In the middle of a stormy night, a young boy lay asleep curled up under his covers. His ears were deaf to the sounds of the thunder and rain. His short golden-blond bangs hung over his forehead as he slept. Only the noise of the grandfather clock and his snoring filled the room.
Unknown to him, there was someone coming dangerously closer.

"Where is that tissue paper?" A quiet female questioned herself. The voice belonged to a young girl. Her name was Sari. Sari Sumdac was a Borrower, part of a race that's only a few inches tall. They only come out of their hiding places to borrow goods they need, like food, fuel, and other necessities from larger beings like humans. Sari, being the only daughter, was assigned to get some tissue paper while her father recovered in bed. He pleaded with her to wait but they needed some medicine and tissues. There really wasn't any other option.

Sari didn't mind. She loved to explore, especially when she was being sneaky. With a little grin, she crossed the floor toward the bedside table, making sure that she didn't accidentally step on a creaky floorboard. But by how deeply the snoring sounded, Sari didn't feel worried.

As she approached the wooden nightstand, Sari took out some pieces of double sided tape. She stuck them to her hands and feet before slipping off the paper. With a smirk, she began to climb up the side of the dresser, proud of her working invention. As she climbed, she was only able to see the boy's body that was under the sheets. He really was a big guy if that was just his legs. A part of her wished she could just talk to him but there was always a possibility he would attack her or kill her by hitting her.

Finally reaching the top after several steps, Sari slipped off the tape and put it in her satchel. Quickly, she moved over behind the tissue box in case some more humans came in. Luckily for her, she was still by herself and the sleeping boy. Sari stole a look at him and smirked. His hair reminded her of the honey she would occasionally borrow. She turned away and focused on getting the tissue paper. Lifting herself onto the tissue box, Sari headed toward a tissue. Sari began to yank at it as hard as she could.
"Urrgh…! Stupid…paper…!" She muttered, trying to free it from the box. In her struggle, she didn't notice the boy begin to stir.

His eyes slowly began to open, stirring from his dream. As he began to sit up, he showed that he was wearing a large yellow shirt with a black stripe down the side with a red symbol in the middle. Sari didn't notice he was up until she heard his large wide yawn. She jumped off the tissue box and ran behind the lamp on the nightstand, wondering if she was seen.

Looking over toward his tissue box, the boy raised an eyebrow, seeing that the tissue was slightly ripped and was pulled out of the box more than usual. He reached down and picked up the box, wondering if mice got to it or if he was just imagining things.

Sari stared up at the boy, noticing how bright blue his eyes were. They were much different than what her father described to her. They were large, curious, and kind, even if they were a little tired and slightly bloodshot. And even though he was so much bigger than her, he looked over the tissue box gently and without shaking it. Maybe he was as gentle on the inside as he appeared on the outside? Sari didn't want to risk it though and took a small step backward.

Figuring he was imagining things, the boy set the tissue box back down and looked over toward his lamp. He smirked. Once again, he fell asleep with his light on again. Reaching over to turn it off, the boy saw something move out of the corner of his eye. Sari gulped. His eyes were directed on her. As they did, they began to widen.

"Whoa…I really must be dreaming…" He whispered, moving a hand to his arm, pinching it enough to make him yelp, which made Sari laugh unconsciously. She stopped herself when the boy stared at her.

"Who…are you…?" He asked, partly curious but also partly embarrassed. He had no idea how long she was in his bedroom. From what his friends have told him, he sleep talked. If she heard him, heaven knew she could tell someone else. However, the girl didn't move forward. She only backed away in fear.

"Wait!" He yelled, making her gasp in fear and move away. The boy frowned. He forgot she was so tiny. "Sorry…I don't want you to go." He said quieter, smiling a little. Still, the girl refused to move, only trying to conceal herself again.

"Will you please come out?" He asked, moving to lie down on his bed, setting his chin on his arms. He didn't want his towering body to scare her. At the motion, Sari began to step out a little more, glad that she wasn't being intimidated by his size. Sari was still wary of him but maybe if she convinced him that this was a dream, he'd forget this whole ordeal. But her heart was beating too quickly for her to be calm about it. With a few baby steps, she walked out from her hiding place for him to see her.

Sari watched as his eyes were fixed on her, pretty surprised to see her. "Wow…" He whispered, almost reaching for her to see if she was real. Thankfully, he thought better of it and kept his hand away. He barely persuaded her to stay. If he reached for her, he might scare her off.

Sari merely looked down at her dress, feeling awkward at the whole situation. Neither of them spoke a word until thankfully, the boy broke the silence.

"So what's your name?" He asked, his curiosity getting to him. "My friends call me Bumblebee." At that, he smiled, making Sari calm down a little. She had to admit that his small stature and innocent face made him seem less like a threat.

"I'm Sari." She answered.

"Oh don't be. I like my name." Sari giggled, making Bumblebee raise an eyebrow.

"No, my name is Sari. S-a-r-i." Bumblebee saw his mistake and laughed a little.

"Well I'm sorry I thought you were sorry Sari." He grinned. They both started to laugh at the bad joke until Bumblebee started coughing, turning to the side and covering his mouth so he wouldn't scare Sari.

"Are you okay?" Her small voice called up. Bumblebee couldn't answer. He merely held up a finger, asking her to wait a second, before coughing some more and clearing his throat.

"It's just a cold. Ratchet and Prowl have been telling me to take some medication and sleep it off." He said, moving to lie down on his back, his head on the pillow. Sari frowned. So there were more? What if one of them trapped her and tried to hurt her dad next? She shivered at the thought. Bumblebee noticed this and turned to her, a little worried.

"You aren't too cold are you? Do you need something to keep you warm?" He asked rather quickly. Sari smiled at his concern but shook her head.

"No but I need some things for my dad. He's sick too." Sari explained. Bumblebee's eyes widened.

"You mean there's more of you?" He inquired smiling. Sari froze, wondering if she should've said anything.

"Well...just me and my dad." She admitted. Bumblebee nodded and looked to the tissue box, knowing now that's what she was after. He reached for a sheet and picked one up, tearing it into strips to it was easier for her to carry. Folding them into squares, he set them in his hand near his fingertips and handed them to her, surprising her a little.

"Go ahead and have as many as you want." He said. "I hope your dad gets better soon." It was so strange for Sari, thinking that most humans didn't want to help or accused her of being a thief. This boy Bumblebee was so nice and kind, even if he pried too much for her liking. She took the Borrower-sized tissues and put them in her satchel.

"Thanks." She said, turning to leave.

"Wait." Bumblebee said again, this time minding his volume. Sari turned back to him.

"Mind if I talk to you again tomorrow?" He asked, his blue eyes pleading. Sari frowned, knowing this was a bad idea but she could hear Bumblebee's loneliness. He didn't like being stuck in bed. Thinking it wouldn't hurt anyone, Sari nodded.

"Alright but you have to keep this a secret." She said. "You can't tell anyone else about me. As Borrowers, we're not supposed to be seen. If my father finds out or if you say anything to anyone else, we'll have to move."

Bumblebee realized the seriousness of the consequences. He made a motion with his fingers to zip his mouth closed and throw away the key. Sari giggled again as Bumblebee slowly lay back down on the bed.

"I like it when you laugh." He admitted, slowly closing his eyes again. Sari's face reddened as she looked over to Bumblebee. His breathing was growing deeper already. Guess his cold wore him out. By the time she crept back toward the small hole in the wooden floor where she came in, Bumblebee was snoring away as if nothing had happened.

"Pleasant dreams big guy..." Sari whispered. Bumblebee, huh? His name fit his hair and shirt. Not only that, he was sweet, like the honey that bees made.

Here's my first attempt at a Transformers fanfiction. Leave a review or comment please so I can improve on later chapters! ^^