Hello! I have a question for you guys : Should I have a Hiro and Go Go shipping in this story? Let me know in the comments. Enjoy this chapter!

Hiro woke up, moist towels clinging to his face and neck. He was horizontally laying on Baymax, who had powered up his heating system.

"I see you have woken up from your cat nap," commented Baymax. "You fainted. I have helped you. Are you feeling alright?"

"Yes, I suppose…" Hiro rubbed his eyes, then remembered what had happened beforehand. He jumped to his feet. "Holy smokes, Tadashi's alive!"

"That he is."

"We need to go rescue him. He gave me the coordinates, we can just-"

"Just what, may I ask? After all, your disappearance will certainly arouse suspicion, considering it is still a school day today."

"It doesn't matter! Tadashi is not dead, and we have to go. His rescue is more important than my classes. Besides, they'll come after me anyway, sooner or later. Actually," he corrected, "more likely sooner than later. So we have to go."

"Will retreiving Tadashi boost your emotions, health, and physical wellbeing?"

"Of course!" Hiro was slightly surprised at having to say that. At the same time, Baymax was still a robot. A robot with an attitude that needed some fixing, but a robot nonetheless. "I guess… just think of his rescue as a new treatment to my wellbeing, if that makes any sense."

"Well," continued Baymax, "then I will have to join you. Looks like my old armour and chip will come in handy once more." Hiro blinked, a little uncertain and taken aback.

"Wait… you won't stop me?"

"Nope."

"Or try to talk me out of it?"

"No."

"Or even tell Wasabi, Go Go, Honey Lemon, or Fred?"

"Wait… aren't we taking them? After all, they most likely still have their super cool, useful superhero stuff, and you need all the help you can get, considering… well, you're you. Plus, how are you going to rescue your brother from a heavily guarded, technologized facility by yourself?"

"Of course not!" Hiro said, ignoring the insult. "I won't have my friends risking their life again. Not now. Not ever."

"So, basically never?" Hiro nodded. He looked slightly confused. "But… don't they already endanger their lives by fighting crime?"

"Well… I suppose," he admitted. "But another thing is, I feel like it's my mission, you know? My dead brother's alive, and it's up to me to save him. Does that make any sense?" They stood quietly, then Baymax saying,

"Well, let me get charged up, I suppose. Then you can get your armour and put mine on, since I am a helpless robot. We're going on an adventure!"

While Baymax rested in his charging station, getting ready for their 'amazing' adventure, Hiro started packing. He took his backpack, dumped all the textbooks and papers out unceremoniously on his bed, and began stuffing things in.

First, clothes. He threw in several pairs of socks, underwear, shorts, and a couple of tshirts. After some thought, he tossed them out, save for an extra hoodie - it would only take about 2 hours for Baymax to fly to the facility, and he wouldn't really need extra clothes if he was planning to : get in, get Tadashi, and get out - alive and mostly unharmed, at least. Plus, if it took longer, than they would have already caught him and most likely would get his backpack taken away anyway. Besides - he needed a lot of room for other, more important stuff.

He set himself on the floor, searching under his bed for something. A moment later, he pulled out a large shoebox. Leaning against the frame, he opened it up, bringing out one of his most needed daily supplies : packets of Gummi bears. With a grin, he carefully put a handful of packets in his front pocket. After all, he needed the extra boost for his journey.

Standing up, Hiro slipped in his laptop, his charger, and an extra battery - just in case. Rummaging through his desk drawers, he found what he was looking for : a gleaming, silver roll of duct tape. Or, as Fred often liked to call it, 'the problem solver of everything.'

Thinking for a split second, he picked up his awesome weapon Go Go had given him for Christmas. It was a gold color, similar to the shade of her electric-magnetic wheels. It was a small, ovally shaped object, fit to the size of Hiro's hand, so he could carry it with relative comfort and ease. It had several features : hammer, screwdriver, corkscrew, magnet, flashlight, and pocket knife. All he had to say was his name and the certain feature, and the specified tool would pop out at the end, and always away from his body, so it didn't matter which way he held it (which was good, obviously, as Hiro was so scatterbrained sometimes that he most likely would have stabbed himself 80% of the time).

However, that wasn't the best part. When he uttered the word, "Sword," a dark black, almost purple, solid blade would extend out, about 2 feet in length. For some reason, it wouldn't injure flesh, only other solid materials (which was a relief, because if that was true, then Hiro would have accidentally killed himself a long time ago). At least, initially. If he were to say, "Maim," then it would. So far, the genius hadn't figured out how exactly the slightly complicated weapon worked - after all, Go Go had the help of Honey Lemon in making the gift, and their minds combined were much more intellectual than Hiro's. Additionally, it was wicked sharp and could cut through metal like it was butter. He had affectionately named it 'Nightblade,' since it was basically the gist of it, and he sucked at naming things.

Anyways, after he pocketed the deadly tool, Hiro's gaze swept across his dorm room. There seemed like nothing else was needed - until he spotted the shelf. He walked over to it, where it was nailed into the wall. On it was several books, random objects and writing utensils… and Tadashi's baseball hat. The one that Hiro retrieved right after the fire, after the explosion.

After slight hesitation, he picked it up, running his fingers across the worn out stitching, the familiar logo of the red and gold San Fransokyo Ninjas. With a reminiscent sigh, he pulled it over his messy black locks, getting a feel for it, then immediately took it off. It just felt… weird, wearing a hat that was meant for his older brother. Hiro didn't put it back though; instead, he placed it in the backpack. To give it to Tadashi, if… when he found him.

Sensing no other things to bring along, Hiro slung it over his shoulders, testing its weight. Not bad - maybe slightly heavy, but he would manage. He sat, waiting for Baymax to be fully charged. Then they would be ready to go.

"Ready, Baymax?" he whispered, looking at the solitary robot, who was carrying a giant hiking bag on his shoulders. Hiro and Baymax's armour were safely stashed in it, just in case - if any other students saw them, it would be a lot easier for them to make an excuse. The time : 4:13. As far as Hiro knew, there weren't any major tests or finals going on at the moment, but at the same time, this was college. Anything could happen.

If Hiro didn't know any better, he could've sworn Baymax looked like the most excitable being on Earth as he replied, "Of course! Just make sure you don't die on me during this rescue mission; that would look fairly bad on my record as a healthcare companion." With a silent nod, Hiro slowly turned the doorknob gently, then swung it open, wincing at the slight creak of the door hinges. He stepped out, Baymax in tow.

The hallways were dark, faintly lit by small wall lamps that flickered softly. Somehow nobody had come out to inspected the large commotion due to Hiro's screaming and yelling, but, as he figured, college kids could sleep through an alien invasion and not wake up. Plus, they were used to loud noises of distress, considering the fact that he attended a college for technology. And that meant lots of screaming and yelling from fellow colleagues due to miscalculated and failed experiments. All was quiet as quickly they made their escape.

As Hiro and Baymax nervously hurried on, hoping to disturb no one, two pairs of eyes closely watched them from the ventilation shafts on the ceiling, glaring at the duo.

"Boss?" one whispered into his comm unit. "I think we have him. He's heading for the library, most likely to escape the campus for certain reasons."

"Perfect," drifted the other voice. "Track him down; don't lose him."

"But it's hot and cramped, and my partner smells like he hasn't showered in days," he protested. A slight giggle could be heard in the background at the other end. "How are we supposed to track him if we are stuck here and he is down there in the open?"

"And do you really think I care?" snapped back the other. "Just do it. The shaft has several shortcuts anyways - I'll give you instruction. Besides, we'll see what Mr. Hamada has to say for himself when we get to him."

As per usual, feedback is appreciated. I will post the next chapter on Saturday. Happy (early) New Years, guys! Thanks.

-DragonFire0102