Title: Error Operator

Chapter: 2/?

Rating: Teen

Warning: Slash, mentions of sex, House, AU, and cursing here and there.

Fandom: Transformers Movie'Verse and House.

Pairing: Many, many pairings.

Summary: Sam's been sick for awhile now, but when he collapses, military officials suggest that he go to a specialist hospital. Bringing those doctors back might have been one of the best ideas they've ever had.

Notes: Years late, I'm sorry... X.x

Disclaimer: Don't own.

As he sat in the cafe of the hospital, a coffee in his hands, and another in front of 'Bumblebee', Ron allowed his mind to wander a little. He wondered where exactly he had lost touch, where things had changed with his son... and most importantly, where Sam had decided that he had to be afraid of them.

"How long have you known Sam?" Ron asked politely, a small smirk forming when Bumblebee suddenly looked a little nervous. The man's blue eyes flickered before he smiled warmly.

"We met at an army base shortly before the Mission City gas explosion, I was on my way there to meet my dad, and stopped for gas when I found him trying to get this old car of his started near this lake..." There was a far off look to his face that reminded Ron of any time he spoke of meeting Judy for the first time.

Though meeting her while stoned out of his mind and at a rave wasn't nearly as 'cute' as finding Judy on a back road would have been.

"So you were at Mission City when everything was going on?"

"Sorta. I got there shortly after shit hit the fan so to speak, met up with one of my teachers."

"Wow." Ron was more then a little impressed, and took a sip of his beverage as he leaned back in his seat. He just took a moment to study the Asian man, the actions and the way Bumblebee spoke.

"That means that this Dr. Ratchet guy is a military man too? Dr. Chase mentioned him, but didn't have any details he could give me." Military things were not things that Ron knew or understood. He didn't agree with the wars being waged or the fact that lives were lost, but also bode no ill will for the people that were stuck in the middle of it. Soldiers had orders, and they had to obey them.

"Ah, yes. He is the medic for my father's unit, as well as the personal doctor for myself and a few others. They'll be here any moment, like I said before, my dad is very worried about Sam."

Great... more that he didn't know about.

"Sam has met him?"

"Oh, yes. On the way back from Mission City my own, uh, ride was in no shape, so I called him and stopped by the place we'd towed his car to, to drop mine off, and so on. It's an interesting story, really."

"Ah... I apologize for the questions. I guess I'm just... wondering when Sam decided he couldn't trust me." And that was the honest truth. Ron was very much hurt by his child's betrayal of that fact.

"I don't think it was that he did not trust you, sir, Sam expressed that he wanted to 'come clean' with you on many occasions, but couldn't figure out how to bring it up."

"It could have gone something like this, 'Dad. I have a boyfriend. He's great, and I want to bring him over for dinner. Cool?'"

Bumblebee laughed, but there was still worry etched into his face as he shifted in his seat and seemed to get a far away look in his eyes.

"I guess so."

"We should get back to him, huh?" Ron finished his coffee and stood, allowing Bumblebee to do the same before leading his way out. He wasn't prepared for the large group that stood at the receptions desk. Behind it, a flustered looking woman was speaking and giving them directions. And then one by one they turned and headed his way.

The man in front was tall and had an air of authority. He wore a black leather jacket emblazoned with blue and red flames, and matching pants. That wasn't what hit Ron though, what hit him was the matching eye color of Bumblebee. Other then that, they didn't look anything alike.

"Ron Witwicky, this is my father, Orion Prime." Bumblebee's voice interrupted him, and as the man shook his hand, he actually forgot how to speak for a long moment.

"Want some Skittles?" Was the first thing out of House's mouth the moment he entered his friend's office. He sat down without bothering to get an answer, and tossed a bag of the rainbow candies at Wilson, who caught them, and raised an eyebrow.

"I heard about your little stunt from Cameron, and Cuddy both. You have good aim, and you managed to scare quite a few interns. Are you happy?" Wilson regarded his friend with calm curiosity that only years of knowing House could bring to a person. A person that did like him, at that.

"Of course. Now. Eat your Skittles. I have a mission that you have no choice but to accept."

"Really now."

"Ye-ah. You get to help me with this kiddo we got. He's a real mystery, and I have this feeling about him, you know. You're always bitching about how we need to do stuff together."

"Yes, House, stuff like movies and getting you out of the house before you devolve into a protoplasmic entity that does nothing but eat. At least now you eat and play video games." Wilson rolled his eyes and sighed, before chucking the Skittles into the nearest drawer of his desk.

"I am not a Digimon."

"A Digi-what?"

"Never mind. Just make sure you eat those Skittles before you show up in the kid's room, will you?"

House spoke as he got up from his seat and limped to the door.

"Why?" Wilson called after him, annoyed and showing it.

"It's a gay thing!"

The specialist sighed and let his head hit his desk. He spent a few minutes staring at the closed door before he opened the drawer he'd thrown the candy into, taking it out and inspecting it for tampering. Or maybe a clue, after all, House had a thing for stupid games.

Finding it 'safe' he opened it and started eating as he returned to the forms he was working on. House could wait until he was finished before he went to see what the big deal was for the man, what new thing had his friend in a state of such weirdness.

It only took a small comment from Orion Prime that she wasn't going to be able to help Sam heal if she was dead on her feet before Judy actually allowed her husband to pull her from the room. The rag-tag group that then entered was both frightening and intriguing to Foreman as he set up an IV for Sam. There was the man that was obviously the leader, Orion, and then there was Bumblebee, who he'd already met.

And then things got a little strange.

Robert Smith was the Doctor, and was breathing down his neck in a way that wasn't anywhere near pleasant. It made him feel like a newbie intern again, only some how worse. If that wasn't bad enough, the one that had introduced himself as Hide Lennox, looked like he was just aching to kill someone, maybe him. Though he was restrained by Will Lennox, and Foreman felt marginally better with that.

He couldn't figure out how they were related though, not at all.

Just like his curiosity for Barry Cooper, the two that labeled themselves as Buzz and Fren Wave. Cooper was a police officer, and his dark eyes showed that he was probably dangerous, while Fren acted like a little child and had instantly wanted to hug the injured teen as Sam smiled at him.

Buzz was the odd one out, and the only female of the group. She smirked at him, and when she spoke her voice was musical, and somehow haunting both at once.

Laying in bed, brown eyes tired, Sam welcomed the group with open arms.

"I'll give you all a few minutes." He muttered, before leaving to compose himself... and partially to go find Chase or Cameron, or even House to help back him up.

Tired, in pain despite the drugs he was on, and seriously nauseous, Sam still accepted hugs from Frenzy and Buzzsaw. He even grinned weakly when the hyperactive hacker hopped onto his hospital bed and lay across his legs, petting him.

At his side, Ratchet carefully unwrapped the bandages that had been around his hand, though he still winced at the look of worry that Optimus shot his way. The burns from the destruction of the All Spark were still no closer to healing, and had even darkened in color, expanded across his skin, since his last bandage change. They twisted, mimicking the symbols that had been etched into the alien artifact, like a tattoo artist had drunkenly attacked his skin.

"I wish I had been able to see this sooner Sam. You belong in my bay, not here. These machines are obstructing my scans." Ratchet re-wrapped the bandages, before he edged around the bed, fingers brushing over the IV that was in use, and then poking at the machine nearby. It made the human snort.

"So it does have something to do with the All Spark burns? They've been pestering me nonstop about those, why they aren't healing."

"Want me to handle them?" Buzzsaw smirked and flexed her hands, green eyes landing on a nurse that had happened to walk by. It scared the woman, who in turn sped away, and attracted the attentions of someone Sam very much didn't want to deal with.

"Allow me." Will muttered, cutting off the head of the hospital before she could even open her mouth. She looked pissed, and he could only imagine how they had taken care of Ratchet's credentials...

Sam shuddered and then flinched as someone even worse then the woman he'd found was named Cuddy entered his room.

"Robert Smith is the worst fake name I have ever heard."

"Oh? You must be Dr. House, then." Ratchet's eyes narrowed, and while Sam knew that it wasn't real, knew that the holograms of his friends could never produce heat as he felt it, he swore that it felt like the room's temperature increased. He kept a hold on Frenzy as the hologram went to move, a silent plea to not make things worse.

"Yeah. And I don't care what Cuddy, or the board says. You aren't going to steal my patient back to whatever secret little hide out you have. He's still got some painful tests to go through, for lying."

The sound of Ratchet's fist smashing into the doctor's face left Sam's stomach trying to rebel again, even as a full on fist-fight suddenly erupted and ended up in the hallway near his room.

"Damage control?" Ironhide drawled, while he and Barricade were already moving.

"Yes." Optimus sighed, before he clapped a hand down on Sam's shoulder.

"Sam... I think the time has come to explain things to your parents." His voice, soothing, left the human relaxed. He hadn't wanted them to find out in such a way, but it seemed that he had no choice. It was either tell them, or continue to be stuck in the Hospital of Horrors and crazy people.

"Soon." Sam mumbled, having a hard time staying awake as the drugs that Ratchet had increased the dose of, suddenly came into effect. He lost the battle even as Bumblebee cooed at him, while Frenzy nuzzled his leg and twitched.

Mikeala frowned when she entered the parking deck of the hospital Sam was being treated at. As she knew it was going to be, the lot was filled with familiar vehicles, but it just hammered home how a lot of her friends were freaking out.

She couldn't blame them one bit.

Ratchet kept the humans of the ever so slowly growing group of those that knew about the Cybertronians healthy, and more so, would decapitate anyone that dared to suggest otherwise. The fact that Sam was sick enough to have been flown in to see a specialist in diseases and ailments that were barely in any medical book said something.

It said that it was a serious matter.

"Get a little rest, will you? You just got back from a mission, and I know you're in need of a little cat-nap so to speak." Mikeala said as she parked and stepped from the vehicle and reached into the back seat for her bag, which was tossed over a shoulder. She ignored the muffled yelp, and even gave a weak grin when the voice of Jazz filtered from the speakers.

"As you ordered... and that was mean."

"At least I stopped humming the tune to the Red Swamp."

A low hum that was probably a chuckle ended the conversation, and the young woman headed for the steps. She only stopped when she reached the black and yellow Camero, giving it's hood a gentle pat.

"Don't worry 'Bee, they'll take care of your boy, or I'll gut them like carp." With that, she continued walking and ignoring the muffled sounds of a very annoyed mech that was hiding with her.

Inside, she asked for directions to Sam's room, and sighed when she reached it only to find Ratchet being drug from a fight with some other person, a human.

"Smooth." Mikeala snorted and accepted a small hug from Frenzy, before the sound of an obnoxious voice drew her from her greeting of the people in the room.

"How many people does this kid know? Holy shit, and a hot one at that." It was the one that had been fighting with Ratchet, ruffled up nicely, and the woman smirked, handing her bag over to Barricade, before she walked over to the doctor.

"I'm Mikeala, and your name is?"

"Dr. House."

"Well, Doctor," she purred, smoothing his shirt, before wrapping her hand around his collar and yanking him down to where he was hunched painfully. "Let me explain this to you gently. Sam and I dated, and I care for him deeply. I've read about you, and crippled or not, I will not hesitate to kill you slowly and without mercy should you screw this up."

Her grip was suddenly gone, and she smiled warmly at the approved look that Barricade shot her, as well as the way Optimus had face-palmed. Hanging around the Constructicons was starting to show...

House opened his mouth to speak, only for a hand to cover it, another man, this one more obviously a doctor, bowing his head and muttering apologies before dragging him out, and away.

"Such an entertaining place they brought him to." She muttered darkly, settling down on the bed and running a hand through Sam's hair while the man slept. "Let's hope we can sneak him out easily enough."

"Before they kill him accidentally. Because these symptoms... they're different then anything else. Anything human." Ratchet added.