When Stars Collide, a BH6 x Dr Who crossover

Chapter Twenty Eight: Different Perspective

Hiro banged his head against the desk repeatedly. Thankfully, there was a notebook between his head and the hard wood. "Stupid! Useless empty brain!"

The three space-traveling companions exchanged worried glances at Hiro's odd behavior. Rose looked towards the group of college-aged heroes, who were simply just lounging around. "Is that normal?" she asked, her expression clearly showing her concern.

"Yep," Wasabi said. "He gets like that whenever he's stuck on an idea. We've seen it many times."

Several hours had passed since the incident in the TARDIS, and though Hiro looked less like death warmed over, Rose couldn't help but wonder if slamming his head repeatedly against a hard surface was a good idea. "Does that really help? I mean, hitting my head against stuff never did me any good."

GoGo impassively popped her gum. "It's par for the course," she said. "In a minute he'll do something drastic to get the blood really flowing."

Rose looked alarmed at that idea, glancing quickly over at the Doctor and Jack to see if they were going to do anything to help the situation. When they both shrugged, she let out a sigh of frustration.

"Baymax," Hiro called out suddenly as he pushed away from the desk. The robot waddled over. "Spot me." Without further warning, Hiro flipped himself up into a handstand. Without any other means to hang upside down, this was the best he could do.

Baymax put out his hand to hold Hiro around the middle, keeping him steady. He turned his head down to keep an eye on his vitals, prepared to end the brainstorming session if he thought it necessary. After all, the boy had been through a lot lately.

Hiro's hair seemed to double in size as it reached towards the floor, another reminder that he should at least get a trim, but that could wait until later. He let out his breath before inhaling deeply. Tadashi had given him this new way of thinking and he was going to use it. He liked to call it "looking at a new angle".

"You sure that's a good idea?" Rose asked as she watched Hiro's face slowly go red.

The Doctor waved that notion aside. "He should be fine. Hanging upside down's good for you every now and again. Makes the blood rush to the brain."

Jack looked rather skeptical of that. "Somehow, I don't think that's how that works," he said as he walked around the room to grab a snack. "How long do you plan on hanging like that?"

Hiro looked up from his position. "As long as it takes," he answered.

Rose pursed her lips. "Hope it doesn't take long or you're going to have one heck of a head rush."

"Fred, can you bring me that paper?" Hiro called out to the lanky mascot.

The closest to the desk, Fred sauntered over and picked up the paper Hiro had been working on. He walked back over and held out the paper for Hiro to see. Hiro instructed him to hold it right side up, making it upside down from his perspective. "Uh, I'm not expert, but maybe it'll work better if you turn it around?"

Hiro shook his head, making his mop of hair dance. "I need to see it from a different angle."

Fred shrugged. "Whatever works, bro."

Honey Lemon decided to turn back to her project. With Jack having successfully reproduced his sleeping serum, she needed to load up the modified darts. Thanks to various suggestions, they all felt confident in the idea that they should pierce through the metal bodies of the exoskeletons.

Looking past the paper to see what she was doing, Hiro had a thought. "Hey, Honey? Did you get that formula ready for the space rock? I'd really love to see some of that chemical metal embrittlement later."