All of the usual ratings and disclaimers apply! I do not own Star Trek. Author's Notes and a special dedication are at the bottom!

PB&J

"It's just plain low-down mean!" Jessie yelled.

"Jessie-"

Bo thought it a bad sign that the only two toys who had not attended the previous night's party were Buzz and Jessie.

"It ain't anybody else's business!" the cowgirl spat. "An' I'm sick of it!"

"Jessie!" Bo tried again.

She knew better than to fantasize that perhaps the two of them had snuck off together so they could make out somewhere. According to Woody, Buzz had been perfectly happy to spend the entire evening watching Star Trek reruns.

"Why does ev'rybody keep doin' this, huh? Why can't I just have a little peace for once?"

"Jessie! It's not what you think!"

"Ain't it?" the red-head cried. "It's Valentine's Day, Bo! I know what kinda games y'all were playin' last night-"

"Jess-"

And Bo had personally tried to drag Jessie out of the attic, but the cowgirl refused to be dragged, claiming that the stack of vintage textbooks she had found were just like the ones Emily used to have.

"- and just because I decided not to join the party last night don't mean y'all get to make fun of me-"

"That's not what-"

"- especially not about this!"

"Jessie!" Bo yelled back, raising her voice more than usual, "No one is trying to make fun of you about Buzz!"

The cowgirl snatched up the piece of paper that had started the argument in the first place. "Then what's this? What are my initials and Buzz's doin' inside of a heart, huh? Who wrote it? An' for heaven's sake-" she waved the paper around furiously. "- what's the P stand for?"

Bo struggled to stay calm. Someone had, indeed, written "PB&J" inside of a heart during one of the games. But if Jessie would just simmer down for half a second –

"What's it stand for, huh?" the cowgirl demanded. "Preposterous? Peculiar? I can think of a whole lotta words to describe just how dumb-"

Bo flung her hands up in exasperation.

"How about 'perfect?'" she challenged. "As in, you and Buzz would be perfect together!"

"Bo!" Jessie cried indignantly.

"Or 'precious.'" The shepherd girl retorted. "Like, you'd make such a precious couple."

"I ain't gonna stand here and listen to this nonsense!"

"No? Hmm, how about 'providential.' It's absolutely providential that the two of you found one another."

"Buzz didn't find me, Woody d-"

"'Practical?'" Bo rolled her eyes. "I'm sure the two of you would find a way to make a relationship strictly practical."

"Well… that's startin' to sound a little more like sense," said Jessie, sounding somewhat mollified.

"Oh?" Bo raised an eyebrow. "Well then, maybe you'd like to try this one on for size: 'passionate.'"

Jessie's eyes went wide. "Bo Peep!"

Bo grinned. "Would you like me to explain that one to you?"

The cowgirl's jaw worked as she tried to come up with an appropriate retort. Finding none, she pulled her hat over her face.

Bo chuckled. "You want to know what I think it should stand for?"

"I'm afraid to find out what else goes on in that head o' yours, Bo," Jessie retorted from under her hat.

Bo Peep gently slipped her fingers under the other girl's chin and raised her face. Jessie stared at her out of wide green eyes. She was, Bo realized, more embarrassed than angry. The shepherd girl shook her head.

" 'Puzzling.' As in, it's puzzling to me that such a sweet, brave girl like yourself and a strong, caring guy like Buzz – two toys who are so right for each other – don't just get together."

Jessie dropped her eyes.

Bo sighed. "Or it could just stand for peanut butter and jelly."

The cowgirl blinked and looked up.

"What?"

"Jessie!" Bo laughed and tapped her finger against the girl's nose. "Peanut butter and jelly! PB&J. You know… every kid's favorite snack?" She poked the wadded-up scrap of paper with her crook. "We were supposed to make lists of famous couples in history and someone decided to be funny, I guess."

Jessie stared. She picked up the paper and read it again.

"You mean… those aren't supposed to be me an' Buzz's initials?"

"Probably not."

Jessie frowned. "Well heck, Bo. How come you let me think that's what it meant?"

Bo leaned on her staff and grinned knowingly.

"I've got a better question for you, cowgirl. One you might want to ask yourself."

"Oh?"

"Yeah." Bo raised an eyebrow. "How come you thought it in the first place?"

Two more weeks until TS3 comes out on DVD/Blu-ray, YAY!

This one is dedicated to krystal-clearxo, who at one point in a review compared Buzz and Jessie's relationship to PB&J... which and I immediately saw their initials in! Hugs and gratitude to you, krystal-clearxo!

Thank you so much for all of your feedback, guys! Having this fic going has gotten me into the habit of writing every single day, which is something I desperately needed! I know I haven't responded to reviews lately, but I promise to get started on that tomorrow.

Until then! ~Owl