AN: I OWN NOTHING OF THE TOY STORY FRANCHISE!
Me: Well, it was only a matter of time till I git the courage to write a Toy Story fan-fic ^^
Annabeth: please review?
The Window-Sill
"Jessie?" A voice called out to her from an unknown location in Andy's room. It was summer, almost a year since Jessie had arrived here with Bulls-Eye and the others, so Andy of course was at Cow-Boy Camp, with Woody as well. Jessie turned from her spot on Andy's bed looking out of the window. She scanned the almost empty room before her, trying to find who had called out to her. With all of the other toys out and about throughout the house, Andy's mother and Molly, now three years old, had gone off shopping, she was surprised not to have found the source of the voice. Standing to get a clearer view of the bedroom, she scanned the room again, but again her search did not prevail.
Curious, Jessie went over to the edge of Andy's bed and slid off along the edge, landing steadily on her boots when she hit the ground below. Lifting up the blankets and sheets of Andy's bed, she peered beneath it, hoping the source was someplace down there, but once again Jessie drew a blank as to who had called out to her only moments before. Jessie began to walk towards Andy's closet, beginning to think more and more that she had only imagined her name being called out. Arriving at her destination, she grabbed her rope and lassoed the doorknob of the closet in one, slick motion. Struggling slightly at the weight of the closet door, Jessie pulled.
Slowly, but surely, the closet door swung open, and Jessie stepped inside. Moving old books and fallen clothing that had not been packed away for Cow-Boy Camp, Jessie searched through the closet, hoping to find the source of the voice somewhere in there. Sighing, she found no one. Giving up on her useless search, Jessie dusted off her cow-print chaps and straightened her red cow-girl hat. Stepping out of Andy's closet, she walked out and was surprised when she bumped into something very solid. Falling off balance, Jessie fell to the hard-wood floor in one thump. Rubbing her head slightly she looked up to see what she had inadvertently run herself into. Realizing it was another toy that she had knocked into, Jessie stood up quickly.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! I wasn't lookin' at where I was walking," Jessie said hurriedly. The toy turned around and a smile spread across her face. "Well, howdy Buzz! I didn't know it was you for a second there, you look different without your hunk of space suit on ya!" She said with a slight giggle at how Buzz was dressed before her. Al's Toy Barn had just put an all new line of clothing out for the Buzz Lightyear action figures, so that they had a sort of Klark Kent affect to them. You know, normal, average person during the day, but Space Ranger Extraordinaire by night. Still, it was a funny sight to see Buzz in everyday clothing rather than the giant space-suit he normally sported during all hours of the day.
Buzz let out a small laugh himself. "I do suppose I look different without my space-suit on." He admitted, pushing back strands of long-forgotten raven hair behind his ears. "Haven't gotten used to this hair either, I almost forgot I had hair at all, after all, the Star-Command uniform normally hid it." Jessie laughed slightly as she pushed her own loose hair back. Molly had taken out her braids earlier, so Jessie's long, wavy red hair was loose and falling about her shoulders.
"You should wear your hair down more often Jess, you look... beautiful." Buzz said, a slight blush coming to his cheeks as he avoided Jessie's emerald gaze.
"Thanks Buzz, you're still the sweetest space-toy I ever did meet," She said, giving him a kiss on the cheek, his blush reddening further than it already had been.
Jessie waited a moment, watching Buzz fluster with his words before shyly leaving to take count and make sure all toys, with the exception of course of Woody, were present and accounted for before Andy's mother returned home from shopping with Molly. When Buzz left, she let out a slight huff and grasping her right arm with her left hand. Something just hadn't felt right in Jessie the past couple of days. What disturbed her more, was that that something, was something that dealt with Buzz.
Shaking her head slightly, she went to Andy's door and shut it, knowing that everyone else would be out and about for at least another hour anyways, before going back to Andy's bed. Climbing the blankets she pushed herself over the edge of the bed and lifted herself onto the surface. Walking over to the window she sat on the sill, leaning her back against the side and hugging her knees to her chest. Staring through the open window and past the scattered summer clouds, she remembered the voice that had called out to her but not ten minutes earlier. She had not found the source of the call, and she doubted she would, but still, someone had called to her.
She tried to recall the voice in her mind, but the dreadful feeling that had captured her over the past few days returned when her memory fell to Buzz, whom she had agreed to court when he had asked her. Yes, he was a good man, and Jessie did like him a lot, but something felt disastrously wrong about the whole thing. Sighing, Jessie layed herself down on the sill of Andy's window, placing her hat on his bed, and tried to rest, hoping sleep would ease her troubled thoughts.