Max quickly flew as far as he could. He didn't know where he was going. It was too dark out, and he was more concerned with getting somewhere that he would be dry. It was raining. Hard. Rain is bad enough, but to him it's worse. He was as tiny as a cap eraser, and ten times as fragile.

You see, he was a butterfly borrower- basically a fairy, but with butterfly wings-his being an ocean blue. Butterfly borrowers don't tend to live in human houses. Instead, they live in hollowed out trees and rocks. They make clothes and bags out of preserved leaves and flower petals. They were skillful little creatures, but also quite endangered.

He zig zagged to avoid the raindrops, but in doing so didn't look where he was going. Those are the small mistakes that get butterfly borrowers killed. He flew right into the chest of a human.

Max was so small, fragile and tired, such a bump forced him to fall. Yet he didn't fall too far, nor did he land on the cold, wet ground. The human had quickly put out its hand so Max wouldn't fall, catching him.

"A butterfly? At this hour? You shouldn't be out here in the rain, little guy, you could get hurt. Here, let's go get you dried off," the human said as he began to carry Max towards a big log cabin.

Max was unable to fly away; the human had cupped his hands together with a little bit of space in between them for Max to move. Needless to say, he was frightened.

A human was a dangerous threat. They would catch butterflies and lock them up in jars, encase them in glue, pin them to a board behind glass that crushed them. It was horrible, and now Max was going to meet one of those fates, all because he hadn't been paying attention to where he was flying.

He curled up into a small ball, his wings pinned harshly against each other in fear as he cried, his little blue eyes growing red and puffy. The hand above him suddenly moved to open then re close a door. This was it. Max was just mere seconds away from a horrible and painful death.

"Here we are," the human spoke so quietly. It wasn't even a whisper, but to Max it strangely sounded as if he was being addressed by another butterfly. It didn't really help to calm him though.

He buried his face into his hands as more tears streamed down his face. He was shaking so much it made his head hurt. He was, at most, half the size of this humans pinky finger, so why did he have to take him? Certainly he was too small.

A sudden gentle weight began to stroke his side. It was so light and careful that he wasn't certain if it was real or not. Yet the deep voice of the human confirmed the touches reality.

"Hey, it's ok, little fella. I'm not going to hurt you, you're safe, I promise. Here, look," the human said softly before offering his pinkie finger to Max. Max stared up into the human's dark brown eyes for any hint of a lie, but only found reassurance and pure softness.

He shakily put a hand on the offered finger and found himself being helped to his feet. The movements that the human made were so skillfully careful. It was almost hard to believe that this was real.

"There, ya see? I'm nice, little one. It's alright. I like butterflies, and you seemed so frightened out there with how fast you were flying," the human said, gently setting Max down on the kitchen table.

The man moved over to a bowl of fruit and grabbed a grape. Max stared at the giant fruits that the bowl held. His mouth watered, but he quickly looked away thinking he wouldn't get to have any.

The human crouched down in an attempt to be at a closer level with Max, offering him the grape he had grabbed from the bowl.

"Here, you must be hungry. I know butterflies usually prefer flowers, but all the flowers I have in here are plastic," the man said in an apologetic tone. Max excitedly accepted the grape. It was true that most butterflies preferred bright flowers for food, but he personally thought that fruit tasted better.

He hungrily dug into the grape, getting sticky juice all over himself in the process. He didn't notice at first, but once he ate enough to be full, he was completely drenched. He shivered as the liquor seeped through his clothes and made him start to freeze.

The human seemed to notice, for he gently scooped Max up into his hand and held him to his chest as he began walking into another room. While they moved through the house, Max took a good look at his holder.

He looked to be in his late twenties, with a sharp chin and thin facial hair. His dark eyes reflected the artificial lighting and complimented his deep blue hair. His cheeks held a bit of a light freckle going across them, contrasting with his tan skin. His cheeks were a tad chubby to match his button nose. He was handsome.

Max hadn't realized he was staring until the human looked down at him and laughed softly. He quickly snapped his head to the side and blushed in embarrassment.

The human lightly ruffled Max's hair to soothe him. He was just so cute! Max's head turned up when he heard the sound of a door opening, only to gasp at the room, but more worryingly, the book on the desk.

In it was a picture of a butterfly, and a lot of words that Max didn't understand, but it made him uneasy. The human walked over to his bed and sat down, grabbing the blanket and gently wrapping it around Max.

"There you go, little guy. Nice and warm," the giant spoke softly, offering a warm smile. Max was still staring at the book nervously, which got the mans attention. He looked at the book for a moment, then understood what was wrong.

"Oh, you're worried, aren't you? Don't be nervous, like guy, it's nothing bad," the giant knelt down and placed a hand by Max, lightly mussing his pink, sparkly hair with one finger," I'm just trying to figure out a way to understand you guys since your tiny voices aren't strong enough to be heard by someone my size."

Max blinked for a moment, a bit surprised. Then he relaxed, letting out a breath he had been holding. The giant finger moved away from his head and moved behind his back, followed by the other hand. The thumbs were suddenly on his shoulders, massaging them. He leaned closer to the man, his eyelids growing droopy. A tired whimper left him lips as he yawned. A soft chuckle met his ears, but he didn't look up. He was too tired. He was scooped up into the massive hands and gently shifted to the palm. The man climbed into the bed and pulled up the cover, laying on his side before holding his hand to his chest.

"Get some rest. You must be exhausted after all that. I'll let you go in the morning," he said quietly. He slid Max against him and protectively curled his arm around the butterfly, holding him close. Max squirmed to get lower in the grip, overwhelmed by the warmth the man gave. Before he could fully doze off, he looked back up to the man, tapping his chest to get his attention. Once the man was looking, Max pointed to him and shrugged, trying to send a message, luckily getting it across.

"Mm... I'm Jamie. It's nice to meet you," the man whispered. Max repeated it to himself and smiled before snuggling into Jamie's chest. His blue wings flapped slowly, signifying content. He was happy. He was safe.