A Toys Intuition

Chapter3

Game Plan

Woody finished up the meeting fairly quickly after that. Woody silently left after that. Buzz watched as he walked off. Worry settling into him as his friend seemed so distraught in his own blank way. He had seen it before, that blank look, twice before. When they were stuck in Sid's house with no way out and when he truly thought his life would end. There will be panic and desperation always…but after all of that…it's the blank look. The one where he truly thought there was nothing left. He knew this look wasn't in retrospect of Andy (no way would Woody ever so easily give up on Andy), it was the other owner he mentioned, Andy's father. An owner that there was nothing he could do to help.

Buzz hesitantly followed after his friend to find him sitting against the back of the bed. His knees pulled up to his chest hands put up to his face. Buzz walked up, the ever so silent space ranger. He was hesitant, not wanting to startle his friend or cause his anymore distress than he already had. "Woody?"

Woody didn't even open his eyes. He didn't move, didn't even seem to realize he was there. "Woody? Are you okay?" He sat down next to his friend, desperately trying to give him the comfort of something he really had no clue about, Andy was his first owner and as he was still quite young he had never had an owner die on him, he didn't even know how Andy's dad died.

"Wo-

"No."

"What?" Buzz had heard him and in all honesty sort of understood what he was answering, but couldn't shake the fact that Woody had just spoken after five minutes of silence.

"I said no, I'm not alright, there is no possible way that this situation could ever be alright…I forgot, how could I have forgot. It's been so long. I can't believe I forgot…" Buzz frowned at this. Not able to keep up with what he was saying.

"I don't understand. What did you forget?" Woody's frown became more apparent as he opened his eyes. Finally looking at Buzz, for the first time during this entire conversation.

"I forgot about Dillan, Something I promise myself and him I would never do! I-I I just can't do this right now. I can't think about him, it's not going to help Andy!" While his voice only rose slightly it was the pure frustration that startled Buzz.

"Woody I don't think you forgot, I think you just don't think about it every day, that's normal, healthy even. It wouldn't be healthy to think about your d- old owner and the sad things that happen." Buzz felt an intense fear at Woody's reaction as he almost used the word 'dead' a word that Woody was clearly not ready to associate with his past owner. Woody looked at him seemingly noticing the slip up, but choosing to do nothing more than stare before looking away once again.

"Sorry." Buzz said quietly. Woody shrugged not looking back up.

"You're not wrong, you have nothing to apologize for. You are wrong though. I'm a bad friend, a bad toy, and a bad protector. I was supposed to be there for him…for Dillan and I couldn't…I couldn't stop what happened. I didn't even know what was wrong for the longest time!" There was more silence as Buzz didn't know what to say. Woody was clearly not going to see any sense, he couldn't make him understand if he wasn't even ready to listen. So, Buzz decided he was the one who would listen instead. Woody continued after a lot longer of a silence.

"Did I ever tell you how he died?" Buzz shook his head looking to his friend once more.

"Until today I didn't know you had another owner." Woody nodded looking solemn once again.

"It's been a long night. I can't even remember saying his name. His name was Dillan. Slinky and I actually were both there. He found me and a store when he was five, He brought me home and there I met Slinky. Slinky was a hand-me-down from Dillan's great grandfather. We were inseparable the three of us. Dillan loved us the same was Andy does now. He taught him well. Dillan kept us with him. He never got rid of us. The rest of the others he gave away, but he kept Slinky and I." Woody looked up to see Buzz looking upset. "No no it wasn't like that. The other toys were personally delivered to children who were in recovery at hospitals. Dillan knew that children who were sick would appreciate toys better than kids who had nothing to lose. He made sure each one was taken care of and even kept in contact with the kids he gave them away to. They were always well taken care of.

Dillan kept us because he was closest to us. We were there when he got married, when Andy was born and all the way up until…" Woody cleared his throat clearly still not wanting to admit to the fate of his much-loved owner.

"When Andy was three Dillan had just turned 28. He was a lawyer and doing quite well. He made sure to take care of his family and did a great job. Like really great Buzz. He was the best. But then he got sick…real sick. Cancer, really odd considering that he gave all those toys away to kids with cancer. Almost like it was being given back to him or something. I don't know. He was fine at first and then he started to get weaker and weaker and weaker until he just…died. He died..he died…he died!" It was a chant and Buzz held him close as Woody clung to him.

"Shah Woody, it will be alright. It will all be alright. I've got you. I've always got you."

Authors note: Hi so so sorry! Not dead…just so you know…not…dead. I know it's super duper late, but hey it's a pretty long chapter and I put this note at the end for those of you who didn't want to read it…you're so so welcome.