*A.N.: Thank you again for the lovely reviews. I was able to find time to sit down and get this chapter out, so enjoy!"

Gogo yanked the café door open, causing the bells above the door to clang jarringly as she pulled her helmet off of her head and dripped rainwater everywhere. Shoving the helmet onto one of the pegs by the door, she rummaged through her pocket to check her phone one last time, just to make sure she hadn't missed a text that would negate her reason for being there on the way over. She hadn't.

She scanned the café for her target, but upon failing to spot him, she approached the counter as unthreateningly as she could muster in her current mood... which was still pretty terrifying.

"Where's Hiro?"

Kyouji, who had been leaning slightly on the counter, straightened at her approach, unconsciously moving his hands behind his back.

Good. A bit of fear is healthy.

"He went to check on his little brother. I'm not sure when he'll be back."

"Go get him." She certainly wasn't going to go chasing after Hiro for an explanation. He was going to come to her.

"I don't think that's-"

Gogo interrupted his protest.

"No one's here. I can watch the counter for the entire thirty seconds you'll be gone. Go on."

This guy needs to lighten up. Things aren't that strict around here.

He still looked a bit uncertain, but shrugged and made his way through the back room.

Gogo leaned against the counter to wait, still fuming slightly. Aunt Cass was important to her, too, and Hiro hadn't even bothered to mention anything to her. She'd had to hear it from Honey Lemon, who seemed equally surprised that Hiro hadn't told her anything.

Cell phones were invented for a reason.

Kyouji returned quickly, with a clearly frazzled and worried looking Hiro following not far behind him. She almost pitied him based on his expression alone.

"Hey, Gogo." Hiro played with the sleeves of his jacket, his voice a bit raspy. He shot her a nervous smile. "What's up?"

"Are you sick?" Gogo's expression softened a bit. She could understand if he was feeling under the weather. She was still aggravated with his forgetfulness, but it was quickly diminished to exasperation.

"Baymax says I'm not contagious." Hiro shrugged as he attempted to clear his throat.

Gogo hummed, and popped her gum.

Hiro still has that annoying tendency to keep things from his friends. Speaking of which...

"Don't you have something to tell me?"

Hiro's expression showed confusion for a split second before realization and slight panic were covered with a shaky smile. "Oh, um, Aunt Cass is awake."

"And you didn't feel the need to share this yesterday when it happened because..."

"Uh, something came up." Hiro glanced back towards the stairs subconsciously before he started rambling. "I was thinking that we could go visit her tomorrow when the café is closed, but Teddy... isn't feeling very well and maybe we should see how he's feeling tomorrow before we decide anything, because it would be wrong to leave him behind and-"

"Hiro. Breathe."

He took a breath, having realized that he had neglected to, but it caught in his throat and he coughed dryly, wincing.

"I suppose you're forgiven. I also wanted to let him know I've finished his bike, but..." Gogo glanced out the window at the still pouring rain. "Maybe now isn't the best time for him to relearn." She stiffened minutely when she realized what she had implied, but Kyouji didn't react. "So, maybe I'll just go say hi-"

"No!" Hiro realized that he had over-reacted after receiving strange looks from both Gogo and Kyouji, and tried to cover it up. "I mean, he's really not feeling well, and I think we should just let him rest for a bit and let him come down and see you if he's feeling better later, and-"

"You're doing it again." Gogo popped her gum as Hiro's rant dwindled into silence. "What are you hiding, now?"

"N-nothing." Hiro grin didn't convince her.

Gogo looked to Kyouji, who shrugged, looking curious as well. "I didn't see anything."

"Nothing for it then." Gogo stretched and walked past Hiro. "I'll just have to go check on him."

"G-Gogo, wait!"

Gogo didn't stop until she was standing in the Hamada's living room. Kyouji had remained downstairs, which was what she had been counting on. She turned to Hiro abruptly. "Spill."

"Um..." Hiro glanced back towards the stairs, before facing Gogo again and began to whisper. "I don't know how much you know, but basically, after we successfully woke up Aunt Cass with the healing tears, we had just managed to get Teddy home when he started to burn through his shirt. I don't think Kyouji suspects anything; we got Teddy upstairs pretty fast. Honey Lemon stayed for a while to help me put together something that would let him at least sleep without burning the house down."

Gogo nodded, having already heard this from Honey Lemon herself.

"And then this morning... well, Teddy was fine when I went downstairs. After a little bit, I returned to check on him, but the heat had steadily gotten worse while I was away. We got into a little argument when he sprouted... wings."

"You had better not be joking." Gogo gave the shock two seconds to linger before she banished it from her mind. She'd seen some crazy things, though this was steadily rising on the list of insane situations that she found herself a part of.

"I'm not entirely certain how permanent they are, but Baymax got a picture, so I can prove it if they aren't there anymore." Hiro lead Gogo to the Hamada's shared room.

Tadashi was curled up on the bed, with his feet tucked underneath him and was looking at something on the viewport of Baymax's stomach. Bright, golden wings are tucked in close to him, their light reflecting off of the silver fabric covering him and the bed. Tadashi noticed their presence and turned to them, tucking his wings tighter behind him in a subconscious gesture to hide them.

Gogo, even with the warning, was startled, but did her best not to express it.

That's certainly... new.

The gum she had momentarily forgotten she was chewing provided an easy stalling tactic, and she blew a small bubble and popped it before speaking. "So, can you fly?"

"Uh, probably?" Tadashi looked like he was surprised at the question.

Gogo raises her eyebrow. "You sprouted wings and you haven't even attempted it?"

"They're on fire! ...or they are fire. I'm trying to figure that out." Tadashi gestures at the read out on Baymax. "Either way, I'd like to avoid burning down the café. And I can't exactly go outside."

"Granted." Gogo stepped a bit closer, but didn't do anything super dangerous, like try to touch the new wings. "So, I stopped by to tell you your bike's ready. When the weather is nicer, we'll test it and your new wings."

Hiro spoke up when Tadashi looked away towards the window, watching the rain beat against the pane.

"He wasn't planning on leaving the room until this is 'fixed.' He's quite adamant about it."

"That's a shame." Gogo shifted her weight to one foot, smirking at the suspicious look that grew on Tadashi's face. "Guess we'll just have to carry him out."

"What?!" Tadashi drew his wings around himself, creating a small shield of fire. "No! You'll get burnt!"

"Nonsense, you wouldn't allow it." Gogo nodded in Hiro's direction, who grinned and took the hint.

"No. No. Nononono- Hiro!"

As Hiro reached for his brother, Tadashi retracted his wings away from himself and Hiro, splaying them out behind him. Hiro scooped him up into his arms easily, supporting him by his lower back to avoid directly touching the base of his wings.

"See? No problem." Hiro grinned at his brother, but Tadashi wasn't comforted, if anything his panic only worsened.

"Put me down, put me down, putmedownHiro!" Tadashi had gone rigid, not allowing himself to move, and the fear was causing an orange sheen of tears to coat his eyes.

"Sure thing. The second you calm down." Hiro adjusted his grip on the five-year-old, because as light as he was, it was difficult to hold him when he didn't hold on in return. "Just breathe. You aren't hurting me, you aren't going to hurt me, and you are over-reacting."

Tadashi gave in a little, leaning in to bury his face in Hiro's shirt. "No, 'm not." His voice was muffled by the fabric, but he was beginning to let the tension out of his posture. Gogo and Hiro exchanged a smile at his actions. Sometimes it really was like interacting with a five-year-old.

After he'd calmed down a bit, Tadashi muttered something neither Gogo nor Hiro could make out.

"Wanna repeat that, buddy?" Hiro asked.

Tadashi pulled away slightly, clearly considering something. "I got them to go out for a bit, earlier, when you went downstairs." Tadashi frowned as he looked back at his wings. "It didn't last. They only went out for a second, and when I got excited about it, they came back."

"So, they're triggered by emotion?" Gogo had begun to inspect the wings as much as she could without touching them.

"It sure seems like it." Tadashi kept an eye on his friend, moving the wings away when she got too close for comfort. Hiro had another idea.

"That might not be the case." At the strange look he received from his brother, he attempted to explain himself. "I mean, clearly, that's what triggered it this time... and the time before that... but as far as I can tell, you aren't experiencing strong emotions at this very second. Shouldn't they go out, then? Besides that, it doesn't seem very stable to constantly need to feel strongly about something for them to be present."

Gogo nodded her head in understanding. "What did you do earlier to make them turn off?"

"Uh..." Tadashi's eyebrows scrunched together. "I just... wanted them to?"

"Why do you say that like it's a question? If that's what happened, then try that." Hiro watched his brother as he relaxed and suddenly, the wings pulled back into the markings, like when a flame stove is turned off.

"Baymax, scan him."

"I have been scanning him constantly, as requested when he became my primary patient, Master Hiro. Displaying results now."

"Ah, right. I forgot about that..." Hiro laughed slightly, looking closely at the results on the screen. "Perfect."

Gogo followed after the brothers as Hiro carried Tadashi over to his small workstation. Hiro set his brother down before pulling a couple of fabric swatches from the mess that still covered the desk.

Before Tadashi could react, Hiro attached one of the patches to the skin between his shoulder blades, covering the marks completely.

"Tell me if that hurts at all, and we can remove it. I just wanted to try something I came up with last night." Hiro leaned back against the desk, gauging the reaction.

Tadashi sat for a moment, waiting for the burning feeling to build up, but it never did. "It's... cold." At Hiro's worried look, he shook his head quickly. "Not in a bad way, more like... stepping into air conditioning in the summer after playing soccer outside."

"So, this will keep them contained?" Gogo wasn't big on the idea of hiding something so useful (and cool), but she could see the problems with having open flames follow you wherever you went.

"Maybe. Hopefully." Hiro shrugged. "Teddy, can you try burning through it?"

"I don't think that's the best idea-"

"Try doing it gradually then. Baymax, pull up a screen of his internal temperatures."

Gogo watched Tadashi's face go blank, the same way it always did when he was concentrating on something. "That's never going to work."

"Huh?" Tadashi was startled out of his thoughts by Gogo's blunt statement.

"You're thinking your way through something that has only been sparked emotionally. Maybe someday you could do it by thought, but let's stick to what we know."

"But I don't feel anything extreme right now." Tadashi crossed his arms, looking over at Gogo.

"You aren't trying hard enough."

"And how would you know? I can't just feel things out of nowhere."

"Ah, I forgot this was you we were talking about. Maybe it is a lost cause."

"Hey!"

Hiro had to hide his grin behind a cough, which turned out to be a bad idea when it re-aggravated his throat. He saw exactly what Gogo was doing. Tadashi misinterpreted Hiro's actions.

"Don't laugh at me!" Tadashi crossed his arms, glaring at his brother.

Hiro suddenly couldn't help it, and he started to actually laugh. Tadashi was pouting. It wasn't his over exaggerated expression that he adopted when he was being sarcastic, but rather an unhappy look might have been taken seriously on an older Tadashi, but on the five-year-old version looked like a kid trying to convince someone he wasn't tired yet.

Baymax picked that moment to chime in. "Internal temperatures rising. Minimum temperature required for wings has been reached. "

At that statement, Tadashi froze in fear, previous argument forgotten. Hiro sobered up quickly, watching for signs of discomfort.

"Anything?" Hiro asked, wanting to be certain that his brother wasn't just hiding or ignoring pain.

After a moment, Tadashi shook his head in wonderment. "No. Nothing. It still feels cool."

"I'll take that as a success, then." Hiro grinned. "We can switch it out if it stops feeling right, and it should be easy enough to remove so that you can practice with them. They never did repurpose that abandoned island, so maybe Wasabi could help us clear some space-"

"I'm not taking it off. Only if I need to switch it out."

Tadashi's response momentarily stunned Hiro, so Gogo spoke up.

"Don't be dumb. Would you rather get in a situation where you have no idea how to control them? So what if it's a little dangerous? Cars can be dangerous if you don't know how to use them, and so are your wings."

"But just touching a car won't hurt anyone." Tadashi countered, looking up at Gogo challengingly.

"Have you ever touched the exhaust pipe after turning off the car? Have you ever stuck your hand in an engine while it was still going?"

"No! No one would, that's dumb. Of course it would hurt."

"Exactly." Gogo grinned as Tadashi realized where she had been leading the argument. "There are still people who might, and it could hurt someone, but most people know better. The damage something does depends on the person controlling it. You don't want to hurt people, so people who have even a touch of common sense won't get hurt. It's that simple."

Tadashi looked between his brother and Gogo, finally relenting with a sigh. "Fine. But only on that island."

"Sounds good to me." Hiro grinned, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He had a couple of calls to make.

Himitsu let himself into the designated conference room, dropping unceremoniously onto one of the couches. He flipped his phone into the air, catching it again and again as he waited for prior business to come to an end. He grinned as he watched another dealer who had thought too highly of himself leave hurriedly with his tail between his legs. It was always nice to see arrogant upstarts get knocked down a peg or two. At least he got to leave intact. Himitsu waited until he heard the door click shut before speaking to the man on the other side of the small room.

"Ne, taishou. I thought we weren't talkin' to any more of Yama's toy soldiers."

"It was hardly a talk, and it's easier to discard his toys than to buy my little brother new ones." Settling more firmly in the armchair, he continued to address Himitsu. "On a more important note, I have yet to identify any successes other than the two already known about, and my source is being... less than forthcoming. I believe he's growing a conscious, or has become infinitely more ambitious. In either case, new methods will need to be taken. It's unfortunate that we cannot let what we are searching for widely known just yet.

As it is, the longer we wait, the more troublesome this is going to become. With one tentatively on our side, and the other beginning to develop, if your reports hold true, time is our enemy. Things will only become more difficult to contain from here on."

"Isn't that why ya let the Fujitas in on it?" Himitsu was aware that they were the damage control on this assignment, and it was unusual for them to be assigned anything where they were not the main players.

"They are not fully aware of the details of this job, and I suspect Jadoku knows even less. It would be ideal if it stayed this way until the assignment is complete."

"He's picked up on a bit from being around the kid, but he's missing too much info' to tie anything together." Or at least Himitsu hoped so.

"You should not have allowed him get so close to them, especially without a firm basis to keep him grounded. He needs to make the decision on his own, or he is useless to me."

"He'll come to, just give 'im time and a good reason."

The man considered Himitsu for a moment, before deciding to let things continue to play out. "Don't forget, we may need both of them, but they don't need to be on our side. Either of them. Understand?"

"'Course I do. You've got nothin' to worry about." He'd make sure of it.

"We'll see. That's all for now, Himitsu." He waved his hand to dismiss him, and Himitsu stood and bowed only slightly mockingly, before turning to walk out the door.

"Dewa mata, Taishou-sama."

**A.N.:

Dewa mata= a more formal way of saying see you later than "ja ne"

Taishou= boss, general (It is both name and title, so capitalized and lowercase are both appropriate depending on what Himitsu is referring to.)

-sama= an honorific

Himitsu doesn't truly take anything seriously when it comes to formality, so the phrase and his actions dance on the line between sarcasm and respect.

For clarification: Yama's target is to get back at Hiro, Taishou's target is Tadashi himself. We'll see how this goes :)**