*Hey all! This is a quick little one shot. A guest on one of my last stories asked for a Whump story about Woody highlighting the events of what happened during 'Toy Story that time forgot.'(Thank you for the idea, Crowley!) When I saw the comment however, I didn't know what the term whump meant. I found out it was a term used to describe a situation where a character is hurt, either physically or emotionally. I am going to try and do the emotional side of what Woody felt after the play date. Hope you guys like it! *

It was quiet night in the Anderson house. Snow was falling softly outside, but inside, no creature was stirring except for one lone cowboy. Woody was lying under the Christmas tree, looking at the lights. His friends were fast asleep, but Woody couldn't sleep. Too many thoughts have been floating around since the playdate at Mason's. Some of which were affecting him emotionally. He sighed softly and closed his eyes, letting the flashes of yesterday come back.

Being taken prisoner

Waiting in a small makeshift cell

Being thrown into the arena

Fighting with Reptillus

Being swallowed by the Galithon

Almost being dropped into the vent

Woody hissed and cringed at that last one. Thinking of that one reminded him of the incinerator, where he and his family were almost burned to a crisp. Had the battlesaurs actually dropped them in, they would have been shred to pieces. It was a close call and Woody mentally thanked Bonnie and Mason for coming into the room to play with them. But then, Woody thought back to the battle and something inside him ached. He barley fought, but was the one that was jabbed at and tossed around the most. Buzz had been the one to really fight against Reptillus. Did that make him weak? His thoughts were interrupted when he heard footsteps walking toward him.

"I'd thought I'd find you here." Buzz said, sitting down next to him. "Can't sleep?"

"No. You too?" Woody asked.

"Yeah, but I'm guessing your reason has something to do with what happened yesterday. Want to talk about it?"

"Not much to talk about, is there? New toys that didn't know they were toys tried to get rid of us. That about sums it up."

"There's more to it than that, Woody. Something else is going on in that head of yours. Come on, talk to me." Woody sighed but sat up. Bringing his knees to his chest, he kept his head down.

"If I ask you something, can you answer honestly?"

"Don't I always?"

"I'm serious, Buzz."

"Alright, alright. I promise."

"Do you…? Okay, how do I make this not sound weird? Would you…Would you say that I'm a strong person?" Buzz tilted his head, confused.

"Um, beg your pardon?"

"Do you think that I'm strong?" Buzz looked at Woody.

"You mean personality wise, because if so, you're strong in that sense." Woody glared at him and raised an eyebrow. Buzz looked at his friend again and it clicked. "Oh, you mean physically? Oh. Well…I mean…" Woody rolled his eyes, knowing very well was trying to fish for something to say. "Oh, come on, cowboy. I'm not going to lie to you. Why are you even asking me such a silly question?"

"Because Buzz, I'm not physically strong, at all."

"You're strong in other ways, Woody. Your strong enough to stand your ground and stand up for the people you care about."

"Oh yeah, that's all well and good, but that's not going to help me when another toy is charging toward me with a deadly weapon!" Buzz's face softened.

"Are you referring to what happened in the arena? Buddy, that wasn't even a real fight. It was more like a…like a scrimmage."

"It was real to the battlesaurs, Buzz. Reptillus was coming at me, jabbing a spiked sword at me! And I was avoiding it like a coward who can't fight to save his life!"

"Reptillus apologized for that before we left. And who cares if you can't fight? That doesn't mean you're a coward or not strong enough."

"What if you hadn't been there? Woody asked. If it had just been me up there by myself, Reptillus would've thrown me off the side and I would've been torn to shreds just like those other toys."

"To be fair, it was the first time you've ever fought. So, it's okay to not know what to do."

"And what about next time? What will happen then? I'll get annihilated! I am not a fighter, Buzz. And one of these days, someone is going to try and fight me, wanting to cause actual harm, and that is going to get me seriously hurt or killed." He stood up and climbed up to the window, looking out at the snow. Buzz looked up at him and suddenly his face lit up.

"What if I taught you how to fight?" He said, coming out from under the tree. Woody looked down at him.

"I'm sorry, what? You, want to teach me to fight?"

"You just said you're worried about a next time. So why not prepare for it? Who better to teach you than me?"

"Well actually, Jessie fights pretty well too. I mean she pinned me down the first time we met."

"Huh, I knew there was another reason I liked that girl." Woody stared at him. "Sorry, partner. Look, honestly, you are strong enough without hand-to-hand combat, Woody. I mean you stood up Sid, Stinky Pete, and Lotso. You take care of this family without using your fists. You don't need to know how to fight to fight back, partner. You already doing that just by doing what comes naturally to you." Woody thought about that for a minute and then smiled.

"Wow, thanks for that space ranger. However, just in the off chance that I…"

"Yes, I will still teach you a couple of self defense moves. Come on, it's late. Let's get some sleep." Buzz patted his friends back and started heading back upstairs. Woody looked at his friend walking away and felt a little bit better knowing that his friend had his back. He also knew that if anyone tried to mess with him again, he would be ready, thanks to good ole Buzz Lightyear.