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 400 reviews thank you everyone! Thanks for all your kind words too! Remember this is semi-AU things are going to be different! A/N

Woody sat on Al's shoulder as Al watched TV. He could only hope that Al would go to bed soon and not take him with him as the night carried on.

Buzz watched from his position on the little plastic chair as Hannah's mother tucked her into bed.

'One down, three more to go,' Buzz counted down to himself. 'Sid will be the next one to fall asleep and then Mr. and Mrs. Phillips will follow. I hope I won't have to wait too long. I wonder how Jessie and Woody are doing. Maybe they're freeing toys from their boxes?' Buzz asked himself, unaware of the fact that Woody and Jessie were really at Al's apartment

Slinky, Rex, Hamm and Mr. Potato Head crept quietly into Sid's backyard. They had to be careful, especially when they knew Scud was out and about.

"Let's hope Buzz hasn't been turned into dog chow," Mr. Potato Head hoped quietly.

"Would Scud really eat us?" Rex questioned with a whisper.

"Not if he doesn't see us or catch you," Hamm told him.

"What?" Asked Rex.

"Come on Rex, we need a distraction," Hamm informed, happily intend on urging Rex up to the job on the behalf of the rest of the toys.

"But why me?" Rex asked, slightly anxious.

"Because we need to get into the house and you are the fastest," Hamm answered.

"I don't know if I like this idea," Rex admitted, wringing his hands together out of nervousness.

"Come on Rex," Began Slinky. "Do it for Buzz."

Rex shook his head - no.

"Do it for Woody then?" Suggested Mr. Potato Head.

Again, Rex shook his head - no.

"How about doing it for Jessie?" Hamm asked, hoping to get a positive answer from Rex - to no avail of course.

He still shook his head - no.

"Well if you won't to do it for Buzz, Woody or Jessie," Slinky began, thinking up of a way to convince Rex to step up to the job all the while. "Then do it for Andy."

"Andy?" Rex questioned slowly, a deep sense of melancholy tied to his quivering vocals.

"Yes," Answered Slinky. "Remember when Woody, Jessie and Buzz went missing right before we moved?"

Rex nodded a yes.

"Remember how sad and upset he was because he thought he'd lost them forever?"

"Yeah,"

"Well just think of how he's going to feel when he comes home to find them missing again and, this time, he may never find them again," Slinky finished.

"Alright," Rex answered in determination. "I'll do it! I'll do it for Andy! RAARRR!" He yelled, running off.

When Scud heard noticed Rex, he took off after him in an instant, giving the three other toys a chance to sneak into the house through Scud's doggie door. The kitchen light had been left on.

"Now what?" Mr. Potato Head asked in a whisper.

"Um," Murmured Hamm. "We wait until everyone in the house is asleep and then we look for Buzz."

Al had finally fallen asleep, only he was asleep on the sofa and he had left the TV on. But Woody wasn't going to let the chance of escaping pass him and Jessie by. He turned his head to look at her. She broke character when their eyes met. Woody saw how distressed she looked. The first thing he needed to do was to find the key to the case and then get her out of there. Suddenly, Jessie shot him a look to warn him of the danger without the need to use words. Al was stirring in his sleep. Woody turned back to Al just as he turned his head towards him. He was still asleep though and, in his sleep, he belched right in Woody's face. It was loud and his breath smelt horrible! It was so bad that Woody found it hard to keep in his metaphorical vomit; in fact Woody fell over backwards from the smell.

Once he had landed on the floor, falling over onto his back as a result, he took his hat and began to fan his face out of desperation; wanting the smell to fade away as fast as possible. Jessie watched him from inside the glass case, perplexed by what he was doing.

'What, did he almost faint when he fell?' She asked herself.

Once Woody had recovered, he set about looking for the key to the display case Jessie was in. It didn't take him long to see that the key was on the shelf above the display cases.

It was not an easy climb for Woody to make and he could feel his arm becoming looser as the stitches popped. But, no matter what, he was not going to leave Jessie in the case or leave without her. As quietly as he could, he unlocked her case. Once the door to the case was open, Jessie rushed out and jumped into Woody's open arms.

"I was afraid I'd be locked in there forever," Jessie murmured as she nuzzled Woody's neck.

"It's all right now," Woody told her softly before kissing her temple. "Come on, now's our chance to get out of here."

Before Jessie had a chance to say anything, the TV's volume suddenly boomed up drastically, waking up Al. Realizing Woody wasn't with him on the sofa; he began to frantically search for him.

With one quick, apologetic look; Woody quickly shoved Jessie back into the case before flopping back down on the shelf. Al breathed a sigh of relief when saw where Woody was. He didn't care how Woody got there whatsoever; as long he was there then it was all right.

Buzz crept out of Hannah's room. All of the lights were out in the house but he had no idea where Scud was. As he crept down the hall, he wondered if he'd meet any of the mutant toys along the way. He had always wondered what had happened to them after they had helped save him from being blown up. He'd always be grateful to them and Woody for that. Maybe they had left Sid in search of someplace where they could live in peace? Like an island of misfit toys. Buzz smiled at the thought.

All right, he had made it into the living room. So far, so good. Now, if he remembered correctly, there was a doggie door in the kitchen. He just hoped Scud wasn't in the kitchen. Hopefully, Scud was in Sid's room. Okay, now he was in the kitchen and he could see the doggie door.

Once he was out of the house, he smiled in relief. 'Finally!' He surveyed the back yard and, to his dismay, he saw Scud! And he was chanting:

"Rex!" Buzz muttered, shocked.

Al was now in his bed holding Woody as he slept. Woody wiggled lose from Al's grip, feeling more of his arm stitching loosening as he did so. As he walked back into the living room, he kept on wondering how the sound of the TV had gotten so loud. Looking up, he saw that Jessie was out of the case and that Bullseye was also out of his as well. Jessie was petting him again. Woody bit back a sigh as he climbed back up. Then he saw it; the remote control to the TV right in front of Bullseye's case.

"Why you no good dirty horse!" Woody angrily exclaimed when he had reached them.

"Woody! What has gotten into you?" Jessie asked, wrapping her arms around Bullseye's neck. The poor stuffed horse was cowering at Woody's harsh words.

"Take a look at that!" Woody told her, pointing to the remote.

"So?" Asked Jessie.

"He turned it on so we couldn't escape!" Woody accused.

Bullseye frantically shook his head - no.

"See? He's telling us he didn't do it," Jessie pointed out.

"Oh? So you're just going to his word?" Woody asked angrily.

"Bullseye wouldn't lie. Just look at that face," Jessie said in her babying voice.

"Will you stop acting so dumb?"

"Did you just call me dumb?" Jessie questioned angrily, clearly fuming as she felt her cheeks heat up.

Both Pete and Bullseye did not like what was happening between the Sheriff and the Cowgirl in the slightest.

"Woody, Jessie," Pete began, but was almost instantly interrupted.

"No, you're just acting dumb!"

"You take that back!" Jessie demanded.

"No!" Woody answered firmly, determined to stand his ground as he huffed, tempering with Jessie's patience in a way he should never do.

"I said take it back!" Jessie yelled as she tackled him down to the ground. However, when the two began to wrestle, something went drastically wrong.

"You ripped my arm off!" Woody exclaimed in shock.

"Well I didn't mean to!" Jessie told him honestly, sounding upset.

"You ripped my arm off!" Woody yelled again in absolute horror.

"It was about to fall off anyway!"

"You ripped my arm off!"

"I'm sorry! Okay? Does it hurt?"

"You ripped my arm off!"

Now Jessie was beginning to get annoyed. "Well, maybe if you hadn't acted like a jerk and called me dumb it wouldn't have happened?"

"You're saying this is my fault?" Woody asked expectantly, waving his detached arm in the air.

"Yes!"

Woody made a nose and stomped his boot on the ground in anger. Then, without a word, he jumped off the shelf and stormed off back into Al's room.

Jessie didn't know what to do. A part of her wanted to follow Woody and another part of her was too mad at him to do so. It wasn't just him calling her dumb that made her furious; it was how he had yelled at Bullseye. For as long as Jessie could remember, she had always loved animals - both real and toy. She could never stand the thought of anyone being cruel to them and this had been one of the reasons why she had found herself not liking Pete too much. But, she had to remind herself, this wasn't the time for that. She knew she should have been more careful of Woody's loose arm. Why did she have to have such a fiery temper? And, ultimately, why did Woody have to have such a fiery temper? For the most part, Woody usually kept his cool; but when he got mad…Jessie hated it when he got mad.

She then looked over to Bullseye and noticed how sad and scared the horse looked. Right now, he needed her more than Woody did.

"He didn't mean it," Jessie told him, petting his soft body. "He was just really mad and he just wasn't thinking right. You'll see that things will be better in the morning." 'They just have to be,' she silently added.

Pete bit back a sigh. This was NOT what he had wanted to happen. He couldn't have Woody and Jessie mad at each other. He needed them to be completely and totally in love with each other. He'd have to get them to make up. He'd let them cool down tonight and then tomorrow he'd talk to Woody. Through all of those years on the drug store counter shelf, he had observed many young couples. He only hoped he could force those observations into good use.

Woody lay down on the floor next to Al's bed. What was he going to do? He couldn't go back to Andy with his arm ripped off! What if his arm couldn't be sewn back on? Andy wouldn't want to play with a one-arm cowboy doll; he'd be thrown out! He'd never be played with again if that happened and he'd never get to see his friends or Jessie again either.

Their fight was still ringing through his head. He did have a right to be mad at her since she chose to take Bullseye's side over his and ripped his arm off as well. But deep down he knew that she had ripped his arm off by accident. As he lay on the floor, he was half hoping that Jessie would come in and make everything all better. He guessed that she was most likely still mad at him; though for the life of him he couldn't really figure out why. It wasn't as though he had really called her dumb; he had just told her that she had been acting dumb.

Buzz could only stare in shock as he watched Scud chase Rex around the Phillips' backyard. Shaking his head, he then realized that he needed to think of something quickly or else his Dino friend was going to become doggie dinner!

Buzz dived into the bushes.

"Rex!" He called. "Over here in the bushes!"

Rex dived into the bushes at his call, completely exhausted.

"Rex, what in the name of Star Command is going on?"

"Hamm, Mr. Potato Head and Slinky went into the house to save you and I stayed out here to distract Scud."

"That's very commendable of you. But I didn't see the others."

"That's not good," Muttered Rex.

"I'm going to have to go back in and get them. Rex, you know what that means."

"Yeah, I know. I have to get Scud to chase me again."

"I'm afraid so," Buzz told him.

Rex tried to roar again, but it came out very weakly.

"Try saying 'To Infinity and Beyond'," Buzz suggested.

"Really?" Rex asked excitedly. "I can say one of your catchphrases?"

"You bet!"

"Wow! I don't think Woody or Jessie would even let me do that! To Infinity and Beyond!" Rex yelled, running out of the bushes again.

Buzz crept back into the house. He had no idea of where the others could be. It took half the night, but Buzz did find them eventually, all asleep under the sofa. By the time he and the others left the house, both Rex and Scud were too tired to move anymore. Buzz and Mr. Potato Head had to carry Rex out of the yard.

"Oh no, what have I done!" Al cried the following morning when he saw Woody on the floor with his arm ripped off. "How could I have been so foolish?" Al picked up Woody and his arm before cradling the Sheriff in his hands. Woody could really care less since Al wasn't Andy and Jessie hadn't come to him as yet. Did she even care about him? She's probably playing 'Nurse Maid' with Bullseye all night.

Woody now sat on the shelf where Jessie, Bullseye and Pete were. Al was on the phone with someone.

"Yes, tonight is just fine…Good, I'll see them. Bye."

Jessie had no idea what to say to Woody. Even though she had said she was sorry last night, it just wasn't enough. She felt so awful about ripping his arm off. How could she make it up to him? He probably hated her for it. This thought made her want to just break character and cry.

Al finally left for work and that's when Pete made his move.

"Woody? Can I talk to you?" Pete asked.

"Sure," Woody answered half heartedly as he got up, taking his detached arm with him.

"Now, about what happened last night," Pete began. "Now there's no denying what Bullseye did, but I don't think he knew what he was doing."

"Come again?" Woody asked.

"Despite what the theme song says, Bullseye just isn't a smart horse."

Something within Woody wanted to argue with Pete when he saw Bullseye at the corner of his eye. The toy horse could hear everything Pete was saying. He looked so hurt too and Woody found himself feeling guilty for yelling at him.

"He," Pete began again. "Was probably just playing with the buttons and didn't know what would happen."

"I guess you're right," Woody reluctantly said.

Bullseye hated the way Pete was talking about him. He wasn't dumb! And he hadn't played with the remote either. Woody was never going to like him now. Bullseye didn't like Pete that much. He yelled at him a lot and called him names. But he liked it when Pete talked about how things would be for them once they got to the museum though; how children from all over the world would come to see them and love them forever.

Pete was relieved that Woody didn't seem to be mad at Bullseye anymore; not that he cared about how the toy horse felt to begin with. Now all he had to do was settle the terms between Woody and Jessie.

"Now, about your fight with Jessie."

"Pete, stay out of that," Woody firmly said. He didn't mind Pete trying to fix things between him and Bullseye. Pete knew the toy horse better than he did and Woody never liked to be unjustly mad at a toy. But Pete meddling in his relationship with Jessie? That was the horse of a different color. What was going on between him and Jessie was something that they, themselves, would have work out in their own way and time. Woody didn't even think that Slinky would be able to help if he was there.

"Just here me out son," Pete began to usher. "I think I know why she took Bullseye's side. Maternal instincts. You see, I think she thinks of Bullseye as the child you two share."

"No she doesn't," Woody told him firmly. "She just loves animals. That horse is not our baby. But I ought to apologize to him anyway."

"Don't you mean Jessie?" Pete asked.

"No, I mean Bullseye."

"I know you must be still upset about your arm, but don't worry. Al's called someone who will get you all fixed up."

"Really?" Woody asked brightly. "Are you sure this person can fix me up?"

"You bet! Why Bullseye was in such a sorry state when he first came here. If I had been Al I would have just thrown him out, but Al called this fellow and he came to fix Bullseye up as good as new. And he'll do the same to you and Jessie."

"Jessie doesn't need any fixing up!" Woody told him, feeling as though Pete had just insulted his girl.

"I'm just saying that she could use a paint touch up, that's all."

"She looks fine to me," Woody stated firmly. "End of conversation!" Woody didn't like the way Pete was talking about Jessie. "I've got to go and apologize to Bullseye now."

Bullseye saw Woody coming over to him. Woody noted that the toy horse looked happy but, yet, a little scared at the same time. This made Woody feel awful.

"Look," Woody began, lightly petting Bullseye on his head. "I'm sorry for yelling at you last night and for calling you those things. You're not a no good, dirty horse. You're a good, nice horse. You're probably the best horse a cowpoke could ever want." Woody meant what he said. Even when he had yelled at Bullseye last night there had been a voice in the back of his mind which had told him that he ought to not be acting like that. But he had just been so angry though.

Bullseye could tell that Woody truly meant what he had said and it filled the toy horse with happiness. He pounced on Woody, knocking him down, and began to lick him. Woody laughed as it tickled him.

Pete smiled at the scene. He was truly glad that Woody and Bullseye had made up. All that was missing now was Jessie. Where was she anyway? Pete couldn't help but wonder. She wasn't in her display case or on the shelf. He hoped she hadn't gotten too mad at Woody and left since he knew that Woody would go after her.

Woody also began to wonder where Jessie was too; he knew that Jessie would have joined in with the fun he was having with Bullseye.

"Jess?" Woody called, only to receive no answer. "Hey Pete? You see Jessie anywhere?"

"No," Pete called back.

Woody sighed as he sat up. Maybe Jessie was angrier with him than he had originally thought, meaning that she was hiding from him?

"Come on Bullseye, let's go look for Jessie," Woody told him. Now with his arm ripped off, he was going to need Bullseye's help getting down. Bullseye got off him and, before Woody even had a chance to stand up, Bullseye was already underneath him. As Bullseye prepared himself to jump off the shelf, Woody caught a glimpse of his reflection on the display case and shuddered. He looked hideous with just the one arm. Maybe this was why Jessie wasn't anywhere to be seen; maybe she didn't want to look at him?

He and Bullseye found her in the kitchen area of Al's apartment. She was trying to open one of the kitchen draws but wasn't having any luck.

"Hey Jess," Woody murmured softly. It was always so hard talking to her after a fight; never knowing what was on her mind and how she felt about him during the moments he hated. "What're ya doing?"

"Hey," Jessie greeted softly in return as she turned to face him. She seemed so sad and, without thinking, Woody jumped off Bullseye and ran to her, taking her into his arm. Jessie returned the hug not wanting to let him go. The anger they felt from last night's fight had left them, leaving behind a trail of a distant memory.

"I was looking for a needle and some thread," She told him.

"Why?" Woody asked.

"So I could sew your arm back on for you. Oh Woody, I'm so sorry!" Jessie suddenly uttered. "I didn't mean to do it!" Jessie stammered anxiously, hugging him tighter. "It really was an accident. You know I'd never do anything to purposely damage you!"

It filled him with joy to know that Jessie wanted to fix him. He wasn't sure why it made him so happy, but it did. She wanted to make him better - wanted to take care of him. Like in the old western movies they loved where the hero gets hurt and his girl nurses him back to health.

"Shh," Woody soothed, realizing how much mental pain Jessie was going through over what had happened. "It's okay."

"No, it's not okay until I make you okay," Jessie told him. "I broke you for crying out loud! How can it be okay?"

"Al called someone who's going to come over and fix me. And I know you didn't mean to it Jess," Woody told her. "I'm sorry too for the way I acted last night and for what I said. I even made up with Bullseye."

"Really?" Jessie asked, brightening up a little bit. Both Woody and Bullseye nodded a yes. "That makes me so happy," Jessie admitted honestly, hugging Woody tighter.

Bullseye was happy that Woody and Jessie were making up and he was also glad that they were more then friends. And, because of this, he just knew that things would be more fun.

Woody and Jessie spent the rest of the day cuddling and watching Woody's Round Up episodes again. They couldn't help but be left fascinated by the TV show. They were both back in their spots by the time Al came home. Al hadn't come home alone though. There was a man with him and it looked like he was holding a large, professional make up case.

The make up case was actually a doll restorer case. It even had a little chair for the doll to sit in.

"Ladies first," The doll restorer said, picking up Jessie. He un-braided her hair before checking for missing hair plugs and then, seeing that there weren't any missing, he re-braided her hair so tight that Jessie had to hold back a gasp. Next, he began to touch her face up. Jessie could only hope that she didn't end up looking like a clown when he was done. After this, he then painted over Andy's name on her boot.

Woody didn't get to look at her due to the fact that he was picked up as soon as Jessie was put down on the shelf to dry. The first thing the doll restorer did to Woody was sew his arm back on. It felt so good for Woody to have two arms again. Next, his face was touched up.

"Hmm," The doll restorer began to murmur "Both dolls have a lot of worn paint on their lips. I wonder how that could have happened."

It took all of Woody's inner strength to not smile wider as he thought of how he and Jessie had worn the paint on their lips. Once Woody's face was done, the bottom of his boot was painted too.

When Al had gone to bed for the night, Woody and Jessie were finally able to get a good look at each other. They were both speechless. Woody had always known that Jessie had been beautiful; but now, with the moonlight shining of her face which was now painted in the way it had been when her box had been opened, her beauty was enhanced. A soft, rosy pink blush graced her cheeks, her freckles were more defined in a dainty way and there were now a few more there that Woody didn't remember seeing previously. He wanted to kiss each and every one of her freckles. Her lips were painted kissable peach with a hint of pink.

Woody had always been a handsome toy; but, with the paint on his face showing in the way it did when he had been new, Jessie couldn't help but think that he truly did look like a combo of John Wayne and James Stewart. His hairline had been lowered slightly and the color of his bangs had been darkened to make it look like they curled softly. Jessie wished Woody had rooted hair so she could run her fingers through it. His cheeks had been given a slight color to them, but the shade would be barely noticeable unless you had been looking real good at him which Jessie had been and his lips were painted a little darker than the rest of the plastic flesh on his face.

They sighed lovingly at each other each feeling almost shy, unaware of how they looked to one another. Without realizing it, they both had been slowly creeping towards one another until the space between was no more. They suddenly found themselves kissing each other, forgetting that they should be trying to find a way to leave Al's apartment.

A/N I've finally updated. A/N