Title: Error Operator
Chapter: 7/?
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: Have I annoyed anyone by a lack of answered questions, yet? Everything will be answered by the end, I can promise that, it's just... taking a long ass time.

Disclaimer: Don't own.

When he was still a miner in the mines of Iacon, before the Fighting Pits opened, before the first war, Megatron saw depravity. He saw Seekers, forced to work in the deep pits, go insane from lack of flight. He once saw a mech cannibalized for fuel when rations were cut, another killed for his own ration. Those trapped in cave-ins were left to die of starvation, and their screams haunted him for ages.

The sparkless look that their attackers had in their optics was a thousand times worse.

"You did what you had to," Megatron said, gentler then most thought possible.

Prowl looked at him, but said nothing for a long moment.

"I know. That was not the Grindor that I once knew, there was... nothing there."

"And I thank you for your quick action."

Both looked at Glit where the mech sat on his own medical berth, fixing the dent in his armor with some difficulty. It wasn't bad, but the location had caused some issues with transforming. He purred when Prowl smiled at him.

"Well, I wasn't going to let him shoot you, you know. I'd be stuck on a ship with a bunch of mechs who scorn logic if I did."

Megatron snorted, but made no comment against it. While he didn't scorn logic, as Prowl thought, he did refuse to let it run his existence. There were times when this led him to issues, such as the one that in turn led him to becoming a mech he was not.

He was grateful for his death and partial resparking, for that very reason.

"We're turning back, anyway, those we found need to be reported to Optimus. Once we're back in range, Soundwave will broadcast our signal. Maybe by then we'll have Reflector back." Megatron hadn't seen his spy-set since he'd followed the AllSpark into space, and truth be told...

He liked Reflector. They were wonderful at what they did, obeyed orders without question, and worked well with both Soundwave and Starscream when either took control for him. Grudges had not been kept with the end of the war for the most part, they were not indicative for a working society.

But he seriously did want to frag the shit out of whoever just left the spies as they were.

The rest of the time spent traveling back, Megatron made himself busy in the small office space the Xantium afforded. He had to take care of things, make sure that when they did land back on Earth, the dead did not have to wait long for peace.

And the list for those dead wasn't a short one, not by a long shot.

The group they'd found seemingly 'guarded' by Grindor wasn't small. There had been the charred remains of High Wire and Sureshock. Under them they'd found Nightbird, nearly cut in half, his torn spark casing showing that at least he died quickly.

The Med Bay revealed two more of the dead in a back room that they found as they gathered what supplies it had.

He was slightly worried about what Optimus' reaction was going to be when the Prime found that, along with Arcee, Elita One had been killed, both with injuries that made even the Lord High Protector cringe.

Evidence of bite marks on major energon lines, missing armor...

Someone had been chewing on them, before death at that.

Then of course, there were the three Skyraiders, who he'd killed. Leozack, Guyhawk, and Skyquake, each death had been swift, but they'd left him wondering.

Where the slag where the others? Airrazor, or Hooligan, even Hellbat, the six where inseparable, and he could only assume that they were dead as well.

It made his spark heavy.

Megatron met Soundwave on the bridge when they were in range to see Earth, and he placed a hand on the tape-deck's shoulder as he watched.

"Are they ready for us to land?"

"Yes, Lord Megatron."

"Good."

"So, let me spell this out. His body is stressed from having to form a spark, which is like a soul for one of you guys. And this is something that... has happened before?" Cameron put her head in her hands and rubbed her eyes tiredly with a sigh.

"Yes." Ratchet looked at Sam, who was scribbling through his second notebook, and then back to the group of doctors that were conversing around him. He was worried about the rate the human wrote, even though it seemed to help Sam rest after he got to a point where he was about to pass out.

"But it's only ever occurred with other robotic species. Sam is organic." From his position looking through more enlarged texts, Blackout added the statement. His rotors were flexed back, stiff and tense, like a Seeker's wings would be.

Ratchet gripped one gently, unsurprised when it twitched in his hand. As soon as Starscream and his trine were back from their mission in Australia, he planned on having them go flying with Blackout.

It would, hopefully, relieve some of the tension in the rotory's frame.

"And, what would you do if he wasn't organic?" House spoke up, making Ratchet turn to him, leaving his fellow medic for the time being.

"We'd give him a special energon mix, with supplements added to it. That, and he'd be spending more time with Bumblebee."

"Well, why don't you do that then?"

For a few clicks, Ratchet just stared, before he finally shuttered his optics and looked at Blackout. It... was a good question. Interfacing was the easy one, if Sam was more coherent, then that could happen. Otherwise, though, they'd never even tried to see what would happen should a human touch energon, let alone ingest it.

The substance was raw energy, and would likely cause burns, or radiation poisoning.

Unless...

"Liquid energon would kill him, but maybe energel, or metaloid candies could work. What do you think, Blackout?"

"I think we could figure something out. I mean, half of the energy of it would be holding it together, so worst case scenario, he throws it back up." The dark armored medic hummed and thought for a moment, though it was cut off by one of the humans.

"Or he dies of poisoning."

Cuddy rolled her eyes when they all stared at her, throwing the book she'd been reading through down.

"What? It's true. We need to think about this, neither of you have one ever worked on organics in this way, right? But he's as good as dead if we don't do anything either. The problem will be his parents, how are you going to convince them to let you give their son what amounts to an energy drink on crack?"

"Oh. That's easy." House snorted.

"Yeah, how is it easy?" From his own seat, Foreman copied her and then leaned back.

"We'll just sic Cameron on them. She can convince them of anything." The diagnostician popped one of his vicoden pills and shrugged.

"Why me?"

"Why her?"

Cameron and Chase both spoke at the same time, and then paused to look at each other, before they glared at their boss. It was a look copied by Cuddy as the woman raised an eye brow.

"Yes, do tell. Why should we have Cameron do it when it was your idea?"

"Everyone hates him. We're lucky Judy hasn't tried to shiv him with one of her heels." Wilson spoke up for his friend, if it would be called doing so, and sighed.

"Thanks pal, you're such a good friend."

"Shut up, House."

Ratchet chuckled, unable to help it, and then shrugged.

"That settles it." He started walking towards the modified shelving area that had ended up serving as the humans' conference room with them.

"Oh?" Blackout looked at him in confusion.

"We'll just go toss the pest in the storage room again... And the rest of us will discuss it with them."

"Wait, that's not what I m-"

"Not mine, this time."

"Of course not."

The landing of the Xantium left semi-chaos for those on the military base that were, in fact, military. Ron watched them run around with interest, standing outside and leaning against one of Bumblebee's legs just because he had to get out of the deep, winding maze of tunnels that the Cybertronians lived in.

If something happened, Ratchet would retrieve them, and there was literally nothing else they could do. So they watched the landing, a comfort for each other as much as anything.

When the first two mechs exited the ship, Ron blinked in surprise. He'd heard Lennox talk about Seekers, even though the ones they 'had' were on a mission somewhere far off...

"Jetfire, and Jetstorm. We were afraid that they were dead." Bumblebee gave a happy sounding chirp, and reached a hand down to keep him from falling as they walked over to a nearby military jet. The next thing the human knew they were transforming, the only difference between themselves and the jet were the bright orange and blue colors.

They shot off a second later, circling the base.

"What the hell?"

"Sky-hunger," Bumblebee said softly, "they were probably grounded too long."

At least that didn't need much explanation, the tone of voice was enough for Ron to understand. He didn't think much of it as they suddenly banked and headed off, doing maneuvers that no human pilot could.

The next mech was black and white, blue optics landing on them as he walked towards the doorway they sat at.

"Welcome back, Prowl."

"Thank you, Bumblebee, and hello, parent of Sam," Prowl murmured. To Ron he seemed like a very controlled person, and already he could feel respect for the guy. The human smiled at him, unsure if he should be worried that the mech knew him, when they'd just met.

"Bumblebee told me. And no, I'm not a telepath, that would be Soundwave's forte, not mine."

Before Ron could respond, he bowed his head.

"Excuse me, I must report to Optimus, I'm sure you understand..."

And then he was gone, and Ron turned his attention back on the ship, where others had already come out, and were heading their way. The one that made him double take was the large white and blue feline walking their way. He, or she, looked greatly like a saber-toothed cat.

The cassettes were one thing, they were at least... normal animals, kind of? He wasn't sure what to think.

"I swear to Unicron, I can't wait to be in a real Med Bay, one that doesn't move." The voice was light and not at all deep or really male, though that didn't seem to mean anything, anyway...

"You're a doctor?" Ron couldn't help the surprise that filtered through, grinning sheepishly when he was given an even look.

"My designation is Glit, yours? And no, I am a medic, not a doctor."

"I'm Ron. And I'm sorry, I was just surprised, I mean... paws can't make it easy to hold tools..."

Bumblebee snickered while Glit snorted and padded silently away from them, calling over his shoulder as he went.

"That is why I don't use my paws."

"Don't feel bad, Glit isn't always so grumpy." Bumblebee said when the mech was out of range, and as a few more people walked past them, looking quite tired to the human. One of them looked a lot like a Seeker, though he wasn't sure how three wings instead of two were needed. The mech nodded their way as he passed them, before he disappeared inside.

The last of the group made Ron gape. He was larger then Optimus Prime, and also a flier, his wings tucked back as he walked their way, strong and sure steps radiating the same power that Optimus did when Ron spoke to him.

"Lord Megatron."

"Ah, Bumblebee, and where is your ward? This cannot be him, we were not gone that long!" Megatron knelt and looked at him, red optics glowing.

"Sam is... in the Med Bay. Ratchet has the details, but this is one of his progenitors, Ron."

Ron stared, both horrified, and proud, as the mech cocked his head in confusion, and then held out a finger, obviously for him to shake.

"Nice to meet you. And I do apologize, but I would like to see Ratchet, and then must find Optimus and speak to him as well. We must talk later, though."

"It's... uh, fine." The human said, watching the mech leave, and then turning on Bumblebee, glaring at him.

"You said that Sam killed Megatron!" The mech was bigger then Optimus for Christ's sakes, there was no way that his little boy had killed... as much as he believed in Sam. And more-so, even brought back to life as they'd told him, he'd been certain that at least some grudge would be held!

"He did, he shoved the AllSpark into Megatron's chest. It cleared the control that was had over his processor and spark. When we went to drop him into the ocean, we didn't realize that he, and anyone who'd come into contact with AllSpark energy during the battle weren't dead, just... rebooting."

Ron let the information process, and then frowned.

"But he's so... nice. I expected a grudge, you know? I'd be pretty pissed if someone killed me."

"Well, yes. But you have to understand that Sam did Megatron a favor by killing him. Megatron was the Lord High Protector of Cybertron before the Fallen warped him, and now he can be Lord High Protector again, is Lord High Protector again. Everything that he's worked so hard for... including Optimus."

The human sighed, it did make sense, in a strange way...

"What do you mean, Optimus? He's a leader too, right?"

"Optimus is a Prime, correct, but he and Megatron are more then just leaders, they're practically spark bonded. Fighting was slowly killing them anyway."

"Spark bonded... you told me about that before." Ron leaned back, remembering what had been said between them, when he'd still thought that his son's... boyfriend, was human, normal. It was slightly strange to look back and see the little things that should have done more then just make it all a curiosity.

"So, does that mean that they're both your parents, or what?"

Bumblebee laughed, shaking his head.

"No. I lied in the hospital, Optimus is no more one of my creators then he is yours, the same with Megatron."

"Oh." Well, that at least gave him some explanation, though Ron could understand the need, he sometimes wasn't sure what had been a lie and what had been truth while they'd been there. The nickname thing had been a stroke of genius in many ways.

"Anything else you're curious about?"

"Actually... When we were waiting for you, Barricade said a few things..."

The look on Bumblebee's face, exasperation, with a hint of humor, made the man raise an eye brow. They were all giant alien robots, but it was still weird to think of some of the things that Barricade had talked about doing. Ratchet had already explained that none of them had the things needed for 'organic' sex, as it was put.

"Was he teasing Sam about the Shower Incident with Frenzy?"

"What? No..."

"Oh, uh..."

Ron crossed his arms and looked up expectantly.

"No. No. Do tell about this one."