Toys and Dolls.

I don't own Toy Story or any of its characters. I do however own all and any original characters.

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Woody and Buzz raced back to Hannah's room. To Woody's relief, Jessie was safe in Hannah's arms. Before he could pretend to be Hannah's mother again, he and Buzz heard Sid coming and ran back into Sid's room.

Hannah loved her 'new' doll. The fact that Jessie (or Annie as Hannah called her) could talk was a real bonus as none of her other dolls could. She spent the whole day playing with her, from tea parties to fashion shows to every kind of game Hannah could think of. And, as much as Jessie liked being played with by Hannah, Andy was her real owner and she needed to get back to him and Jessie knew this; not to mention the fact that she had to find Woody and Buzz. But, every time Hannah left her room, she'd put Jessie in one of her dresser draws (most likely to hide her from Sid). While, deep down, Jessie knew that Hannah's heart was in the right place, being forced into a small, dark space over and over was just as bad as Sid torturing her.

Hannah held Jessie tight as she slept. Every time Jessie would try to get free from Hannah, she would hold the doll tighter in her sleep.

'What am I going to do?' Jessie questioned herself. 'I have to find Woody and Buzz, but I can't get away from Hannah. If only she wouldn't put me in her dresser. Poor Hannah, she's not a bad kid; in fact, I wouldn't mind having her for an owner even if she did rename me. It's because of Sid that she's hiding me and I don't blame her, seeing what he's done to her toys. Someone really should teach him a lesson! Why don't their parents punish him? Emily would never let Andy get away with something like that. Thank goodness. I'm going to feel bad for leaving her, but Andy's moving tomorrow and, if Woody, Buzz, and I aren't in the moving van, I don't know what we'll do. We can't stay here; it's too dangerous! Oh, I hope Woody and Buzz are all right! At least Buzz knows he's a toy now and won't be looking for a rocket ship, though I do feel bad for him; everything he thought he knew was a lie. Imagine if I thought I was a real cowgirl when I came out of the box? Or if Woody thought he had been real? He'd probably end up looking for his gun. Why doesn't he have a gun? He's has a holster. I'm going to have to ask him later, if I ever see him again. No! I can't think like that! I will see Woody again and, when I do, I'm going to give him a hug. Tomorrow, I have to find Woody and Buzz. One way or another, I have to leave Hannah and find them!'

The next day, Jessie found herself in the dresser draw again.

'I have to stay calm. I have to get out of here before Hannah comes back,' Jessie told herself. Using all her strength, she pushed the draw forward an inch. 'I can't give up! I have to keep trying!'

The plan was all set; but Woody needed to find Jessie. He couldn't leave the house without her! It was all of them or none of them! There was very little time left and Woody knew that Jessie had to be somewhere in Hannah's room.

She was almost there! Another few inches and she'd be able to squeeze herself out.

"Jessie!" She heard Woody call.

"Woody! I'm up here! In the draw!" Jessie called to him.

"Hold on Jess, I'll get you out!"

"I'm almost out now!" Jessie told him, slamming her all her weight against the draw. There! Now she could get out!

"Jump down to me Jess!" Woody called. "We don't have much time! I'll catch you!"

Jessie did as Woody asked and jumped. Woody didn't catch her, but he did break her fall. Jessie sighed in relief as she got up off Woody.

"I got out of there all by myself! Aren't you proud of me?" Jessie asked, hugging him.

"You bet I am sweetheart," Woody told her, hugging her back. "But come on, we really don't have much time!"

"What do you mean? Time for what?" Jessie asked as Woody took her hand and hurried out of Hannah's room.

"I'll explain on the way!" Woody told her as they ran.

…

"So let me get this straight." Jessie began after Woody had told her all she'd missed. "Sid plans on blowing up Buzz; you and Buzz are friends now; the cannibal toys aren't cannibals and you and they have come up with a plan to save Buzz which involves breaking the rule by coming alive in front of Sid?"

"That's about it."

"Well count me in!"

"That's my girl!"

"Always!"

…

Sid was way beyond freaked out. He had always thought he had been tough. He could watch monster movie marathons without even flinching at the goriest scenes; he stood up to bullies; in fact, he was a bully. But toys coming alive? It took all he had to not wet his pants!

He was holding Woody and Jessie in each hand. Woody had just finished talking to him and now it was Jessie's turn.

"Sid?" She asked.

"Y-yes?" Sid quivered.

"I don't like how you've been treating your sister's toys. It's not nice," She hissed. "So you're going to leave them alone, aren't you?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good, because I like Hannah. She's a good kid; she loves her toys and takes care of them. You should take lessons from her. Now, on a more personal matter, I don't take too kindly to you trying to melt my boyfriend's head with magnifying glass!" Jessie told him in a dangerously low voice.

"B-boyfriend?" Sid squeaked, looking at Woody. "H-he's your boyfriend?" Now Sid was beyond, beyond freaked out. Finding out that toys were alive was scary enough, but finding that toys could have those kind of feelings about one another was just way too much for a ten year old to handle.

"That's right," Jessie said before kicking him in the nose, not hard though.

"Play nice Sid," Woody told him. "Play real nice or else!"

…

The plan had worked, but the moving van had left without them. They had tried to catch the van on foot, but it wasn't working; especially for Buzz with the extra-added weight of the rocket. Woody had run up on ahead, telling Jessie and Buzz that he had an idea.

"Don't worry Buzz," Jessie assured as they ran. "Woody won't let us down!"

"I-I know," Buzz answered. Now that he knew he was toy and not real, all the confidence, which he portrayed since the day his box had been opened, had left.

"Here comes Woody and RC!" Jessie yelled happily.

"Who's RC?" Buzz asked.

"The race car Woody's driving!" Jessie answered, running to over to Woody and RC. Buzz followed.

"Get on," Woody told them.

Jessie got in front of him and Buzz sat at the back.

"I'll drive!" Jessie told him, taking RC's remote from Woody. "I'm the better driver anyway."

They had been close; they had been so close! But, in the end, they just didn't make it. RC's batteries had died and Slinky, who had tried to help them, was most likely broken.

"This is all…" Jessie began to murmur, sounding depressed.

"My fault," Woody finished, sounding even more depressed.

"But I'm the one who drove," Jessie said.

"But I'm the one who got us into this mess. Jess, Buzz, RC, I'm sorry."

"Cut that out you two," Buzz began brightly. "I have a plan on how to get back to Andy! Woody, take Jessie in your arms like you're going to carry her."

"That's your plan?" Jessie asked in disbelief.

"I like it!" Woody said, scooping her up in his arms.

"Jessie, hold on tight to him."

"Liking it more and more!" Woody commented as Jessie did what Buzz told her to do.

"Brace yourselves everyone!" Buzz yelled.

RC couldn't believe how fast he was going; he also couldn't he believe he had doubted Woody! He needed to think of some way to make it up to him after they got to the new house. Suddenly, the next thing RC knew, he was in the air and Buzz, Woody, and Jessie weren't riding him anymore and he was about to crash into Mr. Potato Head.

It had been tricky, but some how Buzz was able to let go of RC and grab onto Woody in one swift motion.

"We're flying!" Woody cooed in awe as he, Jessie and Buzz soared through the air.

"More like falling with style," Buzz said offhandedly.

"Yeee-haaw!" Jessie yelled excitedly as held onto Woody's neck even tighter.

Andy stared out of the window glumly. He couldn't believe he had lost all three of his favorite toys! Yes he only had Buzz for a day, but he had wanted a Buzz Lightyear toy for so long. And Woody and Jessie…well, he had them since before he was born. Woody had belonged to his father and the Sheriff was all he left of his father. Jessie; she had belonged to his mother and her smiling face always gave him the same comfort as his mother's smile gave him. And now they were gone! He was never going to see them again and he wanted to cry. He didn't know how, but he turned his head and looked down into the box next to him.

"Woody! Buzz! Jessie!" He cried happily when he saw them lying there in the box. He picked all three of them up and hugged them. They weren't gone forever! "I thought I'd never see them again!"

Emily smiled and shook her head, happy that her son's crisis over his misplaced toys was over.

A/N I hope no one thought this chapter was a let down. Just to let you all know I don't plan on ending this story any time soon. A/N