I know, I know, I suck. I should actually reply to all of the reviews that have been building up in the last, like, four months. But I'm slow, and just happy to have gotten this poked at. I apologize, I know I owe a lot of updates, and I know I need to do quite a few rewrites, but I'm getting to them. So you have this. I have a complete basic story line, and wanted to keep it, but I filled it out more, and it's much better then the POS that I had up before. That said, I hope you enjoy.

It wouldn't be long... Sam groaned quietly as he gathered his school books and shoved them into his bag. After class Bumblebee was taking him to see Ratchet so that the medic could examine his arm and figure out why it wasn't healing. The burns from the AllSpark just got worse and worse, and it was getting harder and harder to hide it. It would have been easier had it not been so fucking hot out as well, or even better- summer. He was always getting banged up skateboarding, it would have made the perfect excuse!

Pain flashed down the limb as Sam stepped down the stairs, and he cringed away from his mom, ignoring the look she shot him. It seemed that she was always looking at him strangely anymore. Had she noticed anything? If she had it would be bad, bad news.

Sam could easily imagine her locking him in his room, away from the Autobots. He could also imagine climbing out of the window and into Bumblebee's waiting palm. Unless of course she bared the windows as well…

"Sam? Sam are you OK? You look pale honey, maybe you should stay home today, get some rest." She put a hand on his shoulder and looked him over, noticing the fact that he was wearing a heavy long sleeved shirt in hundred degree weather. There was an urge to demand he take it off, wear something better suited for the heat... but that thought evaporated as Sam gave her a tired smile.

"I'm fine mom, I was just up all night doing homework." Sam gave her a rare hug, and she was shocked to find that his brown eyes were flecked with blue, something she'd never noticed before. He was looking out the window at his bright yellow Camero, and Judy sighed in annoyance at the vehicle. If not for his having a car, a ride to school, maybe she could have gotten him to stay home, since a walk was more work.

Then again, Sam was a stubborn one, he always had been.

"Well, be careful driving OK? Those people that gave you that car aren't to be trusted!"

"Yeah, yeah. I will." The teen made it to the doorway before dropping his book bag with a bang, and falling to his knees onto to hard tiled flooring. He landed with all of his weight on his bad hand and cried out in pain. It buzzed through his tired mind, and on impulse he tried to get up as quickly as possible, to get away from the hurt.

All it accomplished was a dizzying spell and falling back down. His stomach clenched and he suddenly started coughing. It was surreal, and Sam cocked his head as he looked down at his hand, blood dripped from the closed fist, bright red. He groaned loudly and forced his tired body to move, though he only made it a couple more steps before he was on the ground again.

This time he didn't get back up.

"Sam!" His mothers cry was echoed by the sound of a car alarm, and Sam belatedly realized that she was trying to rouse him from where he lay.

"Sam, baby, stay awake!" The teen tried to listen, really, but he fell unconscious as he heard Bumblebee call his name, the sound hidden by another car alarm sound.

"House. Eighteen year old male. Brought in for coughing up blood and collapsing in a heap." Cuddy walked into the diagnostitian's office without any warning, a thin file in her hands.

"They found his entire right arm, shoulder, and chest are covered in burns and cuts, any test they've tried has turned up empty… are you even listening?" The women snapped finally, picking up and then slamming a nearby book onto House's desk with an angry snarl.

"No I wasn't listening to you…" The man looked up, flipping his music off with a snicker.

"Now I'm listening. Tell me more, I'm interested in this one, I think. I Won't know until we find out he's a lying teenage boy. Ha." Blue eyes looked up at their boss, and Dr. House barked laughter.

"His parents say he was fine until a few months ago when he started looking like he was in pain, and then nothing until he collapsed." Cuddy rolled her eyes at the man in front of her. It was House being House, and she was skilled at ignoring his brutal way of doing things.

"Uh huh, and no one could deduce he's a punk kid who probably did something stupid?"

"Ask him yourself, he arrived half an hour ago." Dr. Cuddy purred and dropped her manilla folder onto his desk. It would get him even further interested, and deep down she knew he was just dying to put things together.

"Oh and by the way, this was a case brought in by some special unit of the military. His name's Sam, have fun House because you will do this case." She leaned down and glared at him before turning and walking out, knowing all too well how that would peak even more of an interest.

House snorted, stood, and popping one of his vikodin pills, limped out the door. His boss knew him too well, and he snagged the file as he went.

As patient as Chase usually was, he couldn't help but glare at the teen that was sitting in the hospital bed in front of him. Said teen was frowning unhappily, and he'd had heard small mutters about preferring his own doctor, and small comments. "Where's Ratchet when you need him..." Was just one of the many before Sam Witwicky clammed up.

He was lying about just about everything, the blond doctor could tell. And it annoyed him. It annoyed him because that meant that House was right again.

"Sam I need to know where and when you got these burns. I need the truth not any of this bull you've been feeding me. We cannot help get you better unless you help us out here."

"I did tell the truth." Sam said, eying his parents warily, as they watched the two talk. "I was trying to h-fix my f-car awhile ago, and I didn't know what I was doing.

Chase saw the look and with a sigh turned to the Witwickys, giving his best smile. "Could you give me a minute alone with him? He is an adult and I'd like to speak with him for a moment."

They protested, but the doctor managed to get them to leave, and when they did he turned to his patient and poked Sam with a growl.

"OK. They're gone, now what did you do to get these burns?"

Sam didn't answer, his eyes wide and on the doorway. "Bumblebee..." Was all the teen said, making Chase curious enough to turn and see a young man standing in the door way.

He looked only slightly older than Sam, Asian, with what looked like natural blond hair and almost glowing blue eyes. When he saw the brown haired teen it was only seconds until he rushed to Sam's side and knelt, hugging and looking over the teen. It was almost like watching a mother bear check over her cub, and was even worse then Mrs. Witwicky's loving ramblings.

"I was so worried…"

"I'm OK Bumblebee I… just–" Sam leaned into the blonds arm and closed his eyes, wincing when the muscles in his arm started twitching. He looked finally at ease, and Dr. Chase realized that they were lovers. Finally someone that would be honest!

"... Bumblebee was it? I need to know where Sam got those burns, and has he been doing any… drugs?"

Bumblebee shook his head violently, blue eyes seeming to grow brighter. "No, of course not! Never! If he had I'd be sure to not only tell his parents but he'd defiantly be on lock down."

Sam cracked his eyes open and gave the blonde a raised eyebrow look, snorting humorously. "You're worse than my mother… Did you call Ratchet?" The last part although whispered was still just loud enough for Chase to hear. It was the same 'Ratchet' from before, and he was getting even more curious.

"Who's 'Ratchet'?" He asked finally, pulling out his clipboard and making a few notes on it.

"He's Sam's… doctor. Very advanced and the best in the universe. He should be here soon a couple days at the most." Seeing the look the Australian man gave him Bumblebee smiled. "We only call him Ratchet as a nickname. His real name is Dr. Robert… Dr. Robert Smith. You can look him up in the military medical database I'm sure."

Chase didn't look convinced but let it, unexpectedly, drop. Writing the name on his clipboard and underlining it. Cameron would be better at finding out about that one.

"So no drugs? Smoking? Listen I not only need to know about these burns but anything that could cause his condition." Bumblebee closed his eyes and rested his head on Sam's, rubbing the young mans arm lightly, seeming to calm the teen- before said teen could become agitated.

"Nothing that I know of. And I'd know, I see him every day, talk to him…" He trailed off, eyes having opened to watch the door where Sam's parents stood. Bumblebee murmured a soft good bye in the teens ear he stood and nodding to the two astonished adults, left the room.

When he disappeared from view Judy walked over and sat next to her son, shocked that he would hide a relationship from them, any relationship at all.

"Who was that Sam? Is there something you aren't telling us?" She ran a hand through his hair and bit her lip, trying in vain to stir Sam from his half-sleep.

"Bee… love Bee…" Was the only thing she could get out of him before he passed out completely, leaving both of the adults looking at one another.

Ron Witwicky cornered Bumblebee in the hall, before the male could reach the elevators and leave.

"Who are you? And how do you know Sam?" The parent had no tact, and the look on his face dared Bumblebee to move. The blond gave a worried glance at Sam's hospital room before he spoke. "I'm Mohr Bee, but most people call me Bumblebee. I am Sam's lover, his boyfriend."

"You're… what?" Unlike his wife he had only seen a glimpse of the two together, and couldn't imagine that his son would not tell him something so important.

Bumblebee rolled his eyes. "His boyfriend, you know boy-friend. The person who takes care of him and loves him and makes sure he isn't harmed…"

"… Boyfriend… Sams–"

"Not straight, yeah." The blonde frowned and gave the man in front of him a look over, eyes flashing dark.

"I hope you aren't going to be like many I've seen. You're not going to disown him or anything of that sort, are you? If so then–"

"No! I'm fine with it I just… I just wish he had told me…" Ron looked away guiltily, worried that maybe he hadn't been more open with his son, made sure Sam knew that they were fine with anything as long as the young man was happy.

"Do your parents know?" He asked suddenly. If the blonde in front of him was quick to assume disowning then...

"Yes, yes they do."

The answer... didn't really help, and Ron cocked his head. "And they're OK with it?"

"Yes." Bumblebee gave a half-smile. "My… dad always says that freedom is the right of all sentient beings and that includes who we love. Where I come from there are no… sexes, you love who you love and that's that!"

Studying the man before him the blonde sighed and his tone softened. "I won't hurt him, I can promise you that I will never hurt him… ever."

Blue eyes bore into the parent as if expecting him to say that he would hurt his love, and Ron shifted and looked down before looking back and nodding slightly. Bumblebee let gave one last look at Sam's room and pulled a cell phone from his pocket.

"I must go check in with my... dad he is worried about Sam's condition. I had to find out from the hospital that had transferred him here and haven't talked to him since then." Ron nodded and frowned a little.

"Wait, let me tell Judy and I'll go with you. If we had known you wouldn't have had to go through that..." The out of shape man clapped Bumblebee on the shoulder and grinned, finally relaxed with that part of their situation. He was still worried about Sam, but... if his son's lover was willing to go through such trouble to find him, then the man was OK in Ron's book.

"Better yet, after your call would you meet me in the cafeteria downstairs? I'll get us coffee."

Bumblebee looked surprised, but after a moment nodded and smiled. "Sure. I'd like that."

The blond's body seemed to disintegrate as he reached the bright yellow Camero in the parking deck, the engine starting by itself, and the radio clicking on as the blonde completely disappeared.

-Bumblebee to Optimus.-

-How is Sam?-

-He's in pain but tries not to show it, and the medics here don't know what's wrong yet. But they know he's lying about his injuries. Slag Prime, he lied to US, it's much worse then. 'The burns got a lil' bigger, and I think I'm bleeding. Could be my imagination. Yeah... probably my imagination.'-

-Just hold tight soldier. Ratchet's on his way. And all of us will be right after him.-

-Thank Primus!-

Bumblebee reappeared in the car, form fizzling at first. A few minutes later and he stepped out, heading back into the hospital. He could have made the transmission inside, but his hologram had been straining from the distance, and it was an excuse to shut down and reboot the program.

That was all he had time for though. He wanted to get back as soon as possible, having never had coffee. Sam drank it though, and it sounded good.

"So... he's not a druggy… well that's surprising." House stood in front of his team, munching out of a bag of Skittles.

"How about those burns? Has he told the truth about them yet?" He asked after a long moment of making a show of chewing, before limping to his favorite white eraser board and picking up one of the black markers he kept handy. What could he say? He loved his board.

"Symptoms?"

Foreman shook his head and rolled his eyes. Sitting to the left of the table, he was the first one to speak. "Nausea, pain in his bones and joints, fever, headaches, inability to focus, dizzy spells, the kid is a mess and those burns… it looks like he was playing with a box of fireworks."

The dark skinned doctor shrugged and leaned back in his seat. "And he coughed up blood apparently, but we've seen no sign of that since he's been here."

"The burns have nothing to do with his symptoms." Cameron muttered from the other side of the table, her eyes on the charts in front of her. "He was likely being a kid. Kids do stupid things."

"Ye-ah they do." Her boss interrupted, downing another handful of Skittles before he continued. "If they didn't then he wouldn't be lying, and he wouldn't've almost taken Chases head off in a panic when kangaroo 'Jack tried to bandage that arm of his."

Cameron scowled. "It could be the flu, and just what Foreman said. He was playing with fireworks or something. At his age it's all about secrets and mistakes."

"Then he wouldn't be here now would he? I'm sure the other hospital, with their competent staff could have seen it if that was the issue. Right? Or is your faith in humanity going to take a blow?" House tossed a Skittle at her, and shrugged.

"Either way we need to start him on an IV to get that fever down. There, are you happy? Should you be right, and I wrong, you win. You'll also win another Skittle." He tossed another one, and succeeded and getting it down Cameron's shirt, between her breasts.

"Score!" He ignored the way the brunette glared and finished off his skittles, tossing the bag in the trashcan before heading to the door. The man was followed closely by Cameron as she hissed.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to meet this kids 'boy toy' according to his parents they hadn't met him until just recently. It was why I was tasting the rainbow, to activate my gaydar and see if he was lying to us about that too."

"You... ate Skittles to 'activate' your gaydar..." The doctor blinked and then face-palmed, astonished that her boss would even think of something so... ass-backwards. "Well maybe he was scared! Look if you were gay what would you do? You wouldn't just shout it to the world."

"What are you talking about? Wilson and I are quite open about our relationship. See?" House leaned over the banister into the lobby and cupped his hands around his mouth before yelling as loud as he could. "I'm gay! Hey, hey, I'm gay. Homosexual. I love men! GAY!" He pulled back and continued on his way to the teen's room, ignoring the wide-eyed looks that patients, and the newest additions to the hospital were giving him, including the students that had just walked in, being led by Cuddy. The women looked half ready to strangle him, and half ready to simply shoot him. She was leaning towards the more painful of the two.

"You are such an ass…" Cameron muttered.

She would have continued except they entered Sam's room and couldn't help but freeze in place. Both had eyes fixated on the two men kissing, Bumblebee was halfway on the smaller teens bed, hand running small circles along his uninjured arm lightly. At the same time Sam's injured hand snaked its way under his shirt. They were in their own little world, and while Cameron coughed to get their attention, House... pulled a House.

"Well his libido isn't sick… that and the morphine is working if he can do that with half his arm mangled…" The diagnostition said loudly, breaking the two away. Sam blushed and pulled his arm back, while his blonde partner simply looked up, never leaving his spot and never stopping the touches he was giving.

"I'm Dr. House and you are one interesting teen. Why didn't you… oh I don't know… go to the emergency room when your arm was put in a box of lit fireworks? It might have been less messy."

"I wasn't playing with fireworks…" Sam mumbled, looking away and giving all the appearance of a rabbit trying to hide. Bumblebee added to the appearance with a dark look, trying to shield his partner from the doctors.

House shook his head and turned to leave, just as quick as he'd entered. "I'll just order some painful, invasive tests then… let me know when you're either sick enough or worn down enough to tell me the truth."

As he closed the door, he found himself facing a very irate looking Cameron, glaring at him. "You didn't have to do that to get them to tell you know…" She gestured to the two teens that had starting arguing, tell-able from the muffled sounds and motions they saw through the glass.

"Yeah but there would be no fun your way. With my way his boy toy will be able to do his weird little protection thing he has going, and I'll be able to figure out what's going on with this kid."

"You're sick sometimes. Though, I admit that that is a point."

"I know but that's why you love me. See? You love me!"

Cameron snorted but went silent, already reaching for the door to walk back in and calm the teens. They needed it, and she had rather thought that they had been adorable together, not fighting.