Let me take care of you.
I don't own Toy Story or any of it's characters.
A/N So this is just a TS AU fluffy human fic. Yeah I know it's been done before, but I wanted to write one. A/N
Woody Pride stood in front of the bathroom mirror in his off campus apartment he shared with his five best guys friends Buzz, Rex, Slink, Hamm, and Bart, examining his reflection thoroughly. Needless to say, six guys sharing a three bedroom, one bathroom apartment was not easy, especially with a roommate like Woody who had the tendency to hog the bathroom.
"Woody!" Buzz yelled as he banged his fist on the bathroom door. "Jessie is not going to care if you have a hair out of place! Come out already, my back teeth are floating!"
Woody sighed, opening the door, "Some guys actually like to look good for their girlfriends!"
"Yeah, sure. Whatever. Mira never complains, " Buzz muttered, hurrying into the bathroom before Woody could change his mind.
Woody rolled his eyes as he made his way into his bedroom he shared with Slink.
"The blue shirt or the yellow shirt?" He eventually asked himself before deciding. "Yellow." He had just finished buttoning it up when his cell phone rang. Seeing Jessie's name on the caller ID, he smiled before answering.
"Howdy beautiful," He answered.
"Hey," Jessie greeted briefly over the phone.
"So, do you want to have dinner before we see the movie or do you want to see the movie and then have dinner?"
"Actually," Jessie began before being interrupted by a coughing fit. "Sorry, I'm calling to cancel." Jessie told him, her voice sounding hoarse. "I woke up this morning with a cold and I know I should have called you earlier, but I didn't feel this sick until now."
"Hey, it's okay. So what are your symptoms? Are you sure it's not the flu?" Woody asked, going into his fully concerned boyfriend mode within the matter of a few seconds.
"It's not the flu. It's a cold. My head is killing me, my throat's sore, and my nose is stuffed."
"Do you have everything you need? Do you have cold medicine?"
"I'll go down to the drug store tomorrow and get something. Right now all I want to do is take a hot shower and go to bed," Jessie told him. Then, after a brief pause, she snapped: "Woody, stop thinking about me taking a shower!"
"I was not! I was thinking about something else."
"Did it involve me?"
"Yes, and you were fully clothed too."
"Right…" She murmured warily. "Look, I'll call you or text you tomorrow. Bye, love you."
"Love you too. Bye."
Woody sighed for the second time that day. So his date with Jessie was cancelled because she was sick? He came to realize that he had two options: Stay there and hang with the guys or go to Jessie's place and take care of her. He looked out towards the fresh sheet of fallen snow. The weather report said they were going to get more snow the next day. He did not want Jessie going out in bad weather and he didn't like the idea of her being sick without any medicine.
"I'm going to the drug store; do any of you guys need anything?" He asked out of common courtesy.
Bart and Hamm exchanged glances.
"Going to the drug store before a big date with Jessie?" Questioned Hamm in amusement.
"Did you run out of something?" Asked Bart, causing both Slink and Rex to snicker. Buzz coughed and shifted uncomfortably in his position; not wanting to think about his best friend and his ex girlfriend like that even though he was pretty sure they were. After all, Woody had a key to Jessie's place and he often stayed overnight there.
It didn't really bother him that Jessie and Woody were dating. He and Jessie had dated in high school and they had broken up on friendly terms and neither of them had met Woody until college. However though, there was one thing that bothered Buzz's ego and this was the fact that he and Jessie had never gone all the way whilst she had with Woody. But, hey, as long as Jessie was happy and he was happy, then it didn't matter because he had a new girlfriend.
"Jessie has a cold and I'm picking some stuff up for her," Woody told them.
"Boy has she got you whipped," Bart remarked.
"So Bart, has Betty decided on when the two of you should get married?" Woody shot back.
"You leave my Betty out of this!"
"Did Jessie ask you to get her some stuff?" Buzz asked.
"No, I just thought I'd go over to her place and take care of her."
Buzz chuckled.
"What's so funny?" Woody asked.
"You've never had to deal with Jessie when she's sick. Let me tell you, she gets cranky when she's sick. She might not be too appreciative of you coming over to take care of her."
Woody frowned before answering. "I know how to take care of my girlfriend!" Woody shouted before grabbing his hat and coat and heading out the door.
Woody liked Buzz - Buzz was his best friend - but when it came to Jessie there was a certain amount of jealousy that Woody had towards Buzz given the fact that Buzz often knew things about Jessie that Woody didn't. But on the other hand, Woody knew things about Jessie that Buzz didn't.
Jessie walked out of her bathroom wearing a new pair of fleece PJ's. She had hoped the steam from the shower would help her breathe better, but it hadn't. But at least she felt cleaner though. She groaned when she heard the knock on her door.
"Who is it?" She asked through the door.
"It's me, Woody! Open up!"
"Go away, I'm sick!" Jessie yelled hoarsely.
"I know Jess, open the door!"
"No, you'll get sick too. Go away!"
"Jessie, open the door!" Woody shouted, annoyed.
Jessie did not want Woody coming into her apartment. The first reason being because she didn't want him to catch her cold and the second because she didn't want him to see her. She looked awful in her own opinion. Her nose was red; her hair was still wet and hung in an un-braided, loose ponytail. Before Jessie had time to think and chain the door, Woody had used his key to let himself in, carrying three bags.
He looked at Jessie and snickered a little.
"What's so funny?" Asked Jessie, turning away from him so Woody wouldn't see her nose.
"Kittens playing with yarn, Jess?" Woody questioned in amusement, commenting on her PJ's.
"What's wrong with kittens?"
"Nothing, it just doesn't seem like something you'd wear. They're so girly."
"This coming from a man who has boxer shorts with horse shoes on them."
"My mother bought me those and you know it."
"I like kittens. They're cute and cuddly."
"Like me," Woody said jokingly, placing the bags on the kitchen table.
"Sometimes," Jessie muttered. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to take care of you," He told her, unloading the bags.
"I don't need taking care of. I'm not some little girl; I'm a full grown woman!" Jessie stated before coughing.
"Don't I know it?" Woody said suggestively.
Jessie rolled her eyes.
"Now come and sit down," Woody suggested, walking over to her. He placed his hands on her shoulders and led her to the kitchen table before making her sit down. "I brought dinner," He said as Jessie sat down.
"I'm not hungry," She protested stubbornly.
"It's chicken noodle soup; the perfect thing for a cold. I also brought all the cold medicine you could need."
"I told you I'd pick some up tomorrow," Jessie muttered, folding her arms on the table and resting her head in them. "You didn't have to get any thing for me and you didn't have to come here. You should probably just go before you catch my cold," She told him, sounding miserable.
Woody walked back over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders before leaning down. "You're sick. Let me take care of you," He whispered huskily in her ear, sending chills down her spine. Or perhaps it had been a side effect of her cold?
"Fine," She muttered. "But only because it's your fault I caught this stupid cold in the first place."
"How is it my fault?" He asked, amused.
"You put that snow down my back and made me late for class so I couldn't dry off."
"You're the one who started that snowball fight!"
"That was your fault too," Jessie accused and then sneezed.
"Bless you," Woody said, taking a tissue box out of one of the bags. He opened the box and handed it to her.
"Thank you," Jessie said. She tried to blow her nose, but it was too stuffed up. She groaned unhappily.
"Jess, take something; you'll feel better. And how is it my fault about the snowball fight?"
"Because you look cute all riled up. You should stop looking so cute when you're riled up! I think you do it on purpose just so it'd backfire on me," She said crossly.
"Jess, I think you're getting a fever. You're not making any sense, " He told her, tipping the soup into two bowls.
"I don't have a fever, you're just being annoying!"
"Buzz is right. You do get cranky when you're sick!" Woody remarked, laughing slightly.
"Going to Buzz for pointers now, are we? And what did you do? Buy out the whole cold section?" Jessie asked, looking at all the cold medicine. "And I am not cranky!"
Another coughing fit.
"I wasn't sure what you'd need, so I just bought a bunch of stuff. Now come on, take something and we'll have dinner," He told her soothingly.
Jessie nodded and took some NyQuil.
"You know, I feel a little underdressed for dinner," Jessie admitted, sitting down.
"You want me to change into pajamas?"
"Why? You're not staying over," Jessie said before having some soup.
"Yes I am," Woody told her, having some of his soup as well.
"You are, huh?"
"Well, I was planning to before you called."
"Really? Don't you think I should have a say in this?"
"Do you really want me to go?" He asked her. He hoped she'd say no since he wanted to stay and take care of her and make her feel better.
"I just don't want you to get sick," Jessie muttered.
"Is that a no then?"
"Just do whatever you want. I'm too tired to argue with you."
"That's probably the NyQuil catching up with you."
"No it isn't, I was tired before I took it!" Jessie snapped at him.
Woody couldn't help but smile. For some reason, Jessie snapping at him didn't bother him.
"What?" Jessie asked.
"You're cranky," He told her fondly.
"I am not," She protested, pouting. "I'm going to watch TV. You can do the dishes"
"Yes dear."
…
Jessie sat on her sofa channel surfing.
"Find anything good?" Woody asked, joining her. He had finished washing the dishes and had changed into a pair of flannel PJ's that he kept at her place.
"The Magnificent Seven is coming on in few minutes."
"Good, come here," Woody told her gently, lifting his head so Jessie could rest hers on his shoulder. Jessie instead took a pillow and placed it on Woody's lap before lying down on her side and resting her head on the pillow.
"What's wrong with my shoulder?"
"I don't want to breathe on you. You'll get sick. Now quiet, the movie's starting."
Woody shrugged his shoulders and took Jessie's hand in his. It was nice for just the two of them to be like this and they didn't need to talk; just being together like that was enough for them. When the movie had finished, Woody wasn't sure whether Jessie was asleep or not.
"Jess," He said softly.
"Mmm?"
"Are you awake?"
"I am now," She answered sleepily.
"You want me to carry you to the bedroom?"
"No, I can walk. Besides, I need to brush my teeth," She told him, groggily getting up.
Woody got up too and scooped her up in his arms.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"Carrying you to the bathroom," He told her huskily, again giving her chills which she blamed on her cold.
"Put me down. You're breathing in my grimes!"
"Last time I did this; you said something about Gone With The Wind and kissed me so I couldn't see straight."
"I was drunk! You're never going to let me live that down, are you?"
"Nope, here's your stop," He told her, putting her down.
Jessie went into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her.
…
"What is that thing on my night stand?" Jessie asked when she came out of the bathroom.
"It's a vaporizer steam humidifier. It will help you breathe better while you're asleep. And here, I bought you some Vicks VapoRub. You rub it on your chest."
"I know," Jessie answered dryly.
"You want me to…uh…rub it on for you?" He asked her devilishly.
"You'd enjoy it too much," Jessie muttered, turning away from him to apply the VapoRub to her chest.
Woody left the bedroom to go brush his teeth with the spare toothbrush he kept at Jessie's. When he came back, Jessie was already in the double sized bed trying to get comfortable.
"What are you doing?" She asked Woody.
"Getting into the bed."
"Woody, you can't sleep with me; I'm sick!"
Now Woody looked insulted. "What do you think I am? An oversexed frat boy? Honestly Jessie, I came over here to take care of you! I don't expect anything of that nature in return and I don't want anything in return either! I happen to be in love with you in case you've forgotten and, when you love someone; you tend to want to do things for them; like taking care of them when they're sick. And, while we're on the subject of sex, let me remind you that you were the one who…" Before Woody could finish, Jessie hit him in the face with a pillow.
"I meant you can't sleep in here with me. I'll be coughing and breathing on you all night. I don't want to get you sick," She told him and then, as if on cue, she had another coughing fit.
"Oh," Woody murmured, gently patting her back. "I'll take my chances. Besides, you might need me in the night to get you something."
"Fine," Jessie said. "But don't blame me when you get sick. I warned you."
"I won't."
"And give me back my pillow."
Woody smiled and handed it to her. Jessie hit it a few times.
"Let's get some sleep," She suggested.
"All right, goodnight Jess," Woody muttered, leaning over to kiss her.
"No," Jessie told him firmly, turning away.
"No?"
"I'm sick."
"I know that Jess; you've been telling me that all night. Now, let me kiss you goodnight."
"No. With my luck I'll sneeze on you."
"All right," Woody said with a laugh.
They turned off the lights and Jessie settled herself on her side facing away from Woody. Woody was on his side as well with one arm wrapped around her.
"And you are oversexed," Jessie stated crossly. "You are the most oversexed cowboy there ever was."
"Whose fault is that?" He asked her in a whisper before nibbling on her ear.
"Stop that."
A/N So this was supposed to be a one-shot, but I guess it's going to be a chapter fic. I hope you all like it so far. And don't worry I'm still working on Toys and Dolls. A/N