Title: Error Operator
Chapter: 3/?
Rating: Teen
Warning: Slash, mentions of sex, House, AU, and cursing here and there.
Fandom: Transformers Movie'Verse and House.
Pairing: Many, many pairings. So far shown, Sam/Bee, Ratchet/Cuddy, HouseWilson, and Cameron/Chase.
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: Yes that is an OC down there, kinda. I stole her last name from some random human-list at Teletran1. She'll... probably never be mentioned ever again.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
When Judy came in early the next morning it wasn't as much of a shock to see Bumblebee sitting in the chair next to her son's bed as she thought it should have been. It was the same thing when she saw that he wasn't alone, and that a doctor was standing next to him. The one the nice army official, Lennox she remembered his name was, told her about.
They were speaking in low tones, and Judy frowned, thinking that if it was medical information she should have been called first and foremost, damn it!
"You need to rest, 'Bee." Getting close enough to hear, had her anger evaporating.
"But..."
"Now, or I'll fragging sedate you."
Bumblebee gave the man, Smith, she reminded herself, a reproachful look, and to her shock, disappeared into thin air.
A part of Judy rebelled and wanted to run over, scream, and rip the other man away from her son when no surprise was even hinted at on the man's face. She looked around and noticed that most of the nurses were busy, hadn't even noticed...
The part in control simply steeled herself and continued on her way into the room, even smiling when Smith looked right at her, and said in a careful voice.
"You didn't scream in terror or rage, I'm happy with that. Bumblebee didn't even notice you, which shows how much he needed to let his systems rest."
"You knew." It wasn't accusatory, just neutral, and she was happy to find that her voice wasn't shaking.
"Of course. But full explanations will have to wait until later. The team of doctors that were assigned to Sam are adamant about keeping him in their care, even as higher authorities work against them." The doctor shrugged and for a few moments, his eyes glowed a bright blue. It didn't frighten her, it just was intriguing and quite... helpful, really.
"They are having a meeting of sorts. I suppose I should attend."
"Go." Judy nodded and sat down in the chair that Bumblebee had been in, some what hesitantly. She sighed as the doctor left the room silently, and let her mind wonder while she waited. Ron was supposed to be bringing coffee, and she had a feeling that even an entire pot wouldn't help the feeling in the back of her mind that was nagging.
Usually Ratchet wasn't one to gloat over winning a fight.
When it came to that fight with House, where he had seriously wanted to harm the man, but didn't, it was something that he considered a trade off of sorts.
He entered the conference room to find the small team under House, along with another doctor looking through books, and generally surprising him. House himself was sitting at the head of the table, playing with some weird little toy.
There was Foreman, who he'd already met and talked to extensively, and he recognized Chase and Cameron from their files, as well as the other doctor, Wilson. It was interesting to see how they acted and argued, and was a bit of fresh air to the mech.
Medical debates had been an enjoyable part of training when he was a youngling.
"I see that you're showing no ill effects from last night." Ratchet gave a side long glance to the tensed group and walked over to the white board that had Sam's symptoms scribbled across it.
"I just checked his tests, the IV drips you've had him on aren't showing much of an effect."
"Get out. This is meeting is for real people without crappy fake names." House snapped.
"I'm real."
"You still have a very stupid and obviously fake name."
Ratchet didn't rise to the bait, instead he cocked his head and turned to Wilson.
"A cancer specialist? While the symptoms-"
"He's here to control our boss." Cameron didn't even look up from the book she was studying. "And to make sure that when Cuddy comes in this morning she doesn't kill him in a way that will make a mess."
"Traitor!"
"Mm." The medic shrugged as he became aware of someone heading their way, someone giving off a lot of heat and anger. It was Cuddy, who he'd come to respect after only a minute of speaking with her over the phone. Silently he waved at the group and followed her to her office. As interesting as the lack of speech from the others was, and as much as he wanted to infuriate House more... He knew the look on the face of the woman.
"I was just faxed a few files, and want to make myself very clear." The no nonsense voice made his engines purr nicely.
"Of course."
"I don't believe House's stupid rants about you not being real, or anything of that matter. But if the kid leaves with you, and I find that I can no longer find his files, there will be hell to pay. He was brought here for a reason."
"Why would his files disappear?"
"Military interest in a teen, without having any family in the military, a group of people that look like they walked out of a comic book in my hospital visiting him? Please. I may not agree with House, but I'm far from stupid."
The respect level he had for Cuddy grew sharply, and he smiled as he leaned over her desk. He still didn't have his own human partner to study from, as much as he wanted one...
"What if I could, say, explain things to you in greater length?"
She frowned at him.
"What?"
"If you think the military and your government have so much control over this, how about I fix that? I'll need help when we move Sam anyway, and he isn't the only one I must look after." Ratchet didn't make the offer lightly. He had read over the reports for the woman in front of him, and as he spoke he made sure to make it so that it wasn't full blown chaos when they made it to the base.
"And House? His team?"
That question was a bit of a surprise, but the medic took it in stride.
"Do you trust them? In particular, do you trust House? He isn't quite..."
"I do. It may not show but House does care, and those under him are the best that we have. Well, plus Wilson, but he's the only that can somewhat control the idiot." Ah, that made sense a little, and it was quite courageous for her to admit that she didn't really control him. It made Ratchet's smile widen, and he made note to speak to a certain someone about the files he had.
"I'll take care of it on my end then. Have them ready to leave when we are."
"Thank you."
"My pleasure." And for once, it really was. He just hoped House wouldn't anger him to the point of homicide.
When it came to House, Cuddy was afraid that she had made the wrong choice, was afraid that it was a mistake to involve him in something that needed more tact then a small child.
Because that was the absolute height of tact that House would ever have.
Sometimes she thought she still might have feelings for the man, but then he would behave like a insolent child, and those feelings would disappear in the cloud of smoke. And either way, Wilson had laid his claim as soon as he'd had a chance, was much more patient then herself.
Wilson also had seemed to have found a way to control House's temperament, though she had yet to figure out how. Any attempts to ask or figure it out had ended horribly.
Plus, when any whispers remained, a bottle of Whiskey took care of them very nicely.
"So what did the fictitious government pawn want?"
And there he was...
"Samuel Witwicky is being released into their care tomorrow morning. You, Wilson, and your team had better be ready to leave with them, or we're leaving you behind."
"Wait... what?"
Cuddy smirked at the look of shock that appeared on House's face. It instantly made her feel better about her decision. She rolled her eyes and nonchalantly started the paperwork that had been faxed to her, and then smiled when House's hands slammed into her desk and the man studied the papers she was working on.
"Did you fuck him?"
"No. Now get out before I change my mind on allowing you to come with us." The director replied evenly, a soft sigh escaping her when her order was actually obeyed for once.
The question did bring up the way she did enjoy Smith's methods, and she was quite aware that he enjoyed her own company. When they were let in on whatever secret was being kept, and assuming that the government would let them live, she would most certainly not turn down a date.
Or the fucking, if it got to that.
"I'm not going to wither away, Barricade. Will you please stop making less then discrete comments to try and get me to eat?" Sam smirked when the 'man' glared and threw his hands in the air, while his dad wordlessly watched the conversation in confusion.
The teen rolled his eyes as Barricade, another 'nickname' Ron had figured out, crossed his arms and glared.
"Ratchet and Bumblebee both gave explicit instructions for you to ingest something."
"Yeah, well. I tried this morning, remember? Then I puked. Puking is not fun, Barricade." Sam met the glare with more backbone then Ron would have thought possible. To be honest, the police officer terrified him. No, not just terrified him, the gaze actually made him want to instantly take a step back.
Sam seemed immune. He also seemed immune to the threatening of the military doctor that had been brought in.
"What about that medicine they gave you?"
"It's obviously not working." Barricade raised an eyebrow and then snorted.
"Then we will find something for you to drink. And then you will drink."
"Oh. Are you going to make me?"
"Naturally."
Sam pulled his legs up against his body and shook his head, not at all seeming to mind the contact when the police officer touched him, fingertips tracing one of the bruises that had been obtained during his first collapse.
"I made Bumblebee behave, if I can make him, I can surely make you."
That sent Ron on edge, and he gaped when Sam actually laughed, and accepted the 'challenge' or whatever it was.
"I cuffed him first, let Frenzy at him..."
Ron couldn't believe his ears at some of the things that came out of Barricade's mouth, and to son for fucks sakes, about his son's lover! And Sam didn't even seem to mind, snorting at times, downright laughing at others, and both of them seeming to have forgotten that he was in the same room as them.
"Really. Bumblebee let you do all of that, in the rec room, even?" Sam asked when the man stopped, and by the time that Ron was seriously questioning if he wanted his child to know such people.
His mouth fell open, when Barricade shrugged, and then gave a low growl as Sam groped him... followed by a smack to the head.
"Stop watching porn while I'm sick, you asshole. And especially not porn that bad. God, if you're that desperate, go ask 'Keala for some."
"Sam!" He cried out, very much expecting... not the way Barricade grinned widely, evilly, and fell back in one of the chairs.
"It was Frenzy's fault. He insists on watching it on my dash."
Sam snorted and then gave his dad a sheepish, guilty look. "What?"
"Stop being a sexual deviant in the middle of a hospital." Ron groused.
"Pfft. Sure, dad, sure." He looked at the police officer and slapped the nearest hand. "You heard him, no more porn talks. Or he'll kick you out."
"I'd like to see him try..." Barricade's gaze fell on him, and Ron pulled back on reflex.
Yeah, he'd like to see himself try too.
Julie Knight had been a doctor for well over fifteen years. She was smart, and liked to think that she had a bit of The Sight.
She saw things a little differently, felt the way a person's personality was before she talked to them, and was good at her job because of that. Her friends teased her mercilessly about the Science Fiction books that lined her shelves, but never made a comment about her Wiccan beliefs.
Even when she dragged one of her close friends into a back room and begged the woman to trade shifts with her, allowing her to take one last look at the young man that would be leaving the next morning, her friend said nothing, and agreed.
Julie could feel the energy in the room the moment she entered. She did her rounds as she would have normally, but stayed close as the night wore on. It didn't take long after things settled for her to hear the soft voices coming from the room. Her coworkers assumed it was the TV, but Julie wasn't so easily swayed by that idea.
Mostly because in the few days that Sam Witwicky had been with them, the teen never watched TV. It was an oddity, but somethings just didn't warrant needing an explanation.
"You are so melodramatic. Even if I do die, I already promised my video games to Miles, you douche." The voice of Sam made her smile a little as she listened in.
"But, but... I thought you love me. Come on, man... That's not even a good joke." A second voice, one she couldn't place answered him, and she sneaked inside to look. It was a good thing that the boy was turned away from her, on his side, in the soft light she could see the lump of metal curled up against the small of his back.
It was all angles and dark blue coloring, with glowing blue eyes. One hand was loosely laid over his hip, sharp looking claws tipping each finger.
"Alright, Wheelie, I love you more then life itself, more then Bumblebee, and, shit, or whatever. Now recharge, will you?"
"I knew you loved me."
Before she was noticed Julie slipped back out, grinning at the exchange she'd just witnessed. The little robot-thing had been cute, and helped explain the energy that had been filling the hospital little by little. It also sated her curiosity, and she hummed a little as she went to check out for her break.
Outside, she blinked, but made no comment when a black and white police car rolled up to the curb, paused, and then continued driving. It had been snooping around for a few days already, and she recognized it, it and the others that it was usually seen with.
As she turned to go back inside, putting out the stub of her cigarette, she shivered, feeling as though something was watching her. Julie turned in a full circle, and snorted as she spotted the cop car a few blocks away. With a wave to it, she shrugged, and went back to work.