A/N: YAY! A new chapter! I think I'm going to be ending this story a little sooner than I had planned. I'm in the middle of writing a novel, and I really want to get back to working on it. I am going to finish this story first, but I'm not going to draw out the end. Then, I'm going to stick to one-shots when I get inspiration to write, so you should follow me if you want to read more of my writing. There will probably be 2-3 more chapters after this one, then the story will have reached its end. Shout out to Isabelle616 for reviewing. Thank you so much for your kind words. They really made my day!

Disclaimer: Still don't own this movie. Obviously.

Hiro groaned as he came to. I should really stop antagonizing him and making him want to knock me out, he thought to himself. A voice echoed in the small room.

Nice to see you've woken up. I'll be right in with your dinner. It couldn't have been more than two minutes later, that the door was shoved open, and Callaghan came in. In his hands, was a small plate of food. The food was steaming, and its tantalizing smell caused Hiro's mouth to water.

"I didn't know you knew how to cook," Hiro remarked cheekily.

"I taught myself how, after my wife died," he said shortly. Hiro noticed that he had come without his mask this time. "Are you hungry?"

"What do you think?" Hiro deadpanned.

"Well, I'll just be sitting here waiting for you to make me a transmitter," Callaghan said. "Once you get some good progress going, I'll let you eat some of this food."

"In your dreams, Callaghan," Hiro rolled his eyes. He made eye contact with the professor, and glared harshly. Callaghan simply returned the eye contact with a neutral expression. This time, he wasn't going to let the boy get to him. It must have been at least two minutes that they maintained eye contact, with Hiro finally breaking it out of discomfort.

"I just want you to know, that I will outlast you, Hiro," Callaghan said, sounding dead serious. "Even if it means you die of hunger."

"What good am I to you dead?" Hiro scoffed.

"Hunger does strange things to a person's mind, Hiro. You'll build me a transmitter long before your death. Trust me, I studied human psychology in college." If looks could kill… Hiro thought to himself.

"When Tadashi finds me, you'll regret this," Hiro growled.

"I think you mean if Tadashi finds you," Callaghan corrected him.

"I would rather die than do anything for you."

"That can be arranged, Hiro," Callaghan said darkly.

"You know, Callaghan," Hiro said. "You were my idol once. I looked up to you; wanted to be like you. When Tadashi brought me to SFIT for the first time," his voice cracked, and he cleared his throat in order to be able to keep talking. "I met you, a-and I knew that I had to go there. I thought if I could only impress you with my tech, that maybe I could finally do something with my life that challenged me. Something meaningful. When you told me I was accepted into the school, I felt, almost validated. Like I had talent that could do good in the world, just like Tadashi. Was it all an act, Callaghan?" he questioned. "Did I really have the best tech, or did I just have the tech that worked best with your plan?" The hurt was evident in his voice, but it did nothing to bring the professor to feel compassion.

"Let me guess, Hiro," Callaghan said coldly. "You've been told all your life that you're amazing. You're a genius, and if you put that genius to good use, you can accomplish anything," Callaghan laced his voice with cutting sarcasm. "Well let me tell you something, Hiro. There are hundreds of thousands of other young prodigies just like you who think they can make something of themselves, and you know what? Most of them will end up flipping hamburgers at a fast food restaurant, utterly alone in life." The look of shock on Hiro's face spurred him on. "So you know what, Hiro. In order to be fair to you, I'm going to be brutally honest with you. Do I think your 'talents' will take you far in life? No. Your miniature robots are neat toys for teenagers, with nothing better to do in their free time, but let's be honest, no one's going to use them for 'architecture,' or 'transportation'." Hiro tried not to let the words get to him, but his face betrayed his pain. "Face it Hiro, you are going to go through life stuck in the shadow of your older brother, and no one will remember you after you die." Callaghan knew the words he was speaking were harsh, and that most of them were lies, but he didn't care. Maybe now he could finally break the boy's strong spirit. "Now, why don't we end this useless chatter, and you can build me a transmitter, so that I can release you back to your miserable little existence in the city of San Fransokyo, and I can finally destroy Al- someone," Callaghan caught himself before revealing the name of his enemy. Hiro hung his head. He was a failure, and the only thing he'd ever be good at, is creating messes for everyone around him. He knew one thing for sure. He was stubborn, and would never make Callaghan anything. He stayed silent.

"Get working," Callaghan said sounding mildly irritated.

"Not on your life," Hiro replied, his voice firm. He wasn't expecting the harsh slap on the side of his face, but recovered quickly nonetheless, feeling indignant. "Do you really think a slap on the face is going to convince me to do what you want?" Callaghan hit a button on a small hand held remote, and Hiro's legs were released from his chair. He lept up, determined to defend himself, but stood up too quickly, and for a few seconds, his head spun, due to the lack of food and water. The few seconds were all Callaghan needed to fling him up against one of the walls of the small room. Hiro bit back a cry of pain, as his back made violent contact with the metal. He looked up to see the professor looming over him.

"No," he whispered, as Callaghan raised his fist. Hiro's cries were lost in the small room, falling only on metal walls, and Callaghan's deaf ears.

Light was fading, as Wasabi drove his van in search of GoGo. Tadashi sat shotgun, and Fred and Honey Lemon sat in the back, and Baymax flew alongside them. Tadashi tapped his leg impatiently. They had been driving for hours with no sign of her, and now, it was starting to rain.

"Maybe I should fly ahead with Baymax," he blurted out. I could see better from up there, and-"

"Tadashi," Wasabi looked over at him. "No," he put his hand up as Tadashi tried to protest. "Look," he sighed. "I know you're worried about her, but we said we'd find her together." Tadashi sighed loudly, and rubbed his face with his hands.

"I know, sorry." Neither Fred nor Honey Lemon had said anything for a while, and when Tadashi looked up at Honey Lemon, he made the observation that she looked to be praying or something. Fred looked sad, and nervous, and Tadashi thought back to a conversation he'd had with Fred a while ago.

"Hey Tadashi, um, do you think that I would be any girls' 'type'," he had asked one day.

"I- guess so," he finally said, caught slightly off guard by the nature of the question.

"W-what about someone who loves science, and going really fast?" he asked. It suddenly dawned on Tadashi. Fred liked GoGo.

Fred had made him promise not to tell anyone, and Tadashi had stayed true to his word, not even telling Hiro or Honey Lemon. Wasabi stopped the car suddenly. Tadashi looked out the front windshield, to see GoGo. She was on her knees, at the edge of a pier. Wasabi shut the car off, and spoke quietly.

"We found her."

"Let me go talk to her first," Tadashi said. "I have to apologize." The others murmured their consent. He exited the car, and slowly approached GoGo. When he got closer, he realized her shoulders were shaking as though she was crying.

"GoGo," he said quietly, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Are you all right?"

"Go away Tadashi," she said. "Just go away!" She was definitely crying, and Tadashi gently squeezed her shoulder in a manner that was supposed to be comforting. GoGo got up, and started to leave, but Tadashi stopped her, grabbing her arm. She hissed in pain at the contact. Concerned, Tadashi turned her to face him. In the dusk he could just make out the hurt portrayed on her face. When he looked down, he gasped in surprise. Her wrists were torn and bloody.

"What happened," he whispered.

"I said, 'go away,'" GoGo hissed.

"No," Tadashi insisted. "Please come with us. We found Hiro, and we need your help rescuing him."

"You don't need me," she said. "I'll just mess it up. Just like I mess everything up."

"That's not true," he protested. "Look, it was wrong of me to blame you for Hiro's kidnapping, and I'm really sorry. GoGo, we're going to go get him, and everything will be okay."

"Why are you always so freakishly optimistic?" GoGo shouted. "Nothing is okay right now, and it's all my fault. Stop trying to make excuses for me, and make the situation seem better than it is!" She broke down into tears again, and her voice lowered to a whisper. "Please, just beat me. It's what I deserve." Tadashi knelt down next to her.

"No one deserves to be hurt," he said gently. He tilted her chin so that she was looking at him. "GoGo, you are amazing. You are tough, fierce, and beautiful. You got Hiro out of the building at prom when he felt claustrophobic. You did exactly what I would have done, and I promise you, I'm not blaming you for anything," he paused, again glancing at her wrists. "GoGo, did you do this to your wrists?" The young woman nodded reluctantly.

"I'm sorry," she said. Tadashi brought her into his arms.

"Don't apologize," he murmured fiercely. "Just promise me that next time you feel like hurting yourself, you'll talk to one of us first. Even if it's 1:00 in the morning. Call me."

"Okay," she mumbled, her voice muffled by his sweater.

"Now come on," he said. "Let's get in the car out of this rain." GoGo pulled away and wiped her eyes. She took a deep breath, and rose to go to the van parked behind them.

"Tadashi?" she called.

"Yes?"

"Thanks."

"Anytime," he replied sincerely. "Anytime."

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