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ditzydisaster13 · 1 year ago

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Blood Runs Hot

For anyone familiar with my previous posts related to big hero 6, I have a 1shots book in progress on another account (link and or account name provided to those who ask). So if you want, here’s some angst.

Before anyone reads this chapter, I understand that I’m like really late to the game or whatever. And by that, I mean that I understand that Big Hero 6 as well as its characters belong to Disney and Marvel respectively. And the fact that it came out in 2014.

However, as of recently. I’ve become obsessed. To the point of watching the film at least once a week, typically every other day if I can, quoting specific moments a little too perfectly, and having the ability to notice things nobody else would make connections to without my outside knowledge. I’ve watched the movie loads. The Baymax series is a great 6 episode spin off. And the BH6 series is something I’m currently watching. Baymax dream shorts are funny, and I’ll soon get to the mini-series.

As for my stories, please be prepared for many levels of angst. Each Chapter, unless mentioned, will have no relations to the chapter or AU before it. Or the characters (canon character do not apply to the information) and will typically follow the canon plot line with minor details absent or changed. Some will have Tadashi alive, a discovery that takes place after the movie. And sometimes the movie just plays out as normal. As always, I fully recommend watching at the least the movie before diving into this book. But I hope you enjoy it regardless.

And as always, any characters continuously used, unless said otherwise, belong to marvel and Disney. Such as. Hiro Hamada, Tadashi, Baymax, Cass, Mochi, Fred, Wasabi, Honeylemon, Gogo, Judy, Krei, Yama, Callaghan, and Abigail. As well as characters from the series like, Granville, Obake, Karmi, Megan, Noodle Burger boy, Globby, Felony Carl, Momokase, Liv Amara and Diane/Di Amara, Minimax, Richardson Mole, Barron von Steamer, supersonic sue, and others.

-> Basically, any names you don’t recognize, probably belong to one of the many OCs I have planned for this book. I also like last names, so look out for that.

A few more things before I start the book. Most are 1shots, and few have multiple parts. As many as 6 possible parts and as few as 1. For the sake of 1shots. Each chapter will be properly titled, in a way that doesn’t say too much, summarized through a series of tabs, given an Angst rating of 1-10 as the book title suggests, and then the ending will contain room for a quote, an authors note, the word count; room for suggestions of later chapters, and a goodbye with a nickname that relates to this book specifically.

[ Blood Runs Hot: Big Hero 6, Angst, Angst shot, Hiro Hamada, Fredrick (Fred) Fredrickson, Fredmelion, Tadashi has past, Set slightly after movie Au, regrets, fire, adrenaline, loss, catching up with mentality, fears, anxiety, 6 out of 10, reminders, hiro realizes he’s not a fan of fire, regrets Fred’s costume, weirdly wise words]

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Hiro Hamada is an Idiot. Well, technically, he’s a genius. But for the moment, he’s feeling really stupid. Like big time. Air had become harder to breath since he realized. The fire…

And he started ignoring all his friends. His phone still pinged with unread messages. Buzzing from his desk as he simply laid in bed. A relapse. Of the depressive rut he had been thrown into when Tadashi died.

Well it was back full force.

Ever since the adrenaline wore off…

Hiro had realized something. Something fairly important. And now that his brain has fully registering what all of this means. That this was pretty much his fault. He couldn’t take it. Couldn’t face his friends.

God damnit! He really let himself get this far. This far. Blindly. Without sight. Why had he gotten so angry? It was all back to the fire. Fire. All of it.

Honeylemon had left him multiple messages. Majority of them asking if he was okay or if he wanted to talk. “Hiro. We all love you Hiro. I’m not the only one who’s worried. Please talk to us about this. I’m sure we can solve whatever it is.” That one message spoke to him.

He wasn’t actually reading the messages. Never even opened the app. Just skimming the texts as the notifications appeared on the screen of his phone. Hiro sped his way through Gogo’s messages next. A surprising amount of concern showing through the few messages the girl sent. Phrases such as how worried honey is. How he doesn’t have to deal with it alone. How Callaghan was in jail. To stop beating himself up. And “Whatever it is kid, you’ve got us to talk to.”

That one caused him to tear up. Like it was clawing at his chest. His breathe came out in stutters. Hiro blinked past the water in his eyes, how it tickled his cheeks and wetted his eyelashes. How it bubbled up in his throat as a barely strangled sob. He went on to Wasabi’s messages. Kind ones. About spaces and time. Hugs and coping. Hiro laughed when Wasabi had said he could throw things through his laser induced plasma. “Maybe cutting things up inti thin little pieces will make you feel better. The apple was pretty cool” the man even went as far as to recommend a therapist, at least an online one he could message, to help him through this.

Hiro blinked and looked around his room. Empty. Silence aside from his crying. Cass was downstairs giving him his space. But he really just wanted a hug. Hiro glanced at his phone and then turned to watch as his hand almost uncontrollably fished around in his pocket. The decision ti do so, not within his memory. Tadashi’s chip. Green and gold. Tiny wires and circuit boards. And the little smile face with the stethoscope. Baymax.

Hiro wanted a hug. From Cass would be nice. Baymax would be awesome. But that marshmallow doctor robot wasn’t with Hiro to hug him and pat his head saying “There there”. But most of all, Hiro just wanted Tadashi. Not just to see him in dreams or night mares or memories. As an angel or a ghost. Even as some sort of weird hallucination. Hiro at this point doesn’t care how real any of it is. But he knows he doesn’t wanna wake up from it, and barely remember a thing.

Hiro blames himself. For Tadashi’s death. Maybes two weeks earlier, Tadashi had been trying to keep Hiro out of the bot fights. Hiro had gotten locked up in jail for a night and Cass had gotten him and Tadashi, poor Tadashi had been roped into Hiro’s mess, in the late hours of the evening. Cass had told them off and Tadashi had done his job as the older brother and gave him some wise words. Hiro had tried to go to another bot fight. His third that night. Tadashi had tried, to get a point into his little brother’s brain. Hiro wasn’t listening. And he fell for Tadashi’s trick. Hiro met new people, and he learned of his opportunities. But if he never did bot fighting. If he never made his product based off of megabot. If he never made those stupid microbots. A way for the villain to survive the fire. Tadashi went to save the bad guy. Like he always did. But he clearly never knew that Hiro was also among the villains. Clearly. Or Hiro would never would have added fire to the fight. Why did he have to get so angry?

Why hadn’t he thought to put up more fight with Fred? Hiro basically turned the blonde into an alien-dragon. A flame thrower. And Hiro’s blood felt like it was boiling. Self pity bubbling through hiss veins. As he sit in his bed, disgusted with himself, teeth clenched and hot tears running down his face. Hiro was sick of himself.

But he can’t be mad at Fred. He’d been selfish and angry. Blind. Crazy. So sure that somehow, taking down Callaghan would bring back Tadashi. Hiro had been running on an adrenaline high when he made the hero suits. Hiro had been made that Tadashi was gone. That his brother was trying to be the hero. Tadashi was a good guy. But for some reason in all of his selfish anger, Hiro never saw the red of the flames that caused Tadashi’s demise in the first place. Hiro blames himself. He never should have made Fred a superhero flamethrower. But Hiro was now scared of the flames.

Hiro can’t blame Fred. Or really himself at this point. Hiro has the rights to be upset. Maybe even upset with himself. But it won’t fix anything. Or change the past. letting his emotions bottle up and over flow worked so well last time. His blood ran hot. And then cold. Like his own body temperature was fighting with him. It sucked. He could cry. And scream. And sob. And nothing would happen anyways. Being upset wasn’t the answer. The fire didn’t really take Tadashi away. Hiro had just given up on the fact that he was still there. He knows there will always be living parts of Tadashi. Nothing would do much good. But Hiro could try to do better. So he went ahead and messaged Fred back.

“We have to talk”

It was a short and simple message. Hiro saw that Fred had read it. Fred would surely tell the others. That’s okay. He was ready. This would be his confession.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Quote: What Fire does not destroy, it hardens -Oscar Wild •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Authors note: Hey guys. As I said earlier, I understand that I was late when I decided “Hey, I wanna write BH6 FanFiction!” And as always it was made into an angst. I hope to post every Thursday, my time, and I hope you will enjoy these future chapters. As of now, I have over 100 summaries of chapters and ideas. This, in the beginning, was what I hoped to be a shorter book, maybe 60 chapters at most. But it’s easy to see this will likely end up with double. So I hope you can bare with me for as long as this book takes.

Many thanks. Feel free to leave suggestions here:

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Word count(including basically everything above): 1711 Hope you liked the chapter Microbots (it’s a nickname) see y’a next chapter! Post date/quotev: Thursday September • 21st • 2023

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rocksandrobots · 3 years ago

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Phantoms of the Past: Ch. 10 - Family, Friends, and Feuds

Varian finished dumping the last of the damaged parts into the trash bin. He paused in his clean up and took an assessment of his lab.

He would have to replace both the computer and the controls. The frame of the portal itself could probably be patched up, though. He'll most certainly need new wires however.

Varian was just deciding if he needed to replace the generator or not when he heard a voice behind him.

"Hi there pal."

Varian turned around and saw Richardson Mole standing in the doorway.

"Mole? What are you doing here?"

"I had my chauffeur drop me off. I figured we could get lunch together and decide what costumes we're going to wear to the Professor What convention."

"Professor Wha-? Oh! oh, oh, the convention... I'm sorry Mole, I completely forgot about that... ummm... I've been really busy lately.... What is a convention anyways?"

"Only the best thing ever!" Mole enthused. "It's when like minded people gather together for a three day party. There's costume contests, games, rare collector items, celebrity meet and greets, oh, oh, and Ann Toyota, Sue's actress, is going to be there this year! We can get autographs!"

"Ah, gee, that does sound fun, but I don't know if I'll have the tim-"

"Ooooo, and I didn't even mention the best part." Mole interjected. "I got us exclusive VIP passes for the temporary props museum. The EBC has loaned some of the series most iconic props for display, including a for real, robotic Delak that they use on set in the newest seasons! We get to meet a Delak in person and the props designer is going to be on hand to show us how it works!"

Mole squealed in delight. Varian however was less enthusiastic. Not because he didn't think the events described weren't cool, but because couldn't stop the pain of guilt stabbing him in the chest.

"Y-you already bought us both tickets?"

"Yeah, of course! I'll tell you the itinerary over lunch. Do you want Yaki Taco or Noodle Burger?"

Varian debated with himself as he felt the pit of his stomach drop. He was supposed to meet up with Hiro after school to work on the time machine, and he was sure his brother would want to keep working on it all through the weekend.

"Uh... tacos?" He hesitantly said. "But I do need to be back here by-"

"Oh don't worry, I'll have my chauffeur drop you back off. Come on, he's parked out front." With that Mole hurried off, excitedly going on about his plans.

Varian took one last doubtful look at the busted portal before following after his friend.

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"Thanks for buying me lunch." Carol told Fred. "I must have left my wallet at the frat house by accident."

"Oh that's alright. You can pay me back later." Fred said, as he picked up a cheesy taco.

Carol leaned in closer across the table with a wide mischievous smile, "Oh well, I may not have the money for a while. Perhaps there's something else I can do to pay you back?" She batted her eyelashes and her smile grew even wider.

Fred screwed up his face as he thought the matter over. "Hmmm… do you have any hairspray then?"

"Ha-hairspray?" Carol stumbled, the smile falling away.

"Yeah! The Professor What convention is this weekend and I thought about going as the Third Professor and he wears his hair up in this 60s bouffant. So I need some hairspray to get the look down. Do you got any I can borrow?"

"Uhhh… sure?"

"Great! Then we'll call it even!" Fred blissfully grinned from ear to ear, and Carol could only return it with a sprained smile of her own and a halfhearted thumbs up.

She despondently picked at her food as Fred continued gorging himself, completely ignorant of her feelings. Varian was right, she thought, she had to be even more obvious than she had previously realized.

"Are you going to finish that?" Fred asked as he pointed at her untouched nachos.

"Help yourself," She slid the plate towards him as she tried to think of a new tactic, "You know, Fred, I was thinking, maybe you and I could, I don't know, hang out more often? Maybe, go out, some place, you know, together?"

There. How much more forward could you get?

Fred blankly stared at her as he slowly took a bite out of a nacho. "Yooou, mean you wanna go to the convention with us?"

Carol could only stare blankly back at him. "Who's 'us'?"

"Oh, me, Varian, and I guess whoever wants to go."

"Excuse you, but Varian and I are going to the convention, Fredrickson." A voice interrupted, "You can just go by yourself."

"Richardson Mole." Fred snarled at the kid who had just joined them at the booth.

Carol looked back and forth between him and the short smug pre-teen. Then she looked behind her to see Varian standing awkwardly to the side shuffling his feet.

"Am I missing something?" She asked.

"Richardson Mole, my dear lady," The kid introduced himself, "and who might you be?"

"Uh...Carol."

"What an enchanting name. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Mole offered his hand to shake, but before she could return it Fred jumped up and moved between them.

"No! Un-uh. No way! You're not stealing Carol too!"

Varian faked a cough to gain his attention. "Freeeed" He groaned through his teeth.

Fred relented and sat back down with huff.

Mole snickered. "What's the matter Fred? Afraid I'll sweep your girl off her feet?"

"No, I'm not afraid." Fred mimicked, clearly annoyed.

"Not even a little bit?" Carol teased hopefully.

Fred took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he recited what sounded like a practiced speech. "Carol is free to spend time with whomever she wants to and I am man enough to accept that. (Even if it is with my mortal enemy.) I will not make a scene, and I will respect my friends choices."

Varian nodded enthusiastically at this and gave Fred an encouraging two thumbs up. Only to quickly drop his hands and start whistling when Carol caught him doing so.

As for Carol herself, she didn't know what was going on and was only getting more confused by the minute.

"Well that's very mature of you, Frederickson." Mole congratulated. "Especially since she could no doubt do better than you."

"She could not!" Fred snapped unthinkingly.

"Guys, guys, this is ridiculous," Varian interjected. "Why don't we all just go to the convention together? I mean we're already going to all be there anyways-"

"And hang out Fred all day!? Not likely!" Mole protested and crossed his arms and turned his back to them.

"I'm with Mole on this one." Fred also crossed his arms as he snooted his nose into the air. "You couldn't pay me to hang out with my arch nemesis."

Varian looked between his two obstinate friends before sighing and casting his gaze upwards in exasperation.

Carol pulled him to one side. "Are they brothers, or something?" She whispered.

"'Or something'," Varian rolled his eyes. "It's a long story. Sorry they tried to drag you into this."

Carol only shrugged, "Eh, I've been there. Who hasn't fought with their family before?" Then she excitedly nudged Varian with her elbow. "Did ya hear? He's jealous. I'll crack through that loveable thick skull of his yet."

They walked back over to Fred and Mole, who both had started an impromptu staring contest.

"Well, I better get going." Carol proclaimed. "I got homework to take care of. You boys have fun at your convention."

She picked up her text books and walked over towards Fred.

"You'll come over later to the house, won't you Fred? That way I can, 'pay you back'." She said with a sly smile as she rubbed her hand through his hair.

"Uh-huh, sure." He said distractedly, his eyes still locked on his oldest foe.

Despite this, Carol's smile only grew wider with satisfaction at his agreement. She cheerily waved at the three of them as she left. "Bye Varian, and it was nice meeting you Mole."

"Yeah, nice meeting you too." Mole called after, though he still didn't look away from Fred as he did so.

Varian waved goodbye to Carol and then proceeded to watch his friends' staring contest with disapproval. After a full minute of neither boy giving ground Varian decided to intercede again.

"Look, you two can't keep doing this every time we hang out. You don't like each other, I get it, but I'm friends with both of you and I would like to spend time with both of you; so could you bury the hatchet for just once?"

He stepped in between them, ending the contest.

"No can do, compadre." Fred said.

"Yeah, either he goes or I go." Mole agreed.

"But why?" Varian shouted in frustration.

"Listen, Varian. I promised to respect your decision to hang out with Mole, and I do respect it, but there's just too much bad blood between me and Mole. You gotta choose one of us to go with."

"Fred's right." Mole said. "It's your decision and we'll recognize whoever you choose. Though I would like to mention that I had gotten us backstage by tickets to meet with Ann Toyota herself."

"No fair! You can't just bribe him like that!" Fred protested.

"I just did. Also I had already bought the tickets. Besides, what do you care? You don't even like Sue."

"Sue's fine. All I said was that I liked Tanni more. I think she makes for a better assistant for the Professor, that's all."

Mole rolled his eyes at that. "You would. Tanni is a spoiled precocious brat in the show."

"Oh, and you would know all about being brat wouldn't you?"

Mole gasped. "You take that back!" He shouted as he poked Fred in the chest.

Varian gave up and decided to go order himself some lunch before it got too late.

But as he made his way to the counter Fred stopped him.

"If you go with me, I'll let you drive the sports car again."

"Now who's bribing who!?" Mole shouted indignantly. "I'll throw in a new chemistry set."

"Oh yeah, well I'll buy you your own sports car. How's that!?"

"Oooooh, you're good." Mole conceited.

"I know." Fred smugly replied.

"Ok, I'll raise you two sports cars and a yacht." Mole told Varian.

"I'll take that bet and add, oh, hmmm, two plane tickets to everywhere you want to go. You can take Honey Lemon out on another date. I hear Japan is nice this time of year."

"Guys, no! I don't want you to buy me anything. I would just lik-"

"Oh I see, you're playing hardball so you can get the best deal. I can respect that." Mole said, before turning to Fred. "May the best man win, Fredrickson."

"You're on." Fred agreed and they both shook on it.

Varian could only groan in response.

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Hiro was just analyzing the busted hardware inside the physics lab when Varian burst through the door.

"Sorry! Sorry, I'm late. Mole insisted on stopping by the comic store." He huffed out of breath.

"It's okay." Hiro assured, "I was just seeing if there were any micro chips we could recover from the debris. If we're to reverse engineer the process we'll need all the data we can gather."

"D-do you think that's even possible?"

"I........ It has to be."

"Hiro, I understand how much this means to you, and I promise I'll help you in any way that I can..... but this might be a long shot."

Varian rested a hand on Hiro's shoulder.

"I-I know, but I've to try. What do you need to get the portal working like it was?"

Varian sighed, "Well, I'll need new power cables, I'll have to re-patch the portal itself, build a whole new control panel, but the most difficult part will be reprogramming the new computers. I do however have the equations recorded in my journal."

"Great, let's start on the re-patch. We can borrow the stuff from the welders class next door and-"

"Hey guys, what are you up to?" Fred interrupted.

"Hey, Fred. We're just fixing the portal." Hiro explained.

"Cool, cool," Fred nodded before shuffling inside and throwing an arm around Varian's shoulders. "Soooo how's my bestest buddy?"

Varian raised an eyebrow. "I'm fine... you just saw me at lunch."

"That's nice to hear," Fred said, clearly indicating that he hadn't actually been listening. "Anyways, guess what I got."

"What." Varian sighed.

"Two tickets to tonight's wrestling match, plus backstage passes. Wanna come?"

"Fred, I would like to but I'm bu-"

"Wait, I'll throw in a uh... uh... free food at the concessions!"

"I think Fred really wants to go to the match." Hiro said, amused.

"Why not ask Honey Lemon?" Varian deflected.

"Uh.. she's, uh, busy with midterms?" Fred floundered.

"Midterms? School just started, Fred." came Hiro's confused response.

"Is this about your dumb feud with Mole?" Varian groaned.

"Nooooo" Fred lied. "I just wanted to have fun with my good friend, Varian, so that he'll remember how great it is to hang out together and go with me to the convention instead of boring old Mole."

Varian gave Fred an 'I'm done with this' glare, while Hiro just blinked in confusion.

Fred panicked and dropped to his knees, grabbing Varian's legs and hugging his feet.

"Oh pleease! Pretty, pretty pleeease!"

Varian looked to Hiro for help.

"It's fine, you two can go if you want. I'll just salvage what I can here tonight and we'll meet up again tomorrow."

"You-You're sure?" Varian asked.

Hiro nodded yes.

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The next day, Hiro and Varian sat inside the upstairs bedroom exchanging notes. They had books splayed out on the bed, papers and blueprints covered the desk and computer, and Baymax dutifully held up a schematic of the portal.

"So according to this mockup of the previous coordinates, it looks like I'll be able to run a simulated test using your equations. We just need a control for the experiment." Hiro said.

"Wouldn't that just be the present?" Varian asked.

Hiro shook his head. "No, because the 'present' is always changing."

Varian mulled over this problem. "I... I guess we need to pick a single time and place.. something easy to recreate?"

"Like what?'

Varian was going to answer when a knock came from the door, and Aunt Cass entered.

"Hi, boys. How's the homework coming?"

"It's going fine Aunt Cass" Hiro nervously answered as he started stuffing papers away.

If she noticed her nephew's cageyness, she didn't say. "Varian, your friend Richardson is here."

"Hi, guys!" Mole popped up from behind Aunt Cass and waved at them.

Both boys were surprised to see him.

"Hi, Mole." Hiro said, confused.

"Hey, Mole." Came Varian's tired response.

"Oooh, I'll fix you boys some snacks. How does pizza bagels sound?"

"Sounds great, Miss Templeton." Mole agreed and Aunt Cass cheerfully left to go prepare the food. "You boys have fun now."

"So whatcha up to?" Mole asked as he studied the schematic that Baymax held.

"We're building a time machine to sa-"

Hiro interrupted Baymax by jumping up and running in between the robot and the pre-teen.

"We're just, uh, writing a… science fiction story." He lied.

"Oh, really!?" Mole enthusiastically asked. "Oh what kind of time travel are you using? Paradoxical, stable time loops; I personally prefer stories that utilize alternative universes effectively. Make everything canon all at once, you know."

"Ummm…." Hiro blanked out and looked to Varian for help.

"What brings you by, Mole?" Varian asked, changing the subject.

"I'm glad you asked, bestie." Mole said. "I just bought the newest Street Kombat game. I thought we could play it together."

"The new one for the Y-Box5?" Hiro asked, confused. "That doesn't even come out for another month."

"I know a guy." Mole smugly said.

"That's cool and all Mole, but we don't have a Y-Box to play it on." Varian said.

"You do now." Mole gave a wink. "My chauffeur is already setting it up in the living room as we speak. You're welcome."

Hiro and Varian just stood there dumbfounded.

Mole's eager grin grew even wider at their speechlessness. "I'll race you downstairs. First two to reach the controllers get to play the first match."

Before either boy could answer, Mole was hurrying out the door.

"I-I didn't invite him." Varian defended as soon as the other boy was gone. "I didn't know he was going to do all this."

"No. It's okay." Hiro sighed and started to put the papers and notes away. "Who wouldn't want a free Y-Box?"

Varian only stared at him with worried eyes.

Hiro gave him a reassuring smile. "Let me clean up and Baymax and I will join you later."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, you and Mole can play the first match, then I'll kick both your butts the next round."

"Okay, but we might not be so easily defeated." Varian joked and then headed down stairs. He didn't see Hiro's frown as he closed the door behind him, nor did he notice his brother staring forlornly at Tadashi's side of the room.

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Thus it went, all week long. Varian kept being interrupted by Fred and Mole in turn, each coming up with ever more ridiculous bribes and crazy shenanigans.

Fred jumped out of the dumpster while Varian was carrying out the trash and offered to do all of Varian's chores around the Lucky Cat. Mole hired a world class physicist to do Varian's homework. Only for Varian to teach the doctor a thing or three on dark matter. Fred staged an impromptu sports car race at his house, before the Police showed up to stop him because he failed to fill out the correct paperwork. Mole had set up a carnival at the school grounds, only to be run off by Professor Granville. That was a 'fun' conversion Varian had to have with the Dean.

Each subsequent stunt would further embarrass and annoy Varian. Only he had no way to communicate his frustration without feeling guilty. How did you tell someone who was doing nice things for you to stop doing nice things for you?

But the worst part was how he kept letting Hiro down. Every time they tried to work on the portal, either Fred or Mole would interrupt and drag Varian away.

Hiro had been as patient as he could, but Varian could sense that his brother was increasingly becoming irritated at his excuses.

"Sorry, I'm late." Varian huffed as he ran into the lab, "I... Fred, he-"

"Let me guess, Fred wanted you to fly to Hawaii with him to go surfing." Hiro snarked.

Varian sighed in defeat. "It was Mexico, and it was parasailing"

Hiro only looked at him with disapproval.

"I didn't ask to go!" Varian defended.

"Yeah, but you didn't say 'no' either."

"How could I? He'd already rented out the less-"

"I don't care, Varian. You made a promise and thus far you've taken every and any excuse you can to avoid keeping it!"

"That's not true, I-"

"Isn't it?! You could just tell Fred and Mole 'no' at any time. It's not like you're shy about saying it. Forget it. I already know that you're against the idea. I'll save Tadashi by myself if I have to."

"Hiro wait..."

"I don't want to hear it, Varian. If you don't want to help, then fine, but don't pretend like you care."

"Hiro..." Varian called after him but Hiro was already out the door. "Hiro!"

Varian gave up and slumped in his office chair. Hiro's words cut deeper than he knew.

As Varian stewed, Fred and Mole burst through the lab's door.

"Ok Varian, final offer." Fred said. "You go with me to the convention and I'll get you seasonal passes to see all your favorite Broadway musicals for a year; private jet included."

"Pfft. Is that the best you got Frederickson?" Mole snorted. "Go with me and I'll pay you a million dollars."

Varian only gave them a hard cold stare.

Mole backed away quickly and Fred's stomach dropped. He knew that glare.

"Uh... is everything okay, buddy?" He nervously laughed.

"No." Varian said simply, lightly. The cavalier tone to his voice contrasted sharply with his challenging demeanor. "No, everything's not okay, Fred, and no I'm not going to the convention."

"Not going? B-but I already bought the tickets." Mole whined. "We were going to see a Delak, and meet Sue, and, a-and…"

"Well you can still do those things, just without me." Varian stood up from the chair and made to leave. "Give the tickets to someone else, or go by yourselves. I don't care, but from now on leave me out of your stupid feud. Now if you excuse me, I need to go and fix something. Don't bother calling, I'll be busy all weekend."

With that, he slammed the door shut, leaving a dumbstruck Fred and Mole behind.

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Carol heard the doorbell as she finished putting on the last of her make-up. She smacked her lips as she put away the lip-gloss and gave one last look at herself in the mirror.

Fred had called earlier to say he was coming over, no doubt to borrow her hair spray as he had previously requested. Well, it wasn't like he had to leave right away, now did he?

She admired the silky pastel negligee she wore and the way it cut off at just the right place along her thighs. If this didn't catch his attention nothing will.

"I'll get it!" She called out to her roommates as she threw on a short matching robe, just to feign modesty with, before running down stairs.

"Hello Fred," She cooed as she threw open the door. She batted her eyes and struck what she thought was a sexy pose, but Fred never even looked at her.

"Hi." He mumbled.

Fred looked tired, deflated, and dejected. As if someone had told him his favorite comic book had been cancelled. Carol was momentarily tripped up.

"Uh, t-the hair spray is up stairs if you want me to go get it?" She offered helpfully.

"Oh what does it matter?" Fred bemoaned. "I've ruined everything."

He slumped over to the couch and cradled his chin in his hands as he flopped down. He stared off into the distance, at nothing in particular, as he pouted.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"Varian got mad and now he isn't coming to the convention." He whined.

"Awe, I'm sorry, boo." Carol said sympathetically as she took a seat next to him and gave him a hug. "I hate that y'all ain't getting alone. What are you two fighting about?"

"Mole."

"Mole?... You mean your little cousin? What about him?"

"We were trying to get him to choose one of us to go to the convention with and it blew up in our faces." Fred explained, failing to clarify that Mole was in fact not his cousin.

"But I thought you were all going together?"

"Well we were … sort of… only not actually together. You see, Mole and I have been rivals since we were little, and we compete over everything. I mean, everything . I guess we took it too far this time."

"That sounds like me and my cousin. Little Miss 'I got straight As and all you have a DUI'. It was one time Patricia!"

"Yeeeesss, thank you. Finally, someone who gets it."

"Have you told Varian how you feel?"

"Well yeah, but he still wants to be friends with Mole and I've learned to accept that, but.."

"Have you?"

"What?"

"Well have you really learned to accept that if you're asking him to choose between y'all? I mean, I don't talk to Pat if I can help it, but I still show up to Thanksgiving dinner whether she's there or not. I mean it's not like we can ask grandma to pick a favorite."

Fred considered this for a moment. "You know, when you're right, you're right, Carol."

Carol proudly beamed at the compliment.

"Well now that’s sorted," She said as she scooted closer to him. "Why don't we go up stairs and I 'pay you back' like I promised."

"Oh sorry, but plans have changed. I need to see Gogo instead." Fred said as he stood back up and made to leave.

"Gogo?" Carol echoed as she remained on the couch.

"Yeah, who else can arrange a meeting with Mole?" Fred stated, as if this was the most obvious answer. He opened the door and Carol hurried after. "Thanks Carol. You're the best. You've been a big help. Oh, and don't worry about paying me back for the tacos. What are friends for after all?"

He gave her a huge disarming grin before running off.

Carol watched him go from the doorway, unsure if she had made any progress or not but ultimately deciding that it didn't matter. He was still cute and sweet, and he genuinely cared about people. She considered being called his friend a win.

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"Hey, c-can I come in?" Varian asked as he peeked behind the bedroom door.

Hiro looked up from his work long enough to give him an annoyed glare before turning back to his equations.

Varian took Hiro's outright lack of a 'no' as permission and timidly entered.

Hiro still ignored him.

"I am sensing high levels of stress due to anxiety." Baymax said. "Varian, have you remembered to take your medication today?"

"Yes, Baymax." Varian reassured. He still didn't like that the doctor had prescribed the meds in the first place but he had dutifully taken the 'mood-stablizers' as Dr. Brown called it daily as requested. If nothing else then to get Baymax and Aunt Cass to shut up about it.

"Baymax, what did I say?" Hiro reprimanded.

"Oh, Yes." Baymax turned back to Varian to repeat his orders. "We are ignoring you, same as how you ignored us."

"Oh real mature Hiro, getting your pet robot to speak for you."

"Baymax?"

"Hiro says that he does not need you and that we will save Tadashi on our own."

Varian gave Hiro a hurt look, but Hiro ignored it.

"However, I do not think this is true." Baymax continued. "We do need you and saving Tadashi is theoretically impossible."

"Baymax!" Hiro whined.

"I am sorry, but I have done the math. There is no way to save Tadashi."

"Oh but time traveling ninjas and kids from alternate worlds who fall out of the sky are?" Hiro shouted back.

"I am concerned that your mental health will suffer should we fail, and failure is the most probable outcome."

Hiro groaned before sinking his head into his hands.

"I think it can be done." Varian quietly said.

Hiro looked up at him in surprise.

"It's not failure that I'm worried about." Varian counited. "It's succeeding."

"Why?" Hiro asked, confused now.

" If we get it right, and we do invent time travel, then I just don't know what will happen afterwards."

"You're still scared the universe will explode?"

"Uh, yeah! Not to mention… other things."

"What other things?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes, it matters! If you're going to go back on your promise then I deserve to at least know why."

Varian sighed. "I know you think of us as 'brothers', but we're not, not really, and Tadashi doesn't even know me… what happens when he comes back?"

"What do you mean 'what happens'? We'll all be a family again. That's what happens."

"See? Right there. There's no 'again' for me, Hiro. This is all new to me, and don't really belong here in San Fansoyko-"

"Stop saying that! Of course you belong here! Do you think we're just going to dump you or something?"

Varian didn't answer.

"Y-you… you really think that, don't you?" Hiro pressed.

Varian didn't meet his gaze. "You wouldn't do it on purpose, I know…. But, people have a tendency to forget about you when they get 'busy', you know, with things that matter to them more."

Hiro looked at him aghast.

Varian tried to turn things around, suddenly keenly aware that he had revealed too much of himself.

"B-but it's okay. I understand what this means to you. I know what it's like to lose someone, and I fully intend to keep my promise. I told both Fred and Mole to go to the convention without me. So I'm free all weekend to help."

He gave a strained smile, desperately trying to brush off his previous confession, but Hiro only counited to stare at him.

"D-do you want to start on programming the new computers," Varian stumbled, "or re-patch the portal instead. Either way, we ca-"

Hiro threw down his research and flung his arms around Varian, interrupting his ramble.

"No one is going to 'forget' you, Varian. Not here. Okay?"

"O-okay."

Hiro pulled away to look up as at him, but he never fully let go, grasping Varian firmly by the shoulders as their eyes met.

"You'll see. Our family is just going to get bigger. We're gonna save Tadashi and then we'll rescue you dad and bring him here. It'll be the six of us, together. Eight if you count Mochi and Ruddiger. Got it?"

"Got it."

They shared a smile but the tender moment was broken by the phone ringing.

"Wasabi' is calling." Baymax said before broadcasting the call on his stomach.

"Hey, guys!" Wasabi greeted them from the other end of the video call.

"Hey." Hiro answered.

"What's up?" Varian asked.

"Well, I wanted to ask if you wanted to come to a concert tomorrow, Hiro? Sam and I were already going to go, but turns out Karmi is a fan of the band as well and we invited her along. We're looking for a plus one to make it a double date."

"Oooh, Karmi's going to be there huh?" Varian teased but Hiro brushed him off.

"Yeah, I knew Varian and Fred already had plans, so I figured you'd be free. I know k-pop isn't your thing but I also know you got a crush on her soooo… you in?"

"Why does everyone think I like Karmi?" Hiro asked.

"Cause it's obvious." Wasabi' stated flatly.

Hiro rolled his eyes but then bit his lip in thought. For all his protesting he did indeed have a crush on the girl, but he also was going to work on the portal this weekend. He turned towards Varian questioningly.

"It's one day, and we're building a time machine, so why not?" Varian whispered.

"Alright. I'll go." Hiro agreed.

"Great! The concert is in San Jose and we want to get there early, so we'll pick you up at two o'clock."

"Yeah, I'll be ready. See you then." Hiro said and ended the call.

Varian was standing behind him smugly.

Hiro sighed, "Yeah, I know. I'm being a hypocrite."

"No, you're just realizing that you don't have to give up on life entirely in order to save someone. Go, have fun. We'll work on the machine Sunday."

"I guess you get to go to the convention after all."

Varian shook his head. "No, those guys need to realize that they can't keep dragging me into their fights. But don't worry about me. I got a text from Gogo asking me to come over tonight. I reckon we can work on the car this weekend. It's almost done, too. All that's left is some detail work and the paint job."

"Too bad you still won't be able to drive it for another month though."

Varian shrugged. "I didn't even know what a car was until five months ago. I think I can handle waiting one month more. In the meantime, let's go over these equations before I head over there."

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"Hey, I got your text." Varian said as he entered Gogo's and Honey Lemon's apartment. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Fred and Mole already waiting inside.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"Have a seat." Gogo said as she led him to the kitchen table.

"Fred and Mole have asked us to mediate their conflict." Honey Lemon explained.

Varian raised a sceptic eyebrow.

"They're sorry for dragging you into their fight and want to work out a compromise." Gogo added.

"What kind of compromise?" Varian asked distrustfully.

Fred cleared his throat. "Mole and I have come to an agreement, and we have decided to reduce our life long feud to merely a friendly rivalry."

"We even wrote up a contact, see?" Mole held up a handwritten paper and pointed to it enthusiastically.

Varian could only make an even more confused face in response to that.

"It's actually really good." Honey Lemon interjected. "Go on." She encouraged them.

"I'm no longer allowed to call Mole mean names." Fred started out.

"And I promised not to steal anymore of his stuff." Mole added.

"We can however still compete for nerd merch, but we've detailed out the rules of combat regarding auctions."

"Which also includes removing pranks from the table, but staring contests, coin toss, 'rocks, paper, scissors', and thumb wars are still in."

"Most importantly though, we're not going to pressure you into choosing between us. If you want to hang out that's great. If you don't, that's fine too. And for events that we're all interested in, like the Professor What convention, we're willing to set aside our differences and all go together."

"Oh, and I must maintain a six foot distance from Gogo at all times and only worship her beauty from afar." Mole ended the list.

"You got it, kiddo." Gogo said with a satisfied smile.

"Really? You're both honestly going to try and stop fighting all the time?" Varian asked.

"Yeah, it turns out Mole and I have a lot in common. Who knows we might even become actual friends if we're not at each other's throats all the time." Fred said.

"But mostly, we realized we didn't want to drive away our best friend by continuing to argue." Mole added.

"I'm your best friend?"

"Well yeah, one of them at least." Fred replied.

"And you're quite literally my only friend." Mole sheepishly admitted.

"Oh, that's not true Mole." Honey Lemon said. "We're your friends too."

"I'm not." Gogo stated flatly.

Honey Lemon gave her a pout. Gogo cast her eyes towards the ceiling. "Fine, I'll be his friend so long as he honors the six feet rule."

"So does this mean you'll go to the convention with us?" Fred asked Varian.

Varian mulled over the request. "I will, on two conditions. No more 'favors'. You don't have to bribe me to hang out with you. Also I want to be one who dresses up as the Professor. Okay?"

"Deal." Fred shook his hand.

"Agreed." Mole nodded.

"Awww, don't you just love happy endings, Gogo?" Honey Lemon said as she wrapped her best friend in a hug.

"Yeah, sure." Gogo said deadpan, not returning it.

"Hey, it's not too late to buy more tickets if either of you lovely ladies would like to join us. You could be the Professor's assistants." Mole offered.

"I'll pass." Gogo answered.

"Honey Lemon?" Varian asked.

"Oh I don't know, I never really watched the show…"

Fred leaned with a sly smile, "You get to dress up in thigh high gogo boots and take pictures with your friends."

Honey Lemon gasped with joy. "I'm in!"

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Sunday afternoon came and Varian was already in the lab welding up the portal when Hiro arrived.

"Hey, so guess who did something dumb and got Dr. Pep dumped all over his head last night?" Hiro sheepishly said.

Varian stopped welding and laughed. "What did you do to piss off Karmi this time?"

"I don't know, all I said was the lead singer of the band wasn't all that 'cute', and the argument spiraled from there."

"Let me guess, you got jealous that Karmi was drooling over the boy band and said something rude to distract her, and it blew up in your face as always."

"I'm not jealous."

"Suuuurrrre you not, and I'm the Queen of May."

"I… I don't even get that reference." Hiro said.

Varian chuckled good naturedly, "Well either way, I'm sorry your date was a bust."

"It wasn't a date, and I wouldn't call it a complete bust. Karmi apologized afterwards and we're meeting up next weekend. According to her, I owe her a smoothie."

Hiro shrugged, unable to grasp Karmi's thought process sometimes.

"So we're not working on the portal next weekend?" Varian asked.

"Not on Saturday, but I think Sundays are still good."

"You do know that we could get through this faster if we just told everyone what we were doing, right?"

Hiro sadly shook his head, "I don't want to raise everyone's hopes up just yet. I… We need to get closer to a solution before we do that."

"So this is just between us?" Varian asked.

Hiro nodded. "Yeah, for now anyways, but hopefully we can figure it out soon."

Hiro walked over to the portal and placed a longing hand on it's frame. The accursed tech had been what started the whole mess to begin with, yet now it could be the very thing needed to fix it all.

Varian laid down the blowtorch and walked over to join him. He placed a hand on Hiro's shoulder drawing him out of his brooding.

"We will. Don't worry." He gave Hiro a soft smile. "Brothers don't leave brothers behind right?"

Hiro returned the smile. "Right."

"The new computers came in if you want to start programming those." Varian said. "I'll be done welding this in no time. Watch, we'll have this baby up and running by Tuesday."

And with that, they both got to work.

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