. Nothing out of the ordinary."

"There was an irregularity with your heartbeat, Hiro," added Baymax, choosing now to enter the apartment.

"What's wrong?" Honey asked, once again fretful.

"Nothing, nothing!" Hiro hastily insisted. She looked at him doubtfully before taking a drink of water. Scolding people wreaked havoc on her vocal cords.

"Are you experiencing memory loss?" Baymax asked in his synthetic yet concerned voice, "Because your heartrate fluctuated dramatically when you and Miss Tomago held extended eye contact –" The rest of the robot's statement was drowned out by the sound of Honey-Lemon alternating between choking on her water and laughing.

"Don't. Say. A word," he said warningly. She just grinned in amazement.

"I didn't say anything," she replied, looking like she was two seconds away from squeeing. Hiro turned to Baymax. "Thanks, mate," he said somewhat sarcastically, "You always have my back."

"You are welcome," Baymax replied, still a stranger to sarcasm, "Are you satisfied with your care?"

"You know what? Yes I am," he said, "Now go and recharge and think about what you've done." He turned back to look at Honey-Lemon who was still smiling excitedly. "What?" he asked, "Nothing happened. Nothing happened."

"But you wanted something to happen," she said smugly with the kind of self-assurance that men have never learned how to master nor defend against.

"I didn't say that," he said quickly, "Your words, not mine."

"Hiro," she said enthusiastically, "It's perfectly alright. After all, you were in college at a young age, the only girls that you met on a regular basis were a few years your senior so it perfect sense that you would develop an attraction to older women."

"I do not have an attraction to GoGo!" he practically growled. Somehow this just made her smirk grow in size and smugness. "What?"

"I just mentioned you having a possible attraction to older women," she said self-contentedly, "You were the one to bring up GoGo." Groaning in defeat he slumped over and collapsed onto the couch in front of the television.

"What happened?" she asked, sitting next to his head and ruffling his hair in what she hoped was a sisterly fashion.

"Oh fine," he grumbled, "We'd finished the job and were watching the police wrap things up and we were talking and then all of a sudden… We weren't. Just silence. It was… It wasn't an awkward silence it actually felt like a good one if that makes any sense. Like we didn't have to say anything 'cause we knew each that well. There was a setting sun over the harbour and – don't you dare laugh – I don't think that she's ever been more beautiful than she was in that moment (Honey-Lemon had to stifle an "Aw" as she was quite certain that it would not go down well with him), covered in dust and wearing banged up armour and smiling like… and then… Well, I guess we realised that something was happening and then it went awkward." He groaned again and buried his face in the seat cushion.

"There, there," she said patting him on the head, "We've all been there, trust me on that."

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do," he said, "I mean, come on, she still thinks of me as a kid. I'm not but she does."

"I don't," she said suddenly, "No, don't worry, I'm not hitting on you, I just don't see you as a kid. I mean, we went to college together. So no, I never saw you as a kid, just someone who was shorter than me and, let's face it, who isn't?" That actually got a laugh out of the boy.

"So what do you think I should do?" he asked.

"Go for it," she said simply. He looked up at her in shock. "What?" she asked, laughing incredulously, "You like her, you said that there was a moment so maybe she likes you in the same way. Maybe she doesn't but you're never going to know if you just sit around here moping. It doesn't have to be a bit dramatic gesture or anything like that either. Just ask her out to get a coffee or something like that and talk to her. I swear, men are so dense at this sort of thing."

"You think that it could work?" he asked hopefully?

"I don't know," she replied, shrugging, "But you never will know if you don't try."

~o~O~o~

GoGo frowned as she watched her instant noodles rotate around in her microwave. Something had happened on the rooftop a few hours ago and she was not entirely certain what it was. While there was no denying that she and Hiro had always been close over the past year she had noticed a change in him, especially regarding his mannerisms around her. Neither of them had ever talked about it, almost as though they had reached an unspoken agreement not to but now it was getting harder to do so.

Hiro liked her in a more than friends kind of way, that much she was certain of but she wasn't entirely sure how she felt about him. She did like him, these days he really was her best mate, they liked the same movies, had similar hobbies and when the whole group had taken a beach holiday earlier that year she did have to briefly stifle a gasp when she saw what he looked like without a shirt but… There was an age gap and she wasn't sure if she was comfortable with that. It wasn't that big, she was twenty-four, he was nineteen and it wasn't like he was a child. He had graduated college for crying out loud. She needed to talk to someone about it to get some objective feedback.

Wasabi was probably not the best guy to talk about it to. While he was probably the smartest of the group he was also a little too neurotic for this kind of discussion.

Fred was also immediately ruled out as… well… GoGo wasn't sure what she'd get by discussing this matter with him, it would either be really funny, really annoying or some combination of the two and that really was not what she needed at the time. Also, she would feel a lot more comfortable if she was discussing this with a woman.

Aunt Cass…? No, that probably wasn't the best idea. While she loved to mother them all and give them advice as well as constantly feed them, the fact that she was Hiro's aunt would certainly throw her objectivity into question.

That left Honey-Lemon. While the perky blonde was Hiro's roommate she was also one of her best friends and if she asked her to keep a confidence, she would.

~o~O~o~

Katherine Skylark was being held in isolation during her stay in police lockup. As she had been the one to lead the attack on the on the train, the police thought it best to keep her away from the rest of her team. She slightly shifted her position on the wooden bench that she was handcuffed to, causing her to wince slightly in pain. She could still feel the impact of the yellow armoured girl's spinning discs on her chest. She frowned as she thought back to what had happened. It was supposed to be so simple, hold the passengers hostage, have the demanded ransom deposited into a bank account of their choosing and then leave the still moving train so that by the time it reached the station they would have been long gone. They had specifically picked that particular stretch of track to start the hijack as it was the furthest point from any police station. It would have worked perfectly if not for those multi coloured freaks.

Despite the pain it caused her (and despite the fact that it was Bella Swan levels of childish) she stamped her foot against the concrete floor with such force that it echoed down the hall.

Hang on, that wasn't an echo. There was some sort of a commotion going on in the office outside. Wait? Was that gunfire? Suddenly, a police officer was flung through the door and he slid across the floor until his motionless body stopped right outside her cell door, just touching the bars. The keys to the door were dangling on the unfortunate officer's belt.

"Well?" said a voice, "Are you coming or not?" She looked up to see a man enter the holding area. With his navy blue Armani suit, expensive wristwatch and slicked back blonde hair, he could not have looked more out of place in his surrounding if he had tried. Despite the sounds of violence still happening out of view, he seemed quite calm, almost bored.

"Who are you?" she asked cautiously. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Does it really matter?" he asked, voicing the question like a request for directions to the nearest bus stop or something as equally mundane.

"Yes," she said sharply, "I go where I want."

"And how's that working out for you, sweetheart?" he asked sardonically, tapping the cell bars to illustrate his point. "Look," he said, "All that you need to know is that I'm the guy who's offering you a chance to get out of. It's also an ultra-exclusive, limited one-time offer so you'd better make a decision quick because it is going, going…"

"Done," she replied firmly. Any deal had to be better than prison and if it wasn't, there was always the option of killing this guy and his goons and making a clean getaway. He smiled as she stole the dead guard's keys and unlocked her cell.

"Well come on then," he said, ushering her out of the holding area, "Time's a-wasting."

There was something about the man's smile that troubled her. It was almost as if he had known about her Plan B and as opposed to being worried, he found the idea of her trying to kill him to be something funny.

~o~O~o~

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