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Rated: T to be safe

Jealousy

"Andy might still take you along tomorrow," Buzz points out.

Jessie scowls and kicks her heels against the windowsill that they're sitting on. She's just spent the past hour 'fessing up to Buzz. Andy will be going to cowboy camp tomorrow, taking Woody with him.

And leaving her behind.

"That won't change anythin'," she says sourly. "It won't change the fact that I'm mean an' jealous an' angry an-"

"And a wonderful toy who's had a hard past," Buzz interrupts. "A wonderful friend to Woody."

And to me, he adds silently. He wishes he could say it out loud. Now might be a good time, since it seems like the only time he can talk to her without stammering is when she's upset about something.

"And I don't think you're jealous of him as much as you are jealous of the situation."

"Buzz, I been jealous of Woody ever since I met him!" she explodes. "Since the moment I saw Andy's name writ' under his boot! You don't know – you ain't got a clue what it's like to be somebody's one-and-only. I knew it once. Woody knows it now, and I'm tellin' you, I am jealous." She glares at him out of her big green eyes. "And I'm ashamed of myself for wantin' what another toy's got."

"You just said it," Buzz says quickly. "Right there. You said you want 'what' another toy's got, not 'who.'"

"I don't see how that makes a difference."

"It makes all the difference in the world."

"How?"

"It's not Andy that you want, it's Emily."

She stares at him silently. He's just glad she didn't punch him for being so audacious.

"Think about it, Jess," he says gently. "Just suppose you went to cowboy camp tomorrow. Close your eyes for a minute."

The little cowgirl doll hesitates for a moment, then does as Buzz asked.

"Tell me. Who do you see yourself with?"

She's quiet for a very long moment. Buzz refrains from prodding her.

"Emily," she finally mumbles.

"Anybody else?"

"N-no…"

"Andy?"

"No."

"Woody?"

"No."

Somewhere in the back of his mind Buzz wishes that she would say she can see herself with him at cowboy camp. He shoves that thought away and goes for the obvious.

"Bullseye?"

"No," she manages, opening her eyes. "Not even him. Just Emily."

"Emily," he repeats. "That's who you want, Jess. No one can blame you for that."

She looks like she's about to cry. Buzz has never seen Jessie cry before, and he's not sure he's ready for it. He looks down at his hands and keeps talking.

"One year with Andy isn't going to just erase all the time you and Emily had together or all the years you spent in storage. Emily was your first owner, first home, first playtime, first-"

"Love," she finishes.

He's a bit startled. Most people would equate that phrase with a romantic relationship, but he knows that's not what she means. "What?"

"My first love," Jessie says quietly. "There won't ever be anybody else that can hold a candle to Emily."

Why does that statement suddenly make him feel so lost?

She sighs and pulls her knees up to her chin. "Sometimes I feel like she got all the love I ever had in me, and all I got left is the stuff I been feelin' today. All envious and angry."

"That's not true and you know it. You just need some time."

She stares down at her boots. "I hope you're right."

I hope so too, he thinks.

Okay... this totally didn't turn out the way I originally planned it but one thing led to another and... well, there you have it! Feedback?

Thanks so much for sticking with me, everyone! I'm so happy that you're all enjoying it. Until tomorrow. ~Owl