Soli Deo Gloria

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Big Hero 6. Though I own this attempt at a humorous, light-hearted, multi-chapter story. :3

Aunt Cass, as usual, felt frazzled and stressed-out; it was a busy Saturday at the Lucky Cat Café, and she was simultaneously rolling out a huge batch of dough for cinnamon rolls, running the register, and noticing a pile of spilled cinnamon Mochi pushed onto the floor. "Mochi!" she cried. She threw her floury hands up and scowled at the cat. Mochi dropped a gaze at the mess, meowed innocently, and began to lick his paws.

Aunt Cass sighed at the sight of this fat cat on her counter, prayed that the restaurant inspector would not show up, and suppressed the urge to go binge-eat a few of those freshly-made doughnuts she had in the pastry display case.

"Come on, Cass, you've got this." She carefully tripped over her messy kitchen floor, ignored the pot of boiling water overflowing onto the industrial stove, and sighed when she heard a customer saying, "Hey, lady, you're out of decaf over here!"

"What is the point of decaf coffee? IT'S GOT NO CAFFEINE, SO WHAT'S THE POINT OF DRINKING IT?!" Aunt Cass hissed under her breath. She swallowed and called back, "A fresh pot will be out in a minute, sir." She opened the door that led up into the apartment and pointed into the stairway. "Out, Mochi. I have work to do."

Mochi looked at her wonderingly, but didn't move.

"Mochi, please!" Aunt Cass groaned. She sighed and cast a quick eye out into the dining room. Some of the booths and tiny tables were occupied; most of the customers were college students, hipsters, or regular locals. A couple of kids were taking their sweet time examining the vast arrays of delicate pastries under the glass; hopefully they would keep taking forever. Aunt Cass made the executive decision to go upstairs. "Come on, Mochi. I'm getting you food. Then maybe you'll stay upstairs."

Mochi was unmoved by her act as she grunted her way up the stairs. "Hiro's got the whole summer to just hang out in his room and not babysit the cat." She grumbled to herself as she scooped dry food into Mochi's monogrammed bowl and opened a can of salmon-esque wet food to put over top. "Hiro!" she called. "Hiro, can you please make sure Mochi doesn't come into the café's kitchen? When he sits on the counter, he breaks about seven different health codes."

Her lanky nephew came hurrying out of his room. "Were you calling me, Aunt Cass?" he wondered.

Aunt Cass sighed and wondered if he'd heard a single word she said. She waved the can opener at him, then at the bottom of the stairway. "Make sure Mochi doesn't go downstairs, please."

"Um, okay." Hiro watched his aunt with a worried look as she started descending the stairs. "Aunt Cass, do you need any help?"

Aunt Cass looked up and ran a hand through her hair, which was lacking an important hairnet. She needed to put one on. Right. "I'm okay. Just. . . I'll keep doing what I do!"

Hiro wasn't reassured; he looked at up at Baymax, who'd joined him to see what the yelling was about, then at the stairs. "Are you sure?" Hiro asked her, concerned.

"I'm fine! I gotta go make coffee! Mochi, come up here! Mochi!" Aunt Cass called from the middle of the stairs.

Hiro sighed.

Her calling brought the cat to her, all right, but what she hadn't realized was that he'd followed her up the stairs the first time; now he came descending the stairs after her, and he just decided to step on her feet as she was turning. Aunt Cass tripped over him and shrieked as she tumbled to the bottom of the stairs. Mochi screeched, his tail bristled, and he scrambled up the stairs to hide in a safe room.

Hiro and Baymax were two steps closer to Hiro's room when they heard Aunt Cass shriek; Hiro almost stepped on a speeding Mochi in his hurrying to get to his aunt. "Aunt Cass! Are you all right?" Hiro wanted to know, his young face crossed with concern as he reached her side.

Aunt Cass weakly groaned as she attempted to sit up. "Kind of. My back's okay." Then she moved her left leg and hissed. "Nope, not all the way okay. My leg! OW!"

"It's going to be okay. Baymax is gonna fix it. Baymax!" Hiro called hurriedly. "Come down here! Hurry!"

Baymax came slowly down the stairs; his knees had no joints, so that made life slightly hard for him. When he finally joined Aunt Cass and Hiro, he quickly scanned Aunt Cass and said, "Body scan completed. Diagnosis: A crack in the left tibia."

"Non-medical speak, please, Baymax," Hiro said flatly.

"Aunt Cass has a broken leg." Out of one of Baymax's fingers came three little pills. "Here are some pain relievers. Hiro, if you could assist Aunt Cass to her feet, I will be able to pick her up and take her to the hospital."

"Um, wouldn't it be easier to just call an ambulance?" Aunt Cass asked weakly.

"The whole point of Baymax is for him to be a healthcare companion, to help you. He's got this, Aunt Cass. He'll take care of you. Let us take care of you," Hiro pleaded.

Aunt Cass sighed. She looked into the faces of her growing boy and his soft robot and thought of the bakery and Mochi and closed her eyes, overwhelmed. "First, close up shop, Hiro. Then we'll go to the ER."

Fred flopped next to Aunt Cass on the living room couch wayyyyy too roughly for her taste. She grimaced and put her hand on her cast. Her leg was propped up on the coffee table to elevate it. It looked big and thick and stiff.

"Aunt Cass got a cast! You look like you're part robot or something now!" Fred told her.

Aunt Cass smiled weakly. "That's one way of looking at it."

Honey gave Aunt Cass a cup of green tea and smiled. "You're on the road to recovery. It's only for six to eight weeks."

"Six to eight weeks." Aunt Cass looked at her leg and groaned. "Oh, who am I FOOLING? I can't run the café like this! Imagine me, day in and day out, hobbling around! No, I can't do it!" She groaned. "Wasabi, hand me that doughnut."

Wasabi, with distaste, passed the plate of doughnuts and crumbs around. Aunt Cass took the biggest and got powdered sugar all over her face as she chewed. Fred took five and got powdered sugar all over his shirt. Wasabi looked away, physically pained.

"You can't keep the bakery closed for that amount of time. You've got bills to pay," Gogo said matter-of-factly from where she stood, looking thoughtful.

"I know," Aunt Cass sighed. "And we're not going to open tomorrow unless I can find a new employee who can start bright tomorrow morning. And by tomorrow morning, I mean at four AM." She groaned and stuffed the rest of the doughnut into her mouth. "Thatsnothappening," she said around it.

"You don't have ANY other employees besides yourself?" Gogo said, kinda surprised.

Aunt Cass shook her head, mouth still stuffed with doughnut. Hiro said from his chair, "Tadashi used to work now and then at the café during the summer. The most I can do on my own is run the register and fry doughnuts."

"My special skills include being able to correctly estimate the amount of calories, fat, carbs, sugar, and protein in any food item with a simple scan," Baymax piped up.

"Brilliant." Gogo sighed. "If we're all going to team up to run this bakery, we're going to need all the help we can get."

Aunt Cass almost choked on her doughnut; everyone else looked, stunned, at Gogo.

"Us? Running a bakery? Gogo, did you hit your head before you came over here?" Wasabi wanted to know.

"Why not? It's obvious Cass can't do it. Hiro can't do it alone. It's summer. If Cass doesn't mind, I think we just found jobs to keep us occupied," Gogo said.

Aunt Cass slumped even more.

Honey quickly jumped up, clapping her hands. "This is a great idea, Gogo! Baking's nothing but chemistry anyway! I love chemistry!" She turned to Wasabi and put a hand on his shoulder. "It's all about precision and even measurements." He looked a little turned around at that. Then she said to Fred, "You could be the waiter!"

"I have been working on my French accent, oui, oui," Fred said, straightening his shirt and feeling proud as he straightened up. A doughnut fell from where it'd been sitting on his chest onto the floor.

Honey put a hand on Hiro's shoulder and smiled. "We could totally help you." Then to Aunt Cass, she asked, "If you say it's okay, of course."

All eyes looked at Aunt Cass; she gulped down the last of her doughnut and said, trying to sound cheerful, "Well, I don't have much of a choice, now do I?" The kids all cheered and Baymax said, "Hooray!"

It was neither the worst choice or the best choice; still, Aunt Cass hoped that her choice to have her nephew, his robot, and his four best friends run her café wouldn't end up running her café into the ground that summer.

So today (er, yesterday, depending on your time in your part of the world—JULY 31ST, 2016) marks five years since I first made my fanfiction account. I have spent so many hours on this site, you guys. I've written hundreds of thousands of words. So many stories. And I hope I don't ever stop. :)

Thanks for reading!