NOTICE: This chapter wasn't originally supposed to exist. I was going to skip straight to the next one but this idea popped into my head and wouldn't leave me alone, so there you have it. I wrote if for fun and it deviates a bit from the scientific theme of this fandom and story. Feel free to skip it if you don't want to read something I inserted on a whim. The next chapter can be read without it.

Holding on

Skritch, skritch, whoosh, skritch, plonk

Hiro was actually trying to get somewhere in the wheelchair and had been so focused on moving the chair forward that he completely missed the stray stone that caught one of the wheels and promptly tipped him over. Not expecting to be unbalanced he didn't manage to recover in time and landed on the ground with a dull thud. The wheelchair landed on its side, just behind him.

Unbelievable. Just bloody damned well unbelievable. First his brother drags him out of bed against his will, then he dumps him in the wheelchair Hiro had no intention of using… ever, after which he abandons him in the park and now the dreaded wheelchair throws him to the ground with no real way of getting back into it without help. If this was Tadashi's way of trying to be helpful, he'd gotten it all completely wrong and Hiro was going to tell him exactly what he thought of this oh so ingenious idea! As soon as he managed to get home that is.

Deciding that lying around was not going to get him any closer to that goal, Hiro used his hands to push himself into a seated position and turned to glare at the object of his current dilemma.

"Hey. Need a hand?" A face peered around the wheelchair pale white hair drifting in the chilly breeze that suddenly swept through the park.

"I'm fine." Hiro snapped, reaching for the chair. He didn't like feeling weak and helpless. It's one of the reasons he was avoiding the wheelchair to begin with. He was supposed to be the one offering help, not the one accepting it. "I've got it." He yanked on one of the bars in a bid to flip the chair up. The attempt was an abysmal failure. The chair barely budged off the ground before falling right back down with a clatter. Pale white hands closed on the handles of the chair and flipped it up with ease. The young man that had appeared from seemingly nowhere, stabilized the chair before walking around it to stand in front of Hiro. He held a hand out to him, crystal blue eyes sparkling in mischief. "My name is Jack."

Hiro glared at the out stretched hand, a mess of conflicted emotions coursing through him. He was still angry and humiliated. He didn't want help. He wanted his old life back but that was an impossible dream that had shattered the moment he'd fallen from the steel walkway. The stranger before him, was silently offering help and the fact that he needed it was a bitter pill to swallow. Hiro was tempted to brush the hand away, to tell the stranger to mind his own business but something in him wouldn't let him act one that impulse. There was something strange about Jack and Hiro's ever present curiosity was dying to know what it was. "Hiro." He reluctantly introduced himself, taking the hand to give it an awkward shake.

Jack grinned. He used the handhold as leverage to pull Hiro up, settling him back into the wheelchair before Hiro's mind could even begin to register what had happened. "There now, was that so hard?" He asked, quirking a dark eyebrow up.

Hiro blinked up at Jack and pouted. "I never asked for help. I would have gotten myself back into it eventually."

"Eventually being the key operative term." Jack pointed out, crossing his arms. "You may not have asked for help but you clearly needed it."

"I don't need help." Hiro growled, another flash of anger coursing through him at the perceived implication of weakness.

"No need to get defensive." Jack leant in to grab the armrests of the chair, his grin still firmly in place, eyes still sparkling in the pale sunlight that filtered in through the trees. "Everyone needs a helping hand at one time or another. Today it was your turn. Besides, you clearly haven't been doing this very long."

Hiro flinched, looking away from Jacks crystal clear scrutiny. "What gave that away? My rather pathetic attempt at getting back into the chair?" He asked bitterly.

"No." Jack reached forward to take hold of Hiro's hands, turning them palm up to reveal newly formed blisters and torn skin. "Your hands. You haven't developed calluses yet. Nor are you wearing any gloves to protect them from friction burns. This indicates you haven't been using the wheelchair very long." Jack gently ran his fingers over Hiro's hands. His fingers were ice cold, their gentle touch softly soothing the torn skin before breaking the moment by firmly grabbing hold of Hiro's hand. "Come on, we're wasting time." Tugging, Jack pulled Hiro in towards him before gracefully dancing around to the back of the chair and pushing it forward with a cry of joy. The cry soared up, carried away by a new gust of wind and the imaginary sound of winter bells.

"Whoa! What? Hey!" Hiro cried out, reaching down to grab the wheels.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Jack cautioned, running heading down the path Hiro had been trying to wheel himself along earlier. "Your hands are sore enough as it is. No need to add to it.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Hiro demanded, grabbing the arm rests instead, his heart beating rapidly in his chest in fear.

"Showing you, you can still have fun!" Jack replied, turning right with another mysterious laugh. The next thing Hiro knew, he was weightless, hanging suspended in the air for a long moment before falling down, the cool breeze ruffling his messy strands of hair. The moment of weightlessness brought with it mixed emotions, brought forth by memories of flight and falling, both good and bad and then the moment was done. The wheel chair connected with the cement and Hiro suddenly found himself with his lap full as Jack settled there, grabbing hold of the wheels to speed up their descent into the skating park he had brought them to.

Speed, weightlessness and cool air filled Hiro's next few moments drawing him further and further into the joy of the moment. He added a deeper timber to the lighter ring of laughter that already danced upon the wind and for the first time in forever actually allowed himself to let go of all his problems to simply enjoy the moment, much as he had the first day Baymax had taken him flying. He lost himself in the joy of movement, the thrill of the speed and the sheer recklessness of it all. It was a true moment of freedom and an eye opening experience to all the possibilities that still lay open to him.

"And that is how you take advantage of what life throws at you." Jack declared, taking them up the ramp one last time before climbing off of Hiro's lap.

"That was both reckless and dangerous!" Hiro exclaimed, still catching his breath, glaring heatedly at Jack. It really had been both reckless and dangerous and he'd loved every minute of it but he wasn't about to let Jack know that. Being accosted by strangers, fun though it had turned out to be, wasn't exactly how Hiro planned to live to life.

"When did you become the responsible, cautious one?" Jack retorted, amusement still sparkling in his eyes. "You loved it and I'll wager you'll be doing it again. Life's full of surprises. Don't give up on them before you've really had the opportunity to explore them, hero." Jack deliberately mispronounced Hiro's name, flicking his ear lightly before running off down the path with a wave. "See you around, Hiro." He called out, disappearing around the corner, taking the cool breeze with him.

Hiro was once more alone, still stranded in the park only this time he was determined to get home. Tadashi owed him a major apology and had a lot sucking up to do if he wanted to get back into Hiro's good books. He could start by buying Hiro a pair of finger-less gloves and maybe a helmet. Hiro grabbed hold of the wheels of the wheelchair and began to roll it forward once more, a mischievous smile dancing on his lips as he began to plot revenge on the brother that had abandoned him in a park in a wheelchair he was now learning how to use.

- BH6 - BH6 - BH6 –

A/N (Continued...): I apologize for the late update. A friend of mine was in a car accident on Saturday evening and was airlifted to hospital because they feared she had sustained a spine injury. Ironic that that is what I am currently writing about. Fortunately the injury is a result of contusions along her spine and not something more serious.

You can blame this cameo appearance on the fact that this chapter was written around Christmas while I was still under the influence of magic and good cheer. I'm sure you all know who Jack is, right? For anyone that's wondering... if I ever write a pairing for Hiro in my universe, this would probably be it (:P) and yes, this story will continue to have no pairings. It is, after all, almost finished XD

Inteviner: That is what Tadashi is thinking.

Guest: I'm glad you like him. I like him too. He is a very special character. Every bit as special as Hiro who we all love to pieces!

CrazyBlueOwl: Yeah, Hiro needs to learn to get around in the wheel chair and Tadashi has decided he's had more than enough time to mope. What is the beachside of Arthur?

AlphaWolfMegan: It's so sweet that you are so protective over Hiro. Tadashi is just trying to shock Hiro back into the real world again...

shooting2stars: Agreed. Most definitely a strong and hard approach but sometimes such an approach is necessary.

NotShort: You are so right, Hiro often needs to be propelled into action. It was a role Tadashi often played which was taken over by Baymax when Tadashi passed away. He is taking on the role once again...