Sam groaned as he left the main entrence of work. Finally, another day was finished.
"I'm glad that's over with, Bee" He grunted, getting into his car.
"Hey, think about it, you get the next month off to move into your new house!" Bumblebee Chirped through the radio.
"I almost forgot about that, I wonder if Carly's packed yet."
"One way to find out!"
Bumblebee started his engine as Sam fastened his seatbelt. Sam lay his hands on the steering weel.
"Let's go Bee."
Carly was already waiting at the door when Sam and Bumblebee arrived. She wasn't happy.
"What's the matter?" Sam asked as he climbed out of Bee.
"Your side of the room is a mess, Sam. And don't get me started on the basement."
"The basement? When did we have a basement?"
"We've always had a basement. You just never payed attention. Four years, Sam, and you still don't pay attention." Carly sighed. Sam smirked.
"I tend not to pay attention to dark, damp things."
"Oh? Yet you've faught beside giant mechanical Aliens. You never cease to confuse me Sam."
Carly rolled her eyes as Sam smirked, walking past her. She followed him into the house.
"I'll let you get on. I have a feeling it's going to take you a while to pack." Carly offered.
"Thanks," Sam grinned, kissing her gently. "Oh, I almost forgot, Optimus offered to help us get our stuff to the house."
"Oh goodie,"
"You make it sound like a bad thing."
"It's not that,"
"Then what is it?"
"Since that pshyco Sentinal Prime was finished, Optimus has been on edge. He needs a break from all of... this." Carly gestured to the whole house.
"Yeah... I guess you're right. But you know what he's like,"
"He wont stop unless Ratchet tells him it's life threatening." They both finished.
"And even then, he doesn't always stop." Carly added. "I honestly hope he's going to be alright."
"Me too..."
Sam sighed as he ran upstairs to pack.
After a few hours of packing, Sam dragged his bags downstairs to the door.
"Well, That didn't take long," Sam grunted as he set the bags down. "I didn't realize I had so much stuff."
"No," Carly walked over to him. "Men don't usually do."
"har har, very funny. Right, I better get down in that basement," Sam shuddered, then faced the hatch leading to the basement.
"Good luck." Carly laughed. Sam sighed as he Opened the latch. The instant the hatch opened, Sam backed up at the smell emitting from the dark room.
"Phwar, it really stinks down there, and it's pitch black."
"Here, you'll need this," Carly grinned, handing Sam a torch.
"Thanks,"
Sam switched on the torch and jumped down into the Basement. He grimaced as he landed in squidgy goo. He shined the torch around on Various Boxes. Many of them looking too old to belong to them.
"Which stuff's ours?" He called up.
"Whatever doesn't look old,"
Sam groaned, shining the torch on everything. He came across a large box and dragged it to the hatch. He grunted as he pushed the box through the small hatch hole. A few boxes left to go. He pushed another box up, then another.
"There's loads of boxes!"
"Well, we only have four, and an old Christmas tree."
"Oh, I found that no problem" Sam groaned, the thistly branches of the tree scraping his face as he dragged it to the hatch. He heaved it through the hole before stopping to breath.
When he lifted his head up, he paused.
"What on earth...?"
"What is it?"
"Something's glowing down here..."
"Glowing? Are you nuts Sam?"
"No," He shone his torch in the direction of the glowing. "There is seriously something weird down here."
"Beside's you?"
"Oh thanks. I'm gonna see what it is."
Without waiting for a reply, Sam headed towards the glow. As he got closer, the intesity of the glowing seemed to decrease. In front of what was emitting the light, was a large sheet of aluminium. Sam moved the sheet and gasped.
"Oh my god..."
The glowing object was egg shapped, and the size of a medium-sized dog. Looking closer, Sam realised the front of the egg-like object wasn't as hard as the rest of it. He reached forward to touch the object, snatching his hand back at the feeling of a gooey substance. Suddenly, something moved inside the object. Sam leaped back as he saw the shape of an eye. Shaking off his fright, Sam carefully picked up the object. It was cold, and heavy. He turned around and headed back, torch under his arm.
"Hey Carly! Look at this!"
"What is it?"
Carly leaned forward into the Cellar.
"Eeeew! That's disgusting!" She grimaced, stepping back. Sam carefully put the object down before climbing up to sit on the edge of the cellar hatch.
"Whatdya think it is?..."
"I have no idea, but it looks really... strange..."
"Kinda reminds me of a Cybertronian egg."
"You saw one of those?"
"Yeah. I went with Lennox to clear a 'con Hideout, there were blue egg-things all over the place, with baby transformers in them. All dead, obviously."
"Ewww..." Carly shuddered. Sam Smirked. "I wounder if Ratchet knows what it is..."
"Knowing him, he probably will. I'll get the last box." With that, Sam disappeared under the floor again. When he re-emerged, he lifted the final box up. "Wounder what's in these things,"
"We'll have a look when we get to our new home. Optimus is waiting."
"Already?"
"Yeah, he arrived just as you disappeared down into that hell-hole."
"huh," Sam climbed back up, switched off his torch, and locked the cellar. He put the keys in his jacket pocket before carrying his bags outside and putting them in Optimus' trailer. Carly was out shortly after wth her bags.
"Don't forget to lock up." She grinned as she got into the passenger seat of Bumblebee. Sam ran back into the house and grabbed the egg. He left the house backwards and locked the front door, careful not to drop the massive egg. Turning around, he put the keys in his jacket pocket and headed toward Bumblebee.
"What the slag is that?" Bumblebee exlaimed.
"I have no idea, an egg of some sort?"
"Funny looking egg," Bumblebee retorted. Sam sighed as he opened the driver door. Carly hesitantly took the egg from sam and sat it on her lap. Sam sat in the driver's seat and fastened his seatbelt.