Toys and Dolls.

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

A/N Thanks everyone who reviewed, faved, and put this story on alert. It really means a lot to me. I can't believe it over 300 reviews thank you everyone! Thanks for all your kind words too! Remember this is semi-AU things are going to be different! A/N

'Why is this happening to me?' Buzz asked himself as Hannah played him. Whilst it wasn't exactly as bad as the last time Hannah had played with him it was still pretty bad on his behalf. This time, she had put him in a blue tutu. He needed to get out of there and back to mission. Mission - it felt good be on a mission again. Wait, no. He had never been on a mission to begin with; he had just thought he had been.

Buzz suppressed a sigh, thinking about the first time he had been in this house. Looking back, it had been a blessing and a curse. A blessing because it had been at this house where he had learned that he was toy, but a curse because of what he, Woody and Jessie had went through during their stay.

He had been different when he thought he had been real - more confident. He certainly had been more confident around Jessie. He forced himself not to sigh as he shook his head. Why did he still have feelings for her? She was his best friend's girl and she was very much in love with Woody and Woody was very much in love with her. Buzz wasn't in love with her, but he still had strong feelings for her and he knew he shouldn't. After all, Bo was… No - wait - Bo was a friend. A good and a pretty friend…a pretty good friend who sure knew how to kiss a guy on the cheek.

Woody and Jessie watched episode after episode of Woody's Round Up with keen interest. Suddenly, they seemed to have a new understanding of themselves. Woody had always wondered about himself. Why was he made to be a Sheriff and why did he say the things he said? And he now even knew things about himself that he's never even wondered about. He was a TV star! And Jessie - she was his co-star and, while being a children's show (especially a nineteen fifty's children's show) romance was not something that was greatly important to the plot, but there was a certain amount of fondness between the two characters which implied that Woody and Jessie could have been more than friends.

Jessie liked the show. It was great show and all but she found herself slightly dissatisfied with her role. She was the sidekick that always seemed to be needed saving. Though it was never 'her' fault 'she' needed 'Woody' to save 'her', the Prospector' always seemed to be getting 'her' in trouble.

'It could be worse,' Jessie told herself. 'At least I'm not in a dress. And I'm spunky in the show and I'm not completely fawning all over Woody. Of course I do that in real life though,' Jessie thought, smiling. She looked over to Woody and saw that his eyes were lit up in admiration as he watched the show. They sat on the edge of their seats as 'Woody' and 'Bullseye' jumped over the canyon. Would they make it and save 'Jessie' and 'the Prospector' in time?

"Put the next episode in!" Woody urged when the show had ended.

"Yeah! I have to find out what happens next!" Jessie added.

"That's the last episode," Pete informed sadly.

"What? How could that be?" Woody asked in disbelief.

"Sputnik," Pete told them.

"What does a potato have to do with anything?" Jessie asked, her hands on her hips.

"Sputnik was satellite launched by the Russians," Pete told her. "After that, all kids ever wanted to do was play with space toys."

"I know how that feels," Woody muttered softly, remembering the early days of Buzz's arrival.

Jessie placed her hand on Woody's shoulder.

"And then Sputnik two was launched with Laika the dog in it. Children were even crazier about space toys after that," Pete continued.

"They sent a dog up in space?" Jessie asked.

Pete nodded. "She died up in space."

Jessie made a whimpering sound.

"Don't tell her something like that!" Woody yelled at Pete.

"That's horrible!" Jessie admitted, clearly upset. "That poor dog!"

"It's no worse then what happened with Gordo the space monkey. The U.S launched this rocket with Gordo in it; only a technical malfunction prevented the capsule's parachute from opening. They never found his body or the vessel."

Jessie whimpered again, even more upset.

"Try not to think about it Jess," Woody told her soothingly. "Why don't you go hug Bullseye?"

Jessie nodded and walked over to where the rag horse was and hugged him, feeling depressed.

Woody turned to the mint in the box toy looking very livid.

"What is wrong with you?" Woody hissed. "How could you tell her stuff like that?"

"I was just giving her a history lesson," Pete stated.

"Did it have to involve the death of animals?" Woody demanded angrily. "Anyone can tell that Jessie loves animals! So knock the morbid history lessons or you won't be so mint in the box after all," Woody threatened.

"Now, now," Pete began to usher, waving his hands. "No need to get violent. I didn't realize it would upset her that much."

"Jessie's one tough doll, but she's very sensitive when it comes to animals," Woody pointed out before walking over to Jessie and Bullseye.

So now Pete had learned two things he could use against Woody and Jessie should he ever have to?

Jessie was babying Bullseye again, but Woody didn't scald at her this time. She still looked a little sad.

'Darn that Prospector!' Woody thought. 'Telling her that stuff! I can't stand it when she's sad. It makes me feel like my stuffing's being pulled out.'

"You know I've been thinking about how 'Woody's Finest Hour' would end," Woody began to tell her.

"Oh?" Jessie murmured, petting Bullseye.

"Yeah, I can see it all now," Woody told her. "Bullseye and I narrowly make it to the other side of the canyon. Then, riding like the wind, we race to the cave where you and the Prospector are trapped. Then, with our bare hands and hooves, we dig you out in the nick of time!"

"Then what happens?" Jessie asked, captivated.

"I pull you out of the cave while Bullseye pulls out the Prospector and I shield you with my body to protect you from the blast. And do you know what I do then?"

"No," Jessie answered, shaking her head.

"Tell you I love you and then I drop to one knee," Woody told her, doing so. "And I ask 'Jessie, will you marry me'?"

"What do I say?" Jessie asked, clasping her hands together.

"What do you think you say?" Woody asked, annoyed. "I just asked you to marry me?"

"Um?" Jessie murmured as though she really had to think about it. "I say yes?"

"Of course you say yes!" Woody told her. "And then you jump into my arms. Then the next frame shows us getting married."

"Am I in a white wedding dress?" Jessie asked him.

"Uh huh,"

"And am I wearing a veil with my hair down?"

"Yep, and do you know else you're wearing?" Woody questioned.

"What?" Jessie asked.

"Your cowgirl boots."

Jessie smiled. "Are you wearing a suit?"

"Yep and, after we kiss as husband and wife, we yell yee haw," He continued; content. "And I throw my hat up in the air, catch it and put it back on my head. Then I pick you up in my arms, hop on Bullseye, wave goodbye and then we ride off into the sunset."

A/N Yay I updated this. I don't really know if Woody really was asking Jessie to marry him, so I'll leave you readers to decide whether or not he really meant it. A/N