Author's Note: I don't own anything

Summary: Woody tries to fly like Buzz.

Woody was sitting on top of the banister of the stairs swinging his feet. He was looking down at the drop and it was a long way down. Andy had set up him there while he went to go play with Buzz. Woody wouldn't often get jealous of the other toys, but this time it was different. Andy was Woody's toy. He was the special one. Woody would always be the first pick. That was always the ways it was, until Buzz came along.

Buzz was everything Woody wasn't. Buzz was smooth, he was cool, and he was high tech. He came with all sorts of fancy buttons, but most importantly, he had wings. All Woody had was a pull string. Nothing like Buzz.

Woody could hear Buzz and Andy. Andy was laughing and running around his room. How long had it been since he and Andy had played like this? Woody had lost track because it was way too long. Woody had been replaced and this broke his heart to no end.

That morning Woody felt a tiny bit of hope as Andy picked him up. Maybe finally after all of these weeks, Woody and Andy would have their time together. Andy had picked him up and smiled. He spun with Woody around the room and then giggled. Woody felt so happy, but his happiness was short lived. As soon as Andy got up from his bed, he saw Buzz. He set Woody on top of the banister and then went to go get Buzz.

Woody was so crushed. "Maybe if I could fly like Buzz, Andy would notice."

Woody tried to balance himself but it was no easy task. Woody got up on his two feet and looked down. He took a deep breath and he spread his arms. "Fly me away," he whispered as he jumped.

Andy came out of his room with Buzz and he looked for Woody. "Woody?"

Andy walked up to the banister and saw Woody shattered.