AN: I just want to tell you guys a huge pet peeve I have which is people telling me to update especially when they try to guilt trip me into it. Through both anons and signed reviews, I've had at least ten or so people telling me that. I hope it's coming from you enjoying my work rather than an attempt to pressure me into writing. It's been taking me three months to update one chapter on most of my fics because of work-school commitments which take up 50-60 hours of each week. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and sorry for ranting.

Chapter Six

After learning the time of the yard sale, Andy had come nearly as soon as it started. He could see them still setting up and went over to Mrs. Anderson. "Hey," he called out, "You need any help setting up?" he asked and Mrs. Anderson shook her head. Today Andy was wearing a bandanna, a sweater, and sweat pants with a drawstring. These days he cared more about comfort than fashion.

"No, we're fine, dear" Mrs. Anderson called out, worried about the HIV patient. She was worried that he would exhaust himself if he were to help. He was still a good guy but he needn't put more strain on his body than he already should. Andy sighed as he saw all the tables and then saw Bonnie's table with her toys. His eyes widened as he saw the same Buzz Lightyear that he had given to her.

"Hey, Bonnie," he smiled as he saw the sign that said all toys are $5. He checked his pocket, he had brought more than enough. "How are you today?" he asked kindly, his hand reaching out for the Buzz toy. Bonnie shifted a little.

"I want to make some money for art supplies," she told him and Andy smiled. He looked over her toys before seeing Slinky Dog and Rex. She had really kept them for this long. "Do you want to buy something?"

"I was hoping to buy some of my old toys back, if you're done playing with them," he smiled to her and felt Buzz shift slightly in his grip but wondered if that was his imagination. He really wasn't sure what was real and what wasn't.

"You can take them," Bonnie told him and Andy crouched down in front of her.

"Don't say that, I'd be happy to pay for them," he told her before taking out a twenty dollar bill. "I know that they are only five but I wanted to know if I could have these three," he said as he pointed to the three toys that used to be in his ownership. "Do I give this to your Mom?" he asked and Bonnie nodded.

"You don't have to pay," she whispered and Andy picked up the toys, holding them in his arms.

"Nonsense," he laughed, "You want those art supplies, don't you?" he grinned before smiling. "You're a kid, you should be having fun," he encouraged her and Bonnie grinned widely.

"Thank you," she called out and Andy nodded as he scanned over the table again. "Are these all the toys?" he asked and Bonnie nodded. Although there were other toys – like a blue haired clown – these were the only three that he had owned. He walked over to Mrs. Anderson and handed her the twenty and she handed him an empty box to put them in.

"I didn't think that anybody would buy toys for the price that Bonnie has them at. I'll get your change from them," she said and Andy shook his head.

"Keep it for Bonnie. I know that she wants those art supplies and maybe she'll grow up to be an artist of some kind. I know that if my dreams weren't nurtured when I was young, I wouldn't be on my way to getting my masters," he coughed and Mrs. Anderson looked at him concerned. She taped the box down on all four sides before gesturing to the house.

"Come in, get some rest or at least a glass of water," she said and Andy looked her over before nodding. She wrote his name on top of the box before gesturing for him to get into the house with her husband taking over for her. Mrs. Anderson went to get the glass of water whilst Andy thought about the toys in the box. Were they alive or had he really lost his mind to the sickness?

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"Well," Buzz said in a steady voice, not having heard anything after he had been placed in the box. He walked from one side to the other. "It appears that we have been captured and secured. No matter, I'm sure that our friends from upstairs will come to our aid immediately."

"Yeah, I bet you're right," Slinky said in his loyal and trusting manner. "Probably hatching a rescue plan right at this very moment," he said and Buzz nodded, glad to have Slinky with him for his optimism which was more than could be said about the dinosaur who was running back and forth.

"We're trapped. We're trapped. We're going away and who knows where we're going. Did you see the guy who bought us? Why did an adult buy us?" he asked before running into the side of the box.

"We mustn't lose our heads," Buzz told the two of them, "I doubt our friends would let us just leave without a rescue mission," he said although that wasn't happening despite how Jessie's heart was breaking.

"And come on," Slinky told them, "The fellow might have a kid who will play with us. We haven't really been the favorite toys for a while."

"Trixie is still on the table," Rex said again as he panicked more. "She's separated from me. This is the first time in years that she's been separated from me. I don't know what to do," he told them and Slinky sighed.

"I guess we better get set for the journey," he sighed and Buzz paused. He realized that just appearing in Bonnie's room wasn't going to look good but he didn't want to leave Jessie. He loved Jessie more than he ever thought he could love someone. Sure, Woody had been like a brother to him, his best friend no doubt, but Jessie made him feel things that only those in love could feel.

"Maybe," Buzz sighed giving up and sitting down at the side of the box.

"Really!?" Rex panicked, "Really the two of you are giving up!? How do you know that man isn't like a killer or an emperor of some foreign starship!"

"Our mission with Bonnie is complete, if we go to a good home that is all that we can hope for," Buzz told them. He heard Rex scream before even he gave up and they sat in the box, not sure what they could do. Hopefully this bald man was kind to them.

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Jessie stood at the window reluctantly, she bowed her head and slid away from the side. They had planned to be there for any toy who might go to a rotten kid or bad home but they were going somewhere kind where they would be taken care of. Jessie knew from all those years that Andy would do that, no matter how much heartbreak she endured by their separation.

"So," Mr. Pricklepants asked, "What is the plan of action? What are you planning to do?"

"Nothing," Jessie replied as she went to Bullseye and petted him lovingly, they had been together for years and it felt good to have someone. "I think that they are going to go to where they need to next. It's okay."

"That young man is not the age to have appropriately aged kids," Mr. Potato Head told her. "You're really giving up? I mean, you don't even know what kind of danger that man is. What if all he wants to do is resell the toys onli-"

"He doesn't," Jessie replied as she walked away from the window. "It's okay. He'll take care of the three of them. They'll go home or to the new home or wherever home is for Andy," she smiled and all of the toys looked between one another.

"What on earth does Andy have to do with this?" Mr. Potato Head asked as he clambered up the window again.

"Have you lost your mind?" Hamm asked, "This is Buzz we're talking about. Did you hit your head on something? I mean, sometimes if you -"

"Bonnie met with him yesterday," Jessie told them and they looked at her. They all knew that Jessie had replaced Dolly as the favorite in the room but the words that she was telling them didn't make sense. That man had been too bony and too bald to be Andy, Andy was young with thick brown strands of hair. He had an energetic and youthful appearance. No. This was a different man. This wasn't the boy they had spent so many years with.

"Toys are for children, not for adults," Mrs. Potato Head argued and Jessie sat down. She wrapped her arms around her legs as she placed her head on her knee. Maybe this was the best for all of them but she couldn't help but want to go with Buzz. Bonnie would miss her and Jessie had a feeling that she should be there but this might give Buzz yet another home that loved him or he would return home at least. She couldn't help but feel the desire to go with him.

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As Buzz felt the box suddenly get placed down for a final time, he wondered how far away he was from the rest of the toys and how lucky he felt that he could be with two of the toys he had lived with since he had learned he was a toy. He sighed. Jessie would become a precious memory to him but he knew that he had to leave her. She was Bonnie's favorite….well apart from her craft projects, he just hoped that she had a happy home and wouldn't be left like the way Emily had left her.

As they heard the tape was ripped off, they dropped down and resumed their position as toys. They could see the bald man looming over the box before he picked them up and checked them over. Bonnie's name was now written on the bottom and as guilty as he felt doing it, he would paint over that. Hopefully it wouldn't hurt the toys.

"Okay, I managed to save some of your friends," Andy said as he looked around and then picked Woody up, placing him on the desk in the room and putting the box of toys down. He took each one out and placed it near Woody. The toys didn't move but they did stare at Woody in disbelief before looking around at the familiarity of the house.

"Good job," Woody said as he stood up and the other toys stared at him in horror before looking sideways at Andy. What was going on here? Why was this house familiar and why on earth was Woody talking to a human as if they were some kind of friends. "Guys, isn't this great?" Woody asked and Andy stared at them before coughing.

"Hang on," he said to them, "I have to go take my medicine. Get comfortable," he said before looking around to make sure that nobody was watching him and nobody had thought that he had lost his mind and gone off the deep end.

As the door closed, Buzz rolled over and stared at Woody suspiciously. He knew this house. He knew Woody…well a Woody, did fortune mean that this was the Woody that he knew."

"Guys!" Woody smiled as the toys still looked at him as if he had completely lost his mind. "It's so good to see you all again! I'm sad not to see the others but it's amazing to see you, especially you, Buzz," he said and they continued to stare at him.

"Woody?" they all asked slowly before looking back to the door and back again. What was going on here? Had Woody hit his own head and now felt nothing when he talked to a person. It was against the code of toys. They weren't supposed to interact with their owners. "Were you just talking to a per-"

"After all of this time separated and that's the kind of greeting that I get," Woody said as they continued to stare at him and then looked in the direction that the man who had become their owner had gone. What was happening?

"Yeah, it's good to see you, Woody…" Slinky laughed uneasily, "but…"

"Why? Why were you talking to him? How are you talking to him?" Rex panicked and Buzz stared at his old friend.

"Who is he? Why has he brought us here?" he asked and Woody smiled but the three returning toys didn't know whether it was a smile they could trust. Was that a real person or a robot? Was it okay even if he was a robot?

End of Chapter Six

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