Authors Note: So, this is my first time writing a Toy Story fic where the characters are toys... silly, right? I don't think this idea has been done before, and if it has, I'm not trying to steal anyone's ideas. I just thought it would be fun to look into some of the times our favorite Space Ranger tried to admit his feelings. He had to have tried a couple times over the years, right?!

I don't own Toy Story, just a lot of merchandise.

"Uh, ma - ma'am? I, uh, um, well, I just wanted to say you're a bright young woman with a beautiful yarn full of hair. A hair full of yarn. It's ah... um... I must go." Buzz Lightyear nervously turned away, embarrassed that he could not turn his thoughts into a coherent sentence.

"Well aren't you just the sweetest space toy I ever did meet!" Jessie tugged him back, taking him off guard.

It was at that moment, Buster, the family dog, started to bark, and Slinky informed the room that the dog needed to go outside.

"That critter needs help!" Exclaimed the redhead, and she took it upon herself to be the one to help him.

In a stunt that would be no different that Buzz himself would do, Jessie grabbed a toy car off the nightstand and rode it down the car ramp, loop and all, only to leap towards the doorknob and open the door. Buzz's wings popped open of their own accord as his jaw dropped, stunned as to what he had just seen. She was magnificent.

It was that moment that Buzz's life had changed forever. The last time he had such a life altering moment, had been when he came to accept the fact that he was actually a toy, one of millions, and not a Space Ranger vital to the destruction of Evil Emperor Zurg. But he had still remained true to himself, and chose to live out his existence as if he were a Space Ranger, always doing good and helping those around him. He existed for the greater good, and everyone around him mattered equally, except maybe Andy. Thanks to that wild redhead, that was no longer true. While he still stayed true to himself and help those around him, ultimately he existed simply to make her happy. He was only happy when she was, and if she was sad, he would do anything in his power to fix that. Buzz had feelings for Jessie he never knew a toy could have, if they weren't already programed with them, that is. At first he had no idea what was happening to him. Only after Woody pushed him to describe his symptoms did the cowboy give him a sidelong smirk and tell him that he was in love. From then on, Woody encouraged, or rather pushed, for Buzz to admit his feelings to the cowboy's would-be sister.

It had been just over two years since Jessie had come to live with Andy and the rest of his toys. In that time she had brought all the toys great joy, always joking around and making everyone laugh. Of course, in that time she and Buzz had also grown closer. He always seemed to get nervous around her, stuttering his words and mixing them up; yet somehow she also had the ability to relax him so that he could get to know her. He easily considered her one of his best friends, and hoped that she considered him the same, though honestly he hoped her feelings didn't stop there.

Today is the day. Buzz thought to himself from his position under Andy's bed. Lifting up the bedskirt, he saw Jessie sitting by the window, all by herself. Perfect, I can catch her alone.

Taking a deep breath, Buzz steadied himself and stepped out from under the bed. Careful to avoid interruptions by other toys in the room, Buzz slowly made his way over to the desk. Here goes nothing. He took another deep breath and pulled himself on top of the desk chair and onto the desk.

"Heh, good afternoon, Cowgirl. It's a nice day out there, isn't it?" Buzz inched his way towards Jessie, hoping to get an invite to sit down.

His only answer was silence. Maybe she didn't hear me. The Space Ranger took a cautious step towards the redhead.

"I thought I was the one who was supposed to be lost in space." He chuckled lightly, hoping to hear her laugh.

Again, silence.

"Jess, is everything alright?" Throwing caution into the wind, Buzz sat down next to Jessie, finally noticing that she wasn't looking out the window at all.

Jessie had her knees pulled up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs, while her face was hidden in her knees. Buzz had no idea how he had missed this before. Something is definitely not right.

"'m fine." Jessie muttered, resting her chin on her knees. Buzz could see that she was clearly not fine; the poor girl looked like she had just lost all her friends and her human all in one fell swoop.

Wait a minute, what day is it? Buzz glanced around but found nothing that would clue him into the date. He knew there were a couple dates that rip the normally chipper cowgirl into deep depression, and today might just be one of those days.

"Are you sure? I'm here for you if you want to talk about it." Gently, the ranger put a hand on her shoulder, hoping to offer some form of comfort. So much for today being the perfect day.

Jessie shrugged, not knowing what she could possibly say or where to start. She had so many things on her mind, all of them centered around one thing…

"Emily?" Buzz guessed, hoping he wasn't pushing her too hard.

"It's her birthday today." Jessie finally slipped, burying her face again.

Buzz took the hand resting on her shoulder and reached it around to pull her towards him. He wasn't a man of many words, he saw more benefit to actions. Maybe that's why he would stutter around her, or why he couldn't admit that he loved her. Maybe that's why he didn't have the words to tell her how sorry he was for what she had been through, or that he wished he could take away her pain. But he hoped he could convey all that by giving her some comfort, something real to hold onto to keep her in the present, instead of slipping into her dark past.

"Why me Buzz?" Jessie whispered, leaning her head against his shoulder, grateful for his presence.

"I don't know Jess." He paused for a moment, trying to give the thoughts in his head time to organize. "I don't know if anyone knows. But I know that you are here now, and that you've been given a second chance with a kid and friends who lo… love you." That was kind of a confession, right? "No one can change what happened in your past, but we can help you try and enjoy your bright future." Buzz himself was impressed by his little speech. He felt Jessie take a deep breath next to him.

"You're right. I'm silly for mopin'." There was a little more confidence behind her words, but the joy wasn't there.

"It's not silly. You have been through alot and it has taken a toll on you. Just remember you don't have to go through it alone anymore." I will always be here for you.

"Yeah?" Jessie sat up a little, looking Buzz in the eyes. Suddenly all his previous confidence drained.

"Y-yeah. I-I mean, Woody is here, and Bo or Bullseye even. I'm s-sure any toy would listen i-if you want to t-talk." Buzz avoided her gaze, frustrated that he was nervous again.

"Even sweet Space Rangers?" Jessie smiled softly, reminiscing to a happier memory.

"Um, y-yeah. If that's what you want." As long as I don't have to do most of the talking.

Jessie leaned her head back down on his shoulder, slightly aware of what she was doing to him, but also really just wanting the contact again. "Thanks Buzz."

"Anytime, Cowgirl." For you, I would do anything.