Alright, guys, this is my first Big Hero 6 fanfiction. (But not my first fanfic ever, as you may see by visiting my profile). I recently watched the movie and I love the whole thing, so I came up with my own story to go along with it. This is set completely canon after the movie (I'm sorry if that's boring for some people, but that's how I do things.) There'll be lots of action and a nice bit of feels, so stay tuned and don't forget to follow and favourite.

As my regular readers should know by now (I've mentioned it before... somewhere) I set all of my stories to music, usually an album (that is, I create them by listening to the music over and over). This one is set to Save Rock and Roll by Fall Out Boy (the album, not just that single song), So thanks to them for making this possible.

Boring stuff over, let's get to the action!

The city of San Fransokyo was always hustling and bustling, always grumbling, always pulsing, always breathing, like a creature that never slept. You could feel its heartbeat thrumming through the busy tarmac streets, hear its breath in the hush of the wind through the many high-rise buildings, rising like spines along its back. The rumble of traffic and the clatter of trams, the smell of hot food and the taste of its thick, smoggy air: it was an unfathomable, unstoppable beast.

You could be forgiven for walking through its grid of back-alleys and side-streets and missing the frantic clamour of hurried footsteps as a petty criminal sought to escape. Cloth bag clasped in long, gloved hands, face obscured by a black woollen balaclava, the wiry individual could dash right past you and you'd be powerless to stop them. He'd disappear beyond the corner in a flap of his patched, brown leather coat, and you'd forget about him. You might not even notice him.

But they do. They always do.

"You ready to go, Go Go?" Hiro shouted over the roar of Baymax's thrusters. His visor flashed as the robot turned sharply in pursuit of the hidden individual in the brown coat. The young lady in question looked up sharply, eyebrows creased in anticipation.

"Do you even need to ask?" Go Go Tomago ran her fingers over the bright yellow maglev discs suspended against her wrists by simple electronic magnetism. "Let's do this," She hissed to herself, swinging her legs down so that the other pair of discs, attached to her boots of the same colour, were ready to hit the road as soon as Baymax's cherry red fingers released her. Dangling at arm's length from the underside of their friendly robot, the young mechanics student turned superhero took a deep breath, a determined smile lighting up her features.

Hiro let his electro-magnetic gloves release from the clamps on the top of his robot's back armour so that he could crack his knuckles and cast a glance back at his team. Honey Lemon crouched by his shoulder in her pink armour, and behind her, Wasabi, his muscular, Afro-American, neat-freak friend and Fred, the college mascot and major science-enthusiast, clung to Baymax's legs, leaving the former nurse-bot's arms free to lower Go Go into position.

"I'm really not feeling very safe back here!" One, Wasabi, shouted forward as their flight drew closer to the road below. The neon lights of advertisements glanced off his turquoise breastplate.

"Yeah, and I need to pee!" The other complained loudly.

"Can't you hold on?" The man next to him growled, turning to survey the three-eyed, fire-breathing reptile suit that was scowling an open-mouthed snarl at... well, just about everything. Fred raised one arm and flicked back the topmost eye and horns, effectively his helmet. His head looked unnaturally small, poking out of the top of his super-suit.

"Do I have a choice?" He replied curtly.

Hiro rolled his eyes and turned back to focus on the task in hand. For someone on foot being chased by a 7-foot flying robot, the man was doing a very good job of evading capture. But not for long. The man dived down another alleyway, giving Baymax no time to turn, and for a second, they lost sight of him.

"Go Go! Can you cut him off?" Hiro shouted down.

"No problem," She replied confidently. Baymax's fingers snapped open, and for a second, Go Go dropped, arms above her head, towards the cracked concrete. Then, all of a sudden, her wheels hit solid ground. She skated forward effortlessly and swooped down a street adjacent to the one that the criminal had taken.

From the air, as Baymax flew in a curving arc to follow the chase, Hiro could watch the progress of his friend, zipping along, resplendent in her shining yellow armour. Go Go sped through side-street after side-street, never stopping to rest, following the flashes of movement she spied from the corners of her eyes. Suddenly, she stopped at a cross-roads. There was no sign of the brown-coated man anywhere. Instinctively, she put a finger to the side of her helmet, activating her built-in earpiece.

"I've lost sight of him," She announced, her voice crackling across the airwaves. Hiro mirrored her motion.

"I can see him. Go left, then second right." He told her, then watched as she skated off again.

It only took a few seconds for her to catch a glimpse of that brown coat again, disappearing off around another corner. Go Go pushed herself faster. He was so close now. Down another street. He threw dustbins down in her way, but she easily weaved between them or jumped over them. He dived over a chain link fence and turned a corner. Using the tall, dirty brick walls around her, the young woman zipped up the side of one, propelling herself over the top, neatly clipping the barbed wire on her way over. She landed gracefully and skidded around the corner, onto a long street where she expected to find the silhouette ahead, still running. However, there was nothing.

"Dammit, I lost him again!" She snarled into the microphone.

"Me too," Hiro replied, his voice slightly frantic on the other end. The roofs of the buildings hung down so far that he couldn't see the narrow alleyway beneath them. "He didn't leave that street, we would've seen him."

"So, he's hiding." She ground to a halt and flicked up her visor to better see in the half-lit gloom. These streets weren't well lit on a sunny day – the overcast weather made the dirty cobbles and overhanging roofs look even more dull. Somewhere over her head, she could hear a deadened drip, drip, drip of standing water from a broken gutter and Baymax passing overhead. The low, distant rumble of his thrusters was a comforting sound, even though she couldn't see him above. Not that she needed comfort. She was Go Go Tomago. Comfort was a luxury.

Go Go kicked off her wheels and snapped them to her back so that she could pace slowly back down the alleyway. She narrowed her oaken eyes and squinted into the darkness. Overhead, a pitiful lamp attempted to sputter into life above the web of black power lines. It didn't help at all. The heroine scowled.

"You can't hide from us. You might as well come out and face me!" Go Go called, her lip curling. However, the only reply she received was the rustling of a nearby pile of boxes. Steeling herself, she stepped forward, reaching out with one hand and snatching the topmost one away.

She was graced for a second with the sight of the man crouched down, cowering from her, before she was suddenly, inexplicably lifted off her feet by a cold, cruel metal hand. The ground fell away from her, her head brushing those cables above her.

"Hey! What are you doing?! Put me down!" She screamed with rage, kicking out with her legs, but it was useless. She couldn't even twist about to catch a clear sight of her enemy. The fingers closed tighter. She choked for breath. She could hear the squealing of metal joints behind her, the patter of the burglar's footsteps, escaping once again. Her one free arm groped for the microphone button.

"Hiro!" She coughed, struggling to breathe. "Hiro, there's something down here!"

"Go Go, what's going on? Are you okay?" The boy genius cried frantically into the microphone. All he received in reply was a scream, followed by a piercing crackle and bang as the mic on her end was broken. "Go Go!"

"What's going on? Is she okay?" Honey Lemon grabbed his shoulder, her bright eyes clouded with worry. Hiro looked wildly agitated as he scoured the roofs, trying to peer into the alleyway.

"I-I-I don't know!" He stammered. "Baymax, get us down there, now!"

As the cherry-red robot swooped down into the gloom, Fred and Wasabi dropped from their places on his legs so that he could land. Honey slid down his back like it was a slide, leaving only Hiro at the care-bot's shoulders, attached by his magnetic gloves and knee-pads. They couldn't see much down that side street, just the hulking figure of some humanoid robot similar to one or two the young boy genius had encountered in the bot fighting arenas long ago. The flickering light above was all that revealed it past the neon blue glow of its eyes, staring out at them as it began to move, slowly and deliberately, towards them.

"I can't see her!" Wasabi hissed, as though talking quietly would stop the robot's attack.

"She's Go Go! She'll be fine." The tall, wiry blonde assured him.

"But you heard her on the mic!"

"She'll be fine!"

"She's not fine!"

"She is!"

"Guys, cut it out!" Hiro growled, hushing them. The robot was almost upon them. "Baymax, take it out, buddy."

Without a second thought, the armoured bot raised his arm, rocket flaps above his wrist flicking open, ready to launch his fist at the oncoming enemy. The other mechanism was just coming out into the light, its own arm raised.

And there, in it's iron fist, was Go Go Tomago.

Oops! That darn robot snuck up on Go Go! To anyone who might be interested, I know most of you would write her name Gogo or GoGo, but on all the official stuff it's written as two separate words, so I'm just gonna make it difficult for myself.

How does everyone feel about this? Is it good, bad, ugly, or what? If you spot any silly mistakes I've missed during proof-reading, feel free to point them out – I can't say my spell-checker is up to much and there's nothing for grammar on OpenOffice. Also, don't forget to R+R!