A/N: All I can honestly say is...wow. It's been well over a year now since I've worked on this story. If anyone's wondering "I've seen this before," it's because you have. This is nothing more than a reboot of the same "Runaway" story that I started in November of '09. After finally regaining a sense of motivation, here I am. The first four chapters have been revamped, and the fifth chapter that once was on site is undergoing a complete makeover. Long-short, an entirely different chain of events will take place.

Will I spill what? Heck, no!
Will you enjoy it? Heck Yeah!

Disclaimer: Toy Story and all subordinate associations and properties thereof are not owned by me. This story is not written as a means of procuring a profit, but rather is done strictly for personal enjoyment and audience entertainment. In other words, you lawyers can't touch this!

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The Runaway

Chapter One – Sibling Conflict

It was an ordinary day at the Davis household. Andy was at school, Molly was at Daycare and Ms. Davis was off at work. As the warmth of the sun radiated throughout the space, the light revealed the busy hustle and bustle of the playroom.

Andy had gotten a new Buzz Lightyear video game the other day and Rex, of course, had to get in on it. He was doing surprisingly well, considering it was his first time playing, but once again he still could not defeat Zurg. This game was advertised to be three times harder than the previous, and while Rex was speeding through most of the levels, the Zurg Compound level proved notoriously difficult to clear. Hamm and Slinky Dog played a rousing game of Clue. The usual happened with the Potato Head "family," with Mrs. Potato Head continuing to spoil the alien children while Mr. Potato Head was trying to get away from them, to no avail of course. Bo kept herself busy by reading nursery rhymes to the pre-school toys, and Buzz kept himself occupied by reading an encyclopedia that Mrs. Davis had bought for Andy.

On Andy's bed lay the two Woody's Roundup toys, with Woody resting in a fetal position and Jessie in deep thought, laying flat on her back with her head nestled in her hands. Jessie's relationships between Woody and Buzz had become very close and intimate. To Jessie, Woody was like the loving, compassionate, and all around fun big brother she'd never had. And Buzz... well, that needed no explanation. They'd only known each other for a few weeks, but they were love stricken almost instantaneously. Buzz had finally gotten to the point where he was able to talk to Jessie in full sentences. Now, if only he could do so with his eyes open.

It had been about three weeks now since the famous rescue of Jessie. In the span of those three weeks, the exuberant cowgirl wasted no time exploring practically every nook and cranny of the house. In the process, both Woody and her boyfriend Buzz must've had at least three heart attacks. Because Jessie was very spontaneous in her actions, she tended to run head first into her adventures, which didn't always end too well – especially when she accidentally fell into the washing machine two days prior. It was just her luck that not only was the washer empty, thus causing her to suffer a nasty blow to the head, but it just happened to be laundry day. She wasn't discovered missing until she'd gone through both the washer and the dryer. But on the plus side, she smelled like lavender, and she'd never felt cleaner in her life, though it took a couple hours of gargling mouthwash to get the soap taste out of her mouth...

Jessie still struggled with the painful reminiscence of her past. While she did enjoy her new life in the Davis household, she still could not shake the memories of the heartbreak that she felt in her abandonment. Thankfully for her, Jessie found a means of solace in Woody.

She and the sheriff had grown very close; developing something of a sibling bond that she swore couldn't be broken by anything. One of her favorite pastimes was playing games with the Woody's Roundup star. Unfortunately for the cowboy, Jessie sometimes didn't take defeat too well… and she faced defeat quite often when playing with Woody. So far, the only thing that she'd successfully beaten him at was Connect Four, though that really only happened when sympathy settled in on Woody's part and he let her win; this act of generosity backfired on him when she dropped the entire chip-holding platform on top of his head. She has yet to beat him at checkers or Clue, and while they were still fun to play, it was very frustrating that he kept beating her...

After her repeated losses to Woody in games of cognition, she figured that it was time to level the playing field. Instead of playing games where patience and strategy were key, areas where Woody was clearly superior to Jessie, they'd play some games that involved pure, unadulterated physical activity, her own greatest strength. That's when it hit her – She could set up an event where they played a sequence of games, something like a tournament!

Now what games can we play? Jessie thought to herself. Tag and Hide and Seek seemed a bit immature, even if they were toys. For nearly ten minutes she just sat there with a hand wrapped around her chin, tapping the lower tip of her face as she tried hard to think of something. Anything! Then she realized-

"Duh! I'm a Texan! We do plenty of stuff down there!" Jessie exclaimed. The ideas finally started to flood in. Lassoing, bull riding, the bucking horse, pig wrestling, yodeling – they just kept coming and coming. She started to become overwhelmed by the vast selection of activities. In the end, she decided to limit the tournament to three events: the bucking horse, lassoing and a wrestling contest, just without the pig.

Yup, one of the events that the yodeling cowgirl had settled on was a wrestling match between her and Woody. Jessie decided on this when she remembered the fight that Woody and she had back at Al's apartment when Prospector Pete framed her for ruining Woody's attempt at an escape. Because Woody had thought it was her, when she denied it he accused Jessie of lying. This, of course, made Jessie hotter than rattlesnake oil fresh out of a burning kettle, and the rest is history. At the time, she really resented Woody, but in retrospect, she found the whole thing to be quite funny. Poor Sheriff was so helpless without his one arm. Hopefully, he'll fight better with both of 'em, Jessie thought, chuckling softly at the memory.

Jessie now was absolutely ecstatic about her idea. In fact, she was so energized that she just had to share it with someone. And there was a certain cowboy that she felt had gotten enough sleep.

"Woody. Woody? Wooooody!" Jessie whispered, rocking his arm softly. She tried to wake him up gently, even going as far as tickling his throat, but when he failed to exhibit so much as a tiny twitch, she realized that this was getting her nowhere.

"Okay, cowboy…" Jessie groaned. She climbed under the bed and pulled out Andy's echoing megaphone. Buzz happened to look up from reading as Jessie positioned the megaphone next to Woody's ear. Oh no, Buzz thought as she inhaled deeply.

What happened next could only be compared to an exaggerated death scene from the Final Destination series. When Jessie did her famous yodel through the megaphone, the sound bounced off the walls and flooded the entire room as the vocal turned everyone's attention to the bed. Being the unfortunate soul at the epicenter of the loud yodeling blast, Woody screamed and jumped up with a start as his plastic eardrums were hammered by the sudden and explosive flood of sound waves. Still disoriented because of the loud and abrupt awakening, he fell off the side of the bed and landed on top of R/C. This in turn caused the remote control car to awaken as well and, just as startled as Woody was, it darted from behind the bed, speeding into the open of the playroom.

By this time, every toy was aware of what had just happened and was stunned. Several of the toys, including Buzz and Jessie, were holding back laughter. The R/C car came to a sudden stop and Woody was propelled towards the side of the bed. In a bizarre feat that seemed to defy every single law of physics, Woody bounced off of the bed and flew at an angle straight into one of the wall mounted shelves. When the sheriff doll hit the shelf, it began to weaken. Woody's unwanted high flying adventure finally came to an end when he fell to the floor under the shelf that he had hit.

He shortly started to come to, immediately jerking his head up to try and identify his assailant. There on the bed was Jessie, megaphone in one hand and the other slapped on her mouth in a vain attempt to keep her laughter suppressed. Inexplicable rage began to build up within the sheriff, and Jessie took notice as her hidden smile and muffled laughter quickly fled from her. She jumped down off the bed and began to cautiously approach him. She was about to try and explain what had prompted her cause of this undesired disaster when the shelf that Woody impacted fell from the hinges.

"Woody, look out!" Jessie shouted at the top of her lungs, but was too late. Books upon books began to fall on top of Woody, practically burying him alive. Several of the toys experienced a brief moment of Deja Vù; it almost seemed like official retribution for what the cowboy did to the space ranger about a year ago. Both Jessie and Buzz sprang into action, frantically pulling off as many of the books as they could before Woody broke through the remaining few that lay on him.

"Ohmygosh- Woody, I-I'm so sorry! I-I-I didn't mean for that to happen! It j-just-" Jessie stammered, desperately trying to defuse Woody. Unfortunately, it was too late; the powdered keg that was Woody's temper had already blown sky-high.

"WHAT THE HECK WERE YOU THINKING?" Woody screamed, cutting Jessie off.

"Woody, I wasn't thinking, I-" Jessie continued to stammer, fear now showing through clearly in her face.

"Of course you weren't thinking, you never think!" Woody was only centimeters from Jessie's face now. "Only an overhyped moron like you would scream into a megaphone to try and wake somebody up! Darn it Jessie, you could've killed me! You need to stop acting like a stupid child and grow up!"

Jessie's voice started to break up. "Woody…I'm…I..." Jessie was trying with all her might to get out an apology, but she was just hurt to the core. Tears were streaming down her face and her whole body started to quiver. She grasped hold of her arms, as if that was all she could do to keep them from detaching. She could barely speak, her voice nothing but a raspy whisper now as she fought back the sobs that were amassing in her throat. She was overtaken with anxiety and confusion as she continued to try and utter her plea for forgiveness.

"I'm…I'mso-…I'm sori-" was all was able to manage from her tight throat.

"Oh, what, 'I'm sorry'? Is that what you're trying to say? After what you've done, that's all you have to say? " Woody cut her off again, his arms flailing. "You know what, you're nothing but a burden- you've always been a burden! I swear bringing you here was the biggest mistake I've ever made in my life!"

"Woody…"

Jessie couldn't even move. Not since Emily left her had she felt so worthless and alone. Once again, the memories returned. The pain from years of neglect and despair caused by the abandon of her owner was now slamming her hard. She fell to her knees, and doubled over as she began to quietly sob.

Every toy in the room had watched the scene unfold up until now, and every one of them were paralyzed with shock at Woody's reaction. Even Buzz, Jessie's boyfriend, Woody's best friend was baffled by what had just happened. His initial instinct was to give Woody a piece of his mind, not to mention a good thrashing, but he knew that this would only escalate things further out of control. He tried to console Jessie, but this only caused her to retreat to Andy's closet.

"Oh man… how are we gonna solve this problem?" Buzz asked himself quietly.

In Andy's closet, Jessie hid in the darkest, furthest corner that she could find. She was sitting with her arms around her legs, clutching them as tightly as possible to her chest. She couldn't be seen, but she could be heard sobbing and saying only one thing, over and over…

"I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…"