Author's notes: So here's the deal. Last story I wrote, New Years Last Year, was kind of a downer. I'll give you hint why: That story wasn't completely fictional. Heh, whoopdeedoo. But I'm back in my crazy go lucky mood. And those of you wondering about that one long human fic, I guess I'm going to put that one to bed for awhile unless someone really protests. I've hit a wall there, cause it's hard to decide what "The claw" would be in reality. Yeah, and other stuff too, and whateve. If you have any ideas for me, I would LOVE to hear a line from you! And then shoutouts real quick, lilo, babytails12, and Jdog6789 thanks so much for the reviews! Jdog6789, yeah, it was a little unclear, so maybe I'll go back and edit it to make it more understandable. lilo, aww, thanks! I'm feeling bettah now. Ok, so anyway, this story is about Woody and Bo and a more in depth feeling of their first meeting. It's similar to the one in Finding Bo Peep and Her Lost Sheep, but I just had to elaborate on it. Probably gonna be a 3-shot, if such a thing exists…

Sorry for the long Author's notes,

Love,

Hpmoofrog

Oh P.S. don't own any of this stuff.

What had happened? When had she found herself awake? When did she truly become aware of what was going on around her? The answers were completely unknown. She blinked. How had she done that? She blinked again, and again, and again until her eyelids became sore. Yet, the soreness felt good, like moving something once for the first time.

A tingling started to make itself known where she had blinked. It started to run down her, giving her feeling, and what she somehow came to know what was her body. She had so many questions, even to the extent that she wondered what a question was

Something inside her told her she could move. It was an odd thought, and she was a little nervous, whatever nervous was, but slowly she adjusted anything she could feel. And then, some sort of revelation came to her, something that is never fully understood throughout any person of her kind.

Her name was Bo Peep, and she was a toy.

Sort of.

Voices came from an unknown location. She could not see a thing. Not one sliver of light showed through the dark box she stood in. Bo suddenly felt herself in the box suspended in the air, being carried somewhere. It was put down on something moving, and a series of beeps were heard. Bo was afraid; the beeps were getting closer. The box and herself were right under the source of the noise, and she heard a loud thunderous beep.

And Bo Peep fainted.

"Honestly guys, the new baby is probably only gonna get bottles and blankets. Besides, if she does by chance get something that is even remotely close to a toy, it will be her toy, not Andy's!" "Another baby means another birthday!" "An even bigger Christmas!" Sheriff Woody Pride sighed. He had been arguing for at least fifteen minutes with the other toys in Andy's room, and none of them seemed to be listening.

"This is a girl we're talking about! If she's anything like Andy's mother, she'll probably be only interested in clothes," said Woody to the other toys behind his makeshift podium. "How would you know?" rang out the voice of Mr. Potato Head. "You don't even know what a young girl is like!" Other voices chimed in agreeing.

Woody rubbed his temples. He had had enough. "Listen, Andy will be coming back any moment now-" They heard footsteps from the hallway. The toys gasped and frantically ran about getting in their places.

Andy burst through his bedroom door, happily galloping along. "Woody!" he exclaimed upon finding his favorite toy on his regular spot on the bed. "Come on, the baby shower is about to start!" Andy grabbed his arm, and they left the room.

"I just hope she doesn't get a meaner dinosaur…"

Bo's eyes fluttered open. She heard many voices, almost seeming to surround her. How long had she been asleep? The last thing Bo could remember was trembling before the loud noises from earlier, and then fainting.

"How about you open this one next?" said one of the voices. Bo felt the box being lifted again. There was a tearing sound, and then she heard all the voices chatter excitedly. "Look how cute that lamp is!" "She comes off too, so it's easier to clean." "Take it out of the box so we can all see!"

Suddenly the box began to shake, and light started to pour through the top. Bo squinted, but then some sort of instinct told her she needed to freeze. It was easier than she thought it would be; it was a movement just as simple as blinking.

Bo was taken out in a plastic bag. The images were too blurry, but soon she felt the bag being removed, and came face to face with a group of giant people. They all stared at her, admiring the beauty of her details. She was placed on a side table, and put on a little green lamp base. Also attached were sheep, or a sheep. Bo couldn't really tell.

As the people looked at her whom she came to find were ladies, one person stuck out of the crowd. It wasn't a lady either. A little boy at the age of five looked in awe at herself. His boyish charm showed through, and pierced Bo in a way that affected her deeply. The boy's brilliant blue eyes showed plainly through the group of women.

This boy was a child, and she was a toy.

Another revelation came to Bo. She found it strange herself, but she wanted this boy to play with her. She started to question her sanity. Through her unmoving eyes, she scanned the boy thoroughly. The little cowboy hat on his head made her want to giggle. Wait, what was a cowboy? And was it even possible for her to talk?

Bo continued to look upon the boy, when his hand, previously hidden behind a chair, came into full view. Hanging down from his hand was…

A toy.

Woody was getting bored. Andy just stood and watched her mother unwrap everything his new baby sister was going to use. Woody was pretty sure Andy would just go back up to his room eventually before the initial baby shower was over. He would have, too, until he got excited about something.

Woody wanted to see what Andy's mother had just unwrapped, but Andy was holding him behind a chair. The women in the room commented on how cute "it" was. Woody wanted to just believe it was more baby clothes and diapers, but it made him nervous to see Andy so anxious.

Finally Andy shifted, allowing Woody to see whatever everybody was so excited about.

Their frozen eyes seemed to meet, all in one moment. A flood of emotions hit the sheriff all at once. She was… perfect.

She stood upon a lamp base. Her gentle pink and white dress seemed to fit accordingly to her white, gentle skin. Her curves were flawless, and her face was the most beautiful thing the stunned toy had ever seen. Her baby blue eyes were very deep, and somewhat mysterious. Within them they seemed to reveal an interestingly wonderful personality, combined with love, sensibility, and sadness,

As if they knew the beautiful tragedy that would unfold before the two in the following years…

Woody beheld the creature with great delicacy, not ever focusing on anything else. This time he hoped Andy would stay for the rest of the baby shower, just so he could look at her for the duration of the time.

Things started to go through his mind. Wonderful, and horrible things. What if she couldn't move and talk? She was only part of a lamp, but she was a porcelain doll. Woody focused his eyes on hers again. There was so much emotion showing through them, that he found it hard to believe that she could not move. However, in the mind, no person or being can be completely one hundred percent sure of something without real proof.

The party lasted on, until finally the last guest left, and Mrs. Davis sat on the couch, exhausted. Andy finally made a move from his spot by the chair, and closely looked at the lamp himself. His mother recognized the childlike gleam in his expression.

She stood to ruffle his hair. "Pretty lamp, isn't it?" she told him. "Yeah, I guess so. I mean, if you're a girl. But you know, she would make a good person to save from one-eyed Bart…" Andy added the last part quietly, hinting his interest in the doll. His mother smiled, and sighed. "Andy, porcelain is very easy to break. Besides, she doesn't belong to you."

Andy let out a dejected huff, and gave a sad look towards Mrs. Davis. "I know it's been… hard these past few weeks. With the news about the new baby, and, your father…" she told him, struggling with the words. "I'll tell you what; how about we go to the toy store after I put all of this stuff in my room?"

Andy cheered up a little, and turned to the stairs to get his shoes. He gave one last look, and then ran up to his room. Little did he know that his favorite toy was thinking the same thoughts of himself. If only.