Disclaimer: If Toy Story were owned by me then I would make my stories into a series of shorts. The closest thing I'll get to that is if someone makes art based on one of my fics, lol.

Disney & Pixar = Toy Story

A/N: This fic is sort of disney_kink related and sort of not. This story (much like my other Toy Story fics), started out as a few sentences of what I planned on writing. I couldn't come up with anything past those sentences so I just left it alone. Months and months later I see a prompt on disney_kinks requesting a story that I had abandoned a long time ago. For some reason it inspired me.

See you guys in the next chapter. :)

Enjoy!


-Ok, Cowgirl you can do this. Just do what Dolly told you to do.-, Jessie thought to herself.

"In one... two... three...", she inhaled slowly.

"Out one... two... three...", she exhaled slowly.

She kept repeating this technique, hoping that it would calm her down. It did very little to help her. Sure it helped to level her breathing for a bit, but it didn't hinder her thoughts. However, she loved that Bonnie took her to Sunnyside for Show And Tell. She adored every second the little girl spent talking about how this yodeling cowgirl was her favorite cowgirl in the whole west. The entire time Jessie was thinking "Woody, eat your heart out." as the kids looked her over and played with her. She especially loved all of the little girls who wanted to hog Jessie all to themselves. Even the ones who wanted to play with her hair which she normally hated. The attention overwhelmed her in a good way. The day wasn't bad at all. That is until Bonnie's mom insisted that Jessie be put in a box for the rest of the morning so nothing bad would happen to her. Mrs. Anderson wouldn't have mind if the other kids played with the doll, but seeing how some of the Sunnyside kids loved to take some toys home with them and never bring them back, it was best if Jessie stayed out of sight. The backpack would have been just fine. At least the light went through it. Jessie could have been in there right now if it wasn't for the books and crayons being jam packed in there.

Almost as if to make matters worse, Mrs. Anderson told Bonnie to keep the box on the front desk where she was working at. That way she could watch over Jessie and make sure that none of the kids tried to leave with her, or that one of the workers got confused and thought she belonged in one of the classrooms. So, it wasn't like the cowgirl could just open the box and relax. No, she had to stay in it and wait. How she hated that. After what seemed like an hour, Jessie was starting to get dark thoughts flooding into her head.

What if Bonnie forgot that she was in the box? What if Bonnie's mom went to put something on the top of the box and it crushed her? What if one of the workers mistook the box for trash and threw it out? Could they be planning on actually giving her away? The moment she thought about the possibility of being given or thrown away, Jessie panicked. She had to remind herself that she couldn't make any noise with all of the humans nearby. She felt her heart racing as the minutes dragged on. She tried so hard to make her breathing nice and even. It seemed that the harder she tried, the worse it got. She could have sworn the box got smaller. She wanted to scream and would have too if it wasn't such a risk. She closed her eyes and covered her mouth, allowing all of the dark thoughts to linger in her mind. She was so lost in them that she had no idea that she was actually on her way home.

On the way home, Bonnie had fallen asleep. Her mother didn't seem to mind this since it meant that she could have some peace and quiet. Even if it was for just a few minutes. With lunch right around the corner, Mrs. Anderson put Bonnie on the couch and then dropped off the little box and bookbag in Bonnie's room. None of the toys moved until the footsteps faded to the bottom of the stairs.

"Coast is clear!", Woody shouted.

Slowly, all of the toys started carrying on with their usual business. Some of the toys were taking turns playing cards. Woody and Slinky were finishing up a game of checkers. A few others like Hamm and Buttercup decided to watch tv to catch up on some shows. Mr. Pricklepants was getting ready to hold some auditions for another play and Buzz was fixing his cardboard spaceship. Woody was half expecting to hear Jessie screaming for joy about her adventure at Sunnyside. He actually waited a moment while he was figuring out his next move in the checkers game Slinky and him were involved in. When he didn't hear anything he excused himself and went to find Buzz. Something just didn't seem to be clicking the right way. It didn't take long to find the space ranger at all, Buzz was actually moving towards him and Slinky.

"Have you seen, Jessie?", Woody asked.

"I was about to ask you the same thing.", Buzz asked.

"Hmmm, maybe she's downstairs?", Woody said.

Buzz put his hands on his waist. "Let's check the backpack just to be sure. She might have fallen asleep."

"I hope they didn't leave her at Sunnyside.", Buzz was starting to sound a bit worried.

Woody chuckled. "Don't worry if she's there then Barbie and Ken will make sure she stays in one piece till Bonnie gets her tomorrow."

While that comment did make Buzz feel better, it still didn't help him feel completely at ease. Sure Sunnyside was a safe place now, but who knows what could happen between now and tomorrow. The two toys climbed up the bed where Mrs. Anderson had dropped the bag and box off. Once they got to the top they walked over to the bag and unzipped it. They took a good look in the bag. There were a few folders, a notebook, pencils, construction paper, a few coloring books and a big box of crayons. No Jessie in sight.

Right when they were beginning to think that Bonnie kept her downstairs while she ate lunch, they heard a noise. Perking their heads up, they turned around to the source of the noise. It was a box behind the backpack. No bigger than a shoe box. They exchanged worried glances and cautiously walked over to it. They took extra care in removing the top so they wouldn't startle her. What they saw shocked them. Jessie was in a fetal position. Woody remembered Jessie being in the same position when he saved her from the plane all those years ago yet this was different. Back then she was only in that green case for a few minutes. Today she must have been in that box for at least an hour or two. It wasn't like back at Andy's house where she was surrounded by family in the dark toy box so she wasn't alone.

This new fetal position almost shook both Woody and Buzz to their cores. She had gripped both sides of her head with her hands. They heard her gasping for air like she always did whenever she had a panic attack. She was shaking, her eyes were closed and she didn't seem to notice that the box was opened.

Buzz was heartbroken. He had seen the cowgirl's panic attacks in the past and had even helped Woody get her out of a few. The good thing was the panic attacks only lasted for about a minute. Today on the other hand looked like it would take a lot longer to get her in a calm state of mind. For the first time in a long time, he didn't know what to do.