Title: Error Operator
Chapter: 5/?
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: I hope you all like Lazerbeak and Buzzsaw's back story. I wanted to add it in somewhere, since I've yet to be able to use it elsewhere...
Also, the next chapter will answer more questions. Like some of the ones about Megatron... XD Also, I do apologize for this taking so long, but I'd been running around like a headless chicken trying to get things together for a move.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
At the age of eleven, Miles stole his dad's knife from its hiding spot, sneaked out at a half hour of midnight, and met up with Sam in front of the other boy's house. From there they had carefully made it to the park, and Sam, having stolen candles and a lighter, set them up.
By the light of the only candles and moon, and at exactly midnight, they swore an oath to be friends forever, and each made a cut on one of their palms. Shaking hands rubbed the blood together, and finished the pact.
Miles had never told Sam that he'd gotten the whole stunt from some comic book. He was pretty sure Sam knew anyway.
It didn't really matter, they were still friends, even though certain things had made that hard.
The fact that his job hadn't allowed him to make it to Sam's bedside in the hospital was something he would never forget, but the moment he had gotten his boss to give him a few extra days... the teen had been on his way home not more then a minute later.
He was one of the few humans to have more then one Cybertronian guardian, depending on who was free or who wanted to visit with him. Sometimes though, he was on his own.
To Miles, it wasn't a bad thing, either. As cool as it was to know them, it was just as not cool to have to fight over if his choices that were less then healthy, such as eating take out or ramen for meal after meal... or a large box of doughnuts. That fight had been one he'd lost, and it wasn't a pleasant one.
"Hey, Big Guy." Miles smiled as Optimus Prime pulled up to where he was waiting, rain steadily drizzling, and climbed into the cab of the mech.
"Good afternoon, Miles." The teen buckled his seat belt, and ducked under the hand that reached out to ruffle his wet hair.
Optimus enjoyed teasing him, like a parent would, and was one of the few mechs that he never argued with.
"Thanks for grabbing me. ...How's Sam?"
"He is still quite ill, but Ratchet and Blackout are going through medical databases from both Cybertron and Earth."
Miles frowned and fiddled with the strap to his bag.
"The database that they spent an entire month copying onto data pads? I thought that wasn't a complete one. Besides, why would they be looking there? I, I mean... will he be alright?" There was no way Sam was going to die, right? He promised he wouldn't die, ever, and had already lived through a war, even.
The damned thing wasn't even one from their own planet!
"Ratchet's looking into something specific, but neither he nor Blackout are willing to tell anyone what until they get a chance to talk to Bumblebee and Sam's parents."
"Oh."
"Miles. When we get to base, the first thing you will be doing is eating. And I do not mean 'junk' food, I speak of real real food that has not been processed nine ways to Cybertron and back."
Miles blinked, and then crossed his arms. Trust Optimus to know that he had come straight home from work, called, changed, and ran out the door. He had been in a hurry, damn it! After a week of not even getting a chance to even call...
"I'm fine, really."
"Do I have to tell Mikeala? I will, if I must." The low rumble and wicked smirk thrown his way from the driving hologram gave Miles the shivers. Mikeala would do things to him, horrible, horrible things if she found out!
"That's not fair!"
"What is not fair is your lack of care over your body. Sam is stable, and you are of no help if you keel over from malnourishment. Really, Sam is not the only one important, Miles, you are just as special to us a he is."
Blushing, the teen scrambled for words to say, before he settled on blushing and mumbling something about his willingness to eat, as well as the idea that Optimus should write a book on raising self esteem.
"Good. Now, explain to me why exactly your boss was so reluctant to give you a few days off when, from what I've heard, you're one of the few people there that really work."
"Eh... I think that's the reason, actually... She knows I won't steal, or slack off, or let a customer get in anyone's face..."
Optimus frowned and turned to look at him, confused.
"I hope to Primus you are joking."
"No. Dude... just, no. I need to send you to a few websites I see. The reason why Mikeala calls Sam and I retail-slaves? Yeah, that's not really a joke..." Miles snorted, before pulling out his phone to text the URLs to the mech. They would be perfect for him to go through during a meeting...
The image of which had him giggling like crazy.
While Buzzsaw twittered and stretched, metallic 'feathers' spreading out, she preened. She was well aware of the human eyes on her, one of the creators of Sam, trying to keep from falling apart, or wrecking.
Of course, such was not in her 'job description' to worry or take care of any human not under her direct guardianship. But Judy was nice, and in a strange, abstract way, reminded her of Soundwave.
That reminder was most certainly not her ditzy behavior, or her frail appearance. It was more likely that it was the cold look thrown at one of the army men when they'd sat down to watch T.V. while laughing.
They didn't stay long.
"You could use some rest, why not allow your husband to take guard? Or one of us. It is our duty."
The woman shifted and stared at her for a long moment before she answered.
"It is my duty, not yours. He is my child, and I rested enough at that bloody fucking hospital!" Her annoyance probably stemmed from being told to rest before, and Buzzsaw didn't blame her one bit... but that didn't stop the femme from daintily walking over, and settling across Judy's lap.
She was small compared to her bigger Cybertronian fellows, and even in comparison to many Earth animals. But she was just as strong, and just as good at her job.
"What are you doing?"
"If you will not stop in your endeavors, then I will start my own for your sake, Judy. Do not forget that we are not organic, the limitation that you have, we do not share. And Master Soundwave was very adamant about us keeping busy in his absence anyway." Buzzsaw gave a musical tweet and wrapped her elongated neck around the human's, resting on one tense shoulder.
Her form was a chaotic mix of deadly hawk, and elegant swan, useful in many ways, such as wrapping herself around a person, be they of her own species, or of another.
"...Master Soundwave? But... if you are a slave then-"
"No, human, it is not slavery as you understand the concept." Buzzsaw chuckled, purring low in her vocaloid as Judy started petting her, confusion leching out of the woman in broadcast waves.
"I am a Symbiont, I serve my Master willingly, and in turn for my submission, Soundwave is responsible for my well being, my care and my life." There wasn't anything on Earth like what they had on Cybertron, so it wasn't that much of a surprise that she had to explain... again.
Judy cocked her head, fingers continuing their brush against black and orange armor, before speaking. "How did you become one, then, were you born into it?"
Oh, that question had never been one that was asked...
"I was just a mech in the pits of Iacon before the start of the war, part of a fighting team that consisted of myself and my brother. An opponent we allowed to live attacked me from behind as we turned to leave the arena... Soundwave was in the crowd, and saw."
She smirked and cooed in remembrance, shifting her body against the woman's.
"What did he do?"
"He saved us. I was bleeding out, and Lazerbeak was starting to fade as well... Soundwave entered the ring, and offered us a chance to live with him. We took it, of course. Even then he was a well known figure among those in the pits."
"Wow... but there is one thing I don't understand. You said you were a mech, right, male? Now you're female?" More confusion, but this time it wasn't as bad. It was interesting that Judy fell so easily into her grip, distraction, and then soon relaxation.
The woman would be out like a light.
"For us, there is no genders as you're thinking. I was mech, correct, I had a bulky frame, and so did Lazerbeak. But when we were given new forms by our Master, we decided that 'femme' more suited us."
"You can switch back and forth?"
"You could say that, I suppose. It wouldn't be unusual for Optimus Prime to randomly start referring to himself as a femme if he so chose to, or any other person for that matter. Mech and femme are nearly interchangeable terms in Cybertronian, the words are only different through dialogue usage and pronunciation. I could be a mech now, but a femme later today."
Judy frowned and leaned back in her seat, silent for a few moments.
"Distracting me by dangling carrots like these isn't very nice you know," she said finally. "Though I appreciate it, and I will be back I promise, I think I'm going to go see if Ron's awake."
Chuckling, Buzzsaw untangled herself and let Judy walk away, before flying after her, out of range. Oh, she was enjoying the smarts that the woman had. Even some of her own had fallen for that technique...
That was fine that she hadn't though, it gave her a chance to go find Lazerbeak, and see if her twin was willing to have some fun.
The look that Ratchet gave him wasn't angry, or upset, or anything near it for that matter when he walked into the Med Bay. It wasn't even disappointment...
Bumblebee almost wished that it was one of those.
"We've been searching through the databases, and I think I've figured out what's going on with Sam. Though... it all hinges on the answers to a few questions..."
Doorwings perking, the mech waited for Ratchet to continue, patiently rubbing a hand along his human's back as Sam sat in his other, after having begged to be allowed to move for once.
"I need to know if you've showed Sam your spark, 'Bee, and how you've been interfacing."
Sam actually laughed, albeit a forced one, and Bumblebee shook his head, running a fingertip down the teen's spine to quiet him.
His first thought was to question why Ratchet would need to know that type of thing, the only thing that came to mind was about certain species mating with Cybertronians and gaining sparks. But none of those cases had ever been with organics, just other robotic life forms.
"We've experimented..." Sam started slowly, hesitantly. "I like watching him overload himself, his spark is so pretty... is that what you mean? Stuff like that?"
"Yes, Sam. He thinks that maybe our interfacing might be the cause of your illness, and that that illness might be the start of a spark in you."
"... Oh. OK then."
Ratchet 'blinked' and bent down, pointing a finger at the small human.
"You do not seem surprised, or upset."
"Well, getting upset would be useless, and would probably make me throw up again. And as for being surprised... I think I'm in shock a bit. The room is tilting. Oh, I think I might puke anyway..." Bumblebee chirped in alarm and let his fingers drop away, causing the pale teen to fall over, eyes closed.
"Yeah... wow."
"That is definitely shock." The medic muttered dryly, running a scan, and then pointing to the bed.
When Sam was on it, he Blackout to come in, offering the mech a data pad as he fiddled with one of his external scanning tools, one that he used on human soldiers.
"How many times have you overloaded with open chest plates around Sam, Bumblebee?"
"Approximately seven... We stopped when his burns started hurting him, I was worried that the electrical charge might be what was irritating them."
"And then shortly after that we wanted you to take a look, but I passed out." Sam's voice was stifled from lying on his side with his face pressed into the fabric of his pillow. He looked fine, but was obviously still in shock, as he kept blinking up at them, but made no move to sit up.
"Your symptoms are the same as any of those cases for the most part." Blackout skimmed through the data pad and then handed it to Bumblebee.
"The, dizzy spells, exhaustion, passing out, muscles, and joints aching... the only things that were not recorded as being any issue are the nausea, and head aches. But we have that incessant pest House assholing his way through texts with his team to see if there are any known human cases were radiation poisoning has reacted like this." Ratchet spoke while injecting a sedative into Sam's IV, and snorted when the human giggled.
"Assholing? I like that one... Can I use that one, Ratchet? Please~? It's so bitchy... I like it. I do... I like it."
"Sure, Sam, if you remember it when you wake up you can do whatever the slag you want with it."
"Swee-eet~"
Six hours later, Sam woke up to Bumblebee petting him, mind clearer then it had been in weeks. He had a start of a spark inside him... it was enough to weird anyone out, let alone him. But then, in comparison to some of the things that his own human culture had produced? Aliens, Predators, Independence Day...
"I'm sorry."
The human blinked and turned to look at his partner, using his good hand to sit up. Blue optics looked down at him, sad and very unlike what he adored.
"What? Why?"
"Your illness and situation. If I, we, had known..."
"We'd still do the same, and you know it... Well, we'd have gone to Ratchet sooner. And maybe found an alien version of the pill or condom, but you know..." He trailed off, and then grinned wryly at Bumblebee, one eye brow raised.
"What?"
"Your ability to joke about something that is killing you is uncannily human."
"I'm not joking. You think this is going to scare me away? Psht." Sam snorted and gripped the finger that had been petting him, then with a roll of his eyes. he kissed the tip, and shook his head. "You can't get rid of me that easily."
"I wouldn't dream of getting rid of you any way."
"Good. I'd haunt your sorry aft."
Bumblebee chuckled, hologram forming to crawl into the bed and pull Sam flush against him, petting dark hair. He could feel the teen melt against him, giving a sleepy yawn.
"Oh, come on Bee, I'm all sweaty and gross..."
"Go back to sleep, Sam."
He already was half way there.