Note: This fiction is set thirteen years after the toys arrived at Bonnie's.

The character Rochelle is gleaned from my fic 'Dancing Princess' (written for 8 years after the toys arrived at Bonnie's, for timeline's sake), and if you haven't read it yet, you really should. It will help you background her more easily.

I also have other new toys, who I will introduce later on, but for now, I don't want to raise any spoilers. Enjoy.

Chapter One – Petulance & Panic

"I don't care Mom! I'm going and you can't stop me!"

The door to the playroom swung open and then banged shut loudly as seventeen year old Bonnie flung herself onto her bed. She picked up her makeup bag from her nightstand and rummaged in it, drawing out a tube of mascara, and wiping the half formed tears from her eyes, began to deftly apply it. She pulled out her lipstick and applied that vigorously, then walked across to the closet to hunt for suitable clothes, and dressed for the party that night. When she was finished and looking glam, she used the drainpipe to get down to the ground of the garden below. When she was gone, Woody was the first to move.

He nudged Buzz beside him on the shelf. "All clear, spaceranger."

Buzz shifted besides him, rubbing his aching neck muscles. "I'll be right with you, Woody," he muttered, rolling his arm back in his socket. His neck had been aching for some time – Bonnie had been grounded that weekend, but she hadn't played with any of her toys as had been usual for the last six years. Hence a very long weekend just sitting on the shelf where she kept them.

As Woody hopped down to stretch his legs, Buzz shifted in position again and as he did so someone covered his eyes from behind.

"Guess who?" This 'someone' giggled in his ear.

"Hrm." Buzz pretended to think for a long time. "I...guess...I...don't know," he finished quickly.

"You could at least guess," came the pouty drawl he had recognised only too well in the first place.

"Hmmm." Buzz went back to pretending to think, and heard the sigh behind him. Quick a wink he turned, catching the other toy off guard, and tackling her to the floor. He looked down at Jessie with a grin. "Hi."

"Hi," she responded, the wind knocked out of her for a moment. "Since when did you get faster at tackling me?"

"Since you started getting less enthusiastic about the playroom." He said softly, and Jessie knew it was true. Since Bonnie had started maturing into a young woman, she had noticed the same patterns in her responses as Emily, except that Bonnie did far more yelling and sneaking out of the house these days than Emily would ever have considered. She had given up on her toys six years ago, but not gotten rid of any of them that were important to her. However, it was with heavy hearts that Buzz, Jessie and the other toys had bid farewell to some of their friends over the years - various fates befalling them.

In Hamm's case, literally. He had been the victim of one of Bonnie's rages and had ended up smashed on the floor when she really lost her temper.

Rex and Trixie remained intact, but they now lived in her little brother's room. Max was three years old now, and he loved dinosaurs, as most other little boys his age do. Rex, by all accounts, was over the moon to have another new owner, but also to be with Trixie. Max also took over the care of the three headed aliens, who ooh-ed and aah-ed at playtime with their new owner frequently.

Mr and Mrs Potato Head had been donated to a friend of Bonnie's mother's. She was a teacher at the local school, and the Potato Heads were to be found in the science lab, helping to teach the children about the human body. With their detachable body parts, the children found that the Potato Heads made learning science fun. Mrs Potato Head never lost faith in the fact that they would be together forever, and never outgrown.

Chuckles had been sold at a yard sale a few years ago, and he had gone to an owner who collected clown figurines. He sent a note via pigeon, who hopped onto the windowsill of Bonnie's room one day.

That left the remaining toys in the playroom down to a total of nine - Woody, Buzz, Jessie, Buttercup, Bullseye, Dolly, Slinky, Rochelle and Mr Pricklepants. They slept on the shelves together these days, amongst other trinkets Bonnie had decided to shelve, and the various textbooks from her high school days.

"I just find it hard knowing that one day something's going to happen. Something bad." Jessie placed her hand on Buzz's shoulder and he pulled her close.

"Nothing's going to happen Jess. And if it did, we couldn't prevent it."

"See? That is what I mean, Buzz." Jessie said firmly, then her voice dropped. "I don't wanna go to another home. I wanna stay here," Jessie sounded flippant but scared, and he tried to reassure her.

"How about we talk about something happier?"

"Like what?"

"Like how good it might be elsewhere? We might get played with again."

Jessie sniffed a little. "You really think that could happen? We won't just be abandoned on the shelf forever? It's been thirteen years since Andy left."

"No, Jess. We'll be out of here before long," Buzz reassured her, and she put her arms around him.

"If you ever leave, I want to go with you."

"Jessie, we have no control over that." Buzz said softly, and she pulled away.

"So if I left, would you want to follow me?"

"You know I would." Buzz said softly.

"Then you understand what I mean," she said sadly.

Buzz was aware they were going backwards instead of forwards with the conversation and didn't respond for a little while. When he did all that he could think of to say was, "It'll be fine, Jessie. Just trust me."

"I think after twenty four years living in the same rooms together, it's the least I can do." She conceded, climbing into his lap.

"Twenty four?" he asked, as she settled herself comfortably.

"Yeah. 13 years with Bonnie and we were with Andy 11 years before that. I still remember the day you complimented me on my hair," she giggled, and he gave her a wry smile.

"So all the gifts I got you for Valentine's Day the last thirteen years, they don't register in your memory, but your first meeting with me does?"

"Yep," she laughed. "What's your first memory of me?"

"You skating on that little truck around the racetrack – doing the loop," he smiled fondly at her. "I knew there was something special about you even back then."

She blushed and wriggled in his lap, giving him a kiss. "And –I- was right even back then. You really are a sweet space toy, and I couldn't imagine life without you." Her eyes saddened. "I think I might just break myself if you left," she added, as he pulled her to him, her head finding the right spot on his shoulder.

"Shh, Jessie. It's ok, I'm here," he soothed her gently.