When Stars Collide, a BH6 x Dr Who crossover

Chapter Seven: Omelettes

"Sir!"

Alexander Thomas walked over at the call from one of his underlings. "What is it?" He asked, slicking back his dark hair. After supervising more retrieval operations, his patience was beginning to run thin. The last few had already been picked over. Albeit, they were closer to the city's limits, but it was still disconcerting. He'd had to call off further activity when lights had begun to converge on their location.

The man in camouflage fatigues sat up straighter at the sharp tone of his superior. "We've had a breach." He typed away at his workstation keyboard, trying to back trace the source of the problem.

"Can you track them?"

Hunching defensively, the man continued to peck at the keyboard. "I'm trying, sir, but whoever has gotten into our system knows what they're doing. They're using some kind of scrambler."

Thomas slammed a fist against the desk. "Stop them. I don't care what you have to do. No one must find out what we're up to. You understand?"

The man quailed under his gaze, nodding as he shook under the steely eyes.

.............................

Hiro cussed.

"I do not believe your aunt would approve of such language," Baymax said, moving back into Hiro's peripheral view.

"Then don't tell her," Hiro replied, furiously typing. He cussed again. "Lost it. I was so close! So close! Stupid empty brain! If Tadashi were here, he'd have no trouble getting back in."

Baymax seemed to brace himself for the possible emotional onslaught that usually occurred when Hiro's brother's name came out. But it didn't come. Instead, the boy slumped further down into his chair in defeat.

"Hiro?"

Hiro looked up, turning in his chair as Honey Lemon came over. Her hair was a bit unkempt from sleeping, but the concern on her face was no less evident. Seeing her expression, his slipped even further into a frown. "Sorry. Did I wake you?"

Honey waved her hands to ward off the idea. "It's fine. I'm just glad to see you up and about again."

The chair spun as Hiro pushed away from the desk. "Yeah, well, it's not like I've done anything really helpful."

"On the contrary," Baymax objected. "You have done many useful things. This, for example." His stomach lit up while the images from Hiro's computer projected onto it from inside.

Hiro straightened slowly. "Hey, when did you record all that? I thought for sure I'd lost all the data."

Honey's eyes widened as she watched the footage. "Hiro, do you know what this means? Nothing that has happened was by chance!" She practically danced as she hugged Baymax around the middle, causing the robot to stop his projection show. "Someone's behind all this."

"Whoop-de-do," Hiro said, spinning a finger in the air. "What good does that do us if we can't tell who it is? It doesn't stop it from happening. We don't even know why they're doing it!"

Hiro's stomach chose that moment to growl loudly. The boy stopped, looking down with a mix of embarrassment and resignation. "Even my stomach is working against me!"

Honey put one hand to her forehead, fingers pressing against her glasses. "Oh, Hiro. Come now. Maybe you'll feel better after you've had something to eat." She reached out a hand to help him stand.

Instead of taking the offered support, Hiro crossed his arms. "I'm not hungry." His stomach growled again.

Baymax gave Honey a sideways glance. "Though your blood sugar levels are within normal parameters, I would feel better if you would attempt to eat something."