A/N: Howdy! I don't own Toy Story, or Buzz Lightyear of Star Command *sniff*.
Wow, long wait was long. Sorry guys. I magically came up with something for the story… tell ya when I get there.
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Chapter Two: Dream
The medical bay could help – of course they could. The medics there knew what they were doing.
The girl was cleaned up, before anything else, and turned out to be pretty badly burned and cut. One doctor said she was lucky to be alive. Her long hair turned out to be a bright, fiery red, and her skin was pale. The doctors said the girl needed rest.
But in the meantime: paperwork.
Everybody hoped the girl would wake up, but Mira was probably the only one who was hoping to put off the office-work part of the mission at that point. There really wasn't any point. Nobody read it, anyway. But the only time Buzz had thrown the paperwork out was that – that time with the plants. And that was only because it all sounded terrible, no matter how he worded it. Oh well. Maybe they should start screwing up on purpose, Mira figured, and they wouldn't have to do paperwork ever again.
But that was wishful thinking. Booster would never do anything wrong on purpose, and X-R was too self-obsessed to care. He never did any paperwork, anyway, so it wouldn't make a difference to him.
Buzz always liked to see a mission through to the end. It had been almost three months now, but there was still no news from the medical bay. It was getting on Buzz's nerves; he was feeling on edge. Eventually he took his team down to the medical bay to check up on the girl they had brought in.
But when they arrived, the girl was nowhere in sight. Medics said she had woken up a few hours, and that had left about three or four weeks after being brought in. They had identified her as a Miss Jessica Pride, twenty-four-and-a-half. Parts of her memory had been missing, but they had decided she had enough memory to get along on her own. Nobody could figure out where she came from, so they had sent her off to Earth and found her an apartment.
Buzz was fuming. He went to the Commander and complained loudly that as his team had brought her in and therefore should have been told as soon as she had awoken. The Commander, however, said that it was none of their concern anymore.
"Get your civvies ready," Buzz announced to his team. "We're going to Earth."
It was not usual for Buzz to give up so easily, but he always said "civvies" to mean "civilian clothing", making it sound like a holiday. And nobody was going to question it. No-one even asked Buzz if the holiday was regulation – they just packed and left.
Buzz set the ship to auto-pilot and the others went to sleep. Buzz, however, found a file inside his suitcase and examined it again. He had been able to find information on the girl, including a photograph taken from her driver's license. It was a couple of years old, but she had clearly not changed much. She had a broad smile, the tip of her nose was upturned and her long, red hair was tied back in a plait. Buzz also couldn't stop noticing that she had large eyes which were a lovely shade of green.
He had found out the town Miss Pride lived in, but he still did not know whether she had found work or where she lived. But he intended to.
"I can't wait to get back home," the brown-haired man said, leaning back in his chair. Jessie laughed.
"You just wanna see Bo again." The man didn't deny it, so Jessie continued to speak. "I do too. She'd a real nice gal. I miss her."
"We'll be home soon, Jess," the man told her. Then something out the window caught his eye. "What the…"
And in a flash, everything was gone. Jessie was in agony, bleeding and burnt. Her hands fumbled through the wreckage until she found the radio. "Help!" she yelled into it, tears running down her cheeks. "I've been attacked! Help!"
A female voice replied. "This is Team Lightyear responding. Over."
Star Command. They could help. Get her out alive. Then she could help the others… where were they? Jessie called out to the man and the other but there was no response. She turned back to the radio.
"We were hit!" she told the person on the other end of the radio. "I dunno where the others are – I think he got 'em – I been injured…"
Keeping a knee against the transmitter button for the radio, she ripped some material off her jeans and tied it to a metal pole, making a flag, and carried on talking. Her movements were growing slow and clumsy. "I don't think I can stay conscious fer longer… help…"
This time, a man's voice came over the radio. "Can you give us your location?"
Jessie wasn't sure where exactly she was, but she knew what planet she was on. She reeled off the co-ordinates with her last ounce of strength. Then everything went dark.
Jessie awoke with a start. She was shaking and there was a layer of cold sweat covering her face.
Why did she keep having that dream? Who was the brown-haired man? He looked familiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
The alarm went off. Jessie yawned, stretched, shut it off and got ready for work.
A/N: Ugh, incredibly short chappie, AND I didn't get to the part I came up with. Oh well, I'll probably make the whole story up of short chappies for a while. See ya next time!
