Notes on the fic, as always!

+ This fiction is set five years after The Amber Mystery, when the toys were donated from Bonnie to Amber.

+ The character Rochelle is my own O/C, derived (as many of you will know) from my original fic Dancing Princess, and the subsequent Anode To Rochelle.

+ The characters Lottie, Blaine, Teresa and Summer are, again, my own O/Cs derived from The Amber Mystery.

+ Due to incidents occuring in The Amber Mystery, several of the toys wont make an appearance here, just for those of you that havent read any of the previously mentioned fictions.

That aside, enjoy! Please read and review this!

Chapter 1 - Dreams Can't Come True, Can They?

"Jessie?" Buzz shifted under the newspaper parcel lying on top of him, his hand reaching out in the dark of the box for his girlfriend.

"Buzz," He heard her voice and felt someone grab at him from behind. He turned to see her arms around his waist. "I'm scared," she whispered.

Buzz knew how she felt. They were trapped in a box, on their way – somewhere...he didn't know where...

Suddenly, the grip on his waist left him and he gasped, unable to move as someone plucked her from the box...then the box closed and there was darkness surrounding him.

"No! Jessie!" He hollered, but no one heard him.

"Buzz!"

"Huh?" Wha?" Buzz woke up suddenly and stared around at the darkness.

"You were going to wake someone up," Jessie whispered, her scarlet braid falling over her shoulder as she knelt beside him.

"Jessie." It had been a dream, he realised. Just a stupid dream. Reaching up, he pulled the cowgirl down beside him. "I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" He whispered, and she nodded, nestling close.

"You were being quite vocal. Not like you," she mumbled into his chest.

"Aw geez, Jess, I'm sorry," he apologised again, and she wrapped her arm over his waist.

"It's okay," she soothed. "Go back to sleep."

But how could he sleep, when the vivid dream he'd just had was so fresh in his mind?

Within minutes he heard Jessie's peaceful breathing, and allowed himself to think over what had been going on the last few months.

They were at present lying on the top of the bookshelves. Scattered on the floor below them were the half packed boxes that belonged to Amber, their owner. Since coming to Amber's house five years ago after Bonnie gave them away, the toys had enjoyed a full life in the company of the little girl. She had flourished into a teenager of thirteen all too quickly, and with the growing up, she'd come – as Buzz recognised with both Andy and Bonnie before her – to rely on her toys for company less and less. A lot of her toys went into a large chest that was in the garage these days, something that Jessie had been relieved to escape.

However, with the passing years Amber's mother, wanting to leave the small town and build a new life, had decided to up sticks and move halfway across the country, to a little place called Lexington, in some state Buzz heard her mention as Nebraska. Hence the boxes on the floor, still half packed, and awaiting more things to be placed into them over the next few days.

Buzz wasn't worried. Andy had been seventeen, and so had Bonnie, before they were given away. He knew that they had another four years or so before Amber followed the same route. Still, the thought of being separated from the pretty little cowgirl now so easily sleeping next to him filled him with dread – so much so that the past few nights he'd experienced the same dream.

They'd been together now over two decades, and it felt forever to the space ranger. He loved Jessie with all his heart and soul, and she returned it every single day he was with her. They lived these days in the company of his best friend and Jessie's brother, Woody, who was currently asleep across the room on the desk, his hat pulled down over his head as he rested against Bullseye, who whinny-snorted quietly in his sleep. Slinky was coiled up at the cowboy's feet, snoozing in the light filtering through the window.

Buttercup, Dolly, Lottie and Mr Pricklepants were downstairs in the chest kept in the garage, along with multiple Beanie Babies, My Little Ponies, Barbie dolls and assorted stuffed animals. The only other familiar faces in the room were Rochelle and her band – Blaine, Summer and Teresa, who were two shelves below where Buzz and Jessie were at the moment.

Otherwise, apart from that, the room was full of posters, CDs, DVDs, and normal teenage girl stuff. Jessie had watched with bated breath every day for the last two years as Amber grew up, to see if she would turn out more like Emily, or more like Bonnie. It became clear that Amber was more like Emily in some ways, she'd judged eventually. Amber was not a wild child, despite her childhood problems some years ago, in fact she was patient, placid, and understanding. She preferred to curl up with a good book or sit watching a movie, instead of going out to play.

This led to a love of acting out her favourite movie scenes with her toys when she had been younger; again something that rarely happened these days. The last scene she'd acted out between him and Jessie, Buzz recalled, was the romance scene from the sequel to Gone with the Wind – Scarlett - where Rhett Butler had swept Scarlett into his arms and kissed her passionately. It still made Buzz blush, even though Jessie had insisted on a real life repeater later on that night.

Buzz shifted in place, a cloud of dust escaping as he moved his arm. Even though Amber was packing up, she wasn't taking care of things too well at the moment. Everything, for no apparent reason, was covered in a layer of dust, including the toys living in the room. His once normally shiny white space suit was faded and dirty now, and Jessie's red hair was losing its vibrancy, her jumpsuit dusty too, the cuffs in particular were a matted yellow colour.

Buzz sighed, as he settled down and closed his eyes. They'd all be across the miles soon enough, he thought, and then maybe Amber would remember them, and she'd clean them up.

He could only hope.