I don't own Toy Story. There are a little bit of Buzz and Jessie shots in here, but they're going to be small because this is still when they lived in Andy's house and this is when Jessie is still new to his room.

I started this a few years ago, thinking Jesse needed someone to talk to who could relate, a little.

Jessie sat by herself on Andy's window sill, hugging her knees. She was feeling depressed again, remembering the past, musing on the present, and worrying about the future. She was completely unaware that another doll in the room was noticing her. Mitsy the princess doll had been playing with her pal, Slinky and at the moment was looking for a different activity to do while Slinky decided to find R.C. She looked up and noticed the forlorn cowgirl up on the window. She cocked her head curiously.

Up on Andy's bed, Woody was showing Bo Peep all the neat tricks that Bullseye could do. She giggled at the happy, puppy-like horse. Mitsy appeared. "Hi, guys," She said.

"Hey, Little Bit," Woody smiled. Bullseye trotted to the princess, happily wagging his tail and licked her face, making her laugh. She scratched his head.

"What's the matter with Jessie?" Mitsy asked, pointing to the window. They glanced in that direction.

"Looks like she's feeling bad again," Woody sighed, and Bullseye's ears drooped.

"Oh," Mitsy said lowly. "I wish there was something we could do."

"Mitsy, why don't you go talk to her?" Bo Peep suggested.

"Me?" Mitsy looked up, bewildered. "Why me? What can I do?"

"Oh, just be a friend to her," Bo smiled. "Go on."

"Oh, okay..." the princess said uncertainly, and approached the sad cowgirl.

"Why did you tell Mitsy to do it?" Woody asked, confused.

Bo rolled her eyes and grinned. "Dear, have you forgotten?" She commented. "Mitsy has a past too, with some scars of her own. Remember the house-fire?"

"Oh, yeah," Woody nodded. "I see. But she wasn't forgotten and abandoned."

"That doesn't matter."

Mitsy walked closer to Jessie, but still hesitated. "What am I going to say?" She whispered to herself. She took a deep breath, and came up behind Jessie. "Uh, hello, Jessie," Mitsy said lowly.

Jessie slightly turned her head. "Oh, hello," she said.

"I...I hope I'm not bothering you."

"No. It's all right."

"Are you okay?" Mitsy came closer so she could see better. Jessie looked lonely and her eyes were filled with worry.

"No. I'm never okay for too long."

"What's wrong?" Mitsy touched her new friend's arm.

"I...I'm so afraid."

"Afraid of what?"

"So many things: the dark, being in storage, being sealed up, being left behind again...it's always the same things, but they frighten me so badly every time I'm near them again."

"Woody told us about your owner Emily and what happened. I'm really sorry about that, Jessie. I can't imagine it."

Jessie bit her lip. "I don't want to be put in a situation where I'll have to relive things that have hurt me!" She blurted, shivering. "And I'm always so afraid I will be!"

"That's okay, Jessie," Mitsy patted her arm reassuringly. "And...and I know what it's like to be afraid of something that hurt very much before, afraid it will happen again."

"How could you know?" Jessie asked flatly. "You've always had Molly to love you. You don't understand what it's like to be sealed in a box, in total darkness, wondering if you'll ever get out, and wondering if you'll ever see the light of day again! For years and years."

"I don't know what that part is like," Mitsy corrected her, "but I do know what it feels like to be near something familiar yet painful and want to be as far away from it as possible." Mitsy sat down against the other end of the window, facing Jessie. She didn't know what to say next.

After a few awkward moments of silence, she finally spoke up. "Andy's a good kid. He loves us."

"Emily loved me, but she still forgot me." Jessie said half sad and half angry. "And then she left me."

"I know. I lost my owner too."

Jessie's head perked up. She hadn't been at Andy's for a long time yet, and she didn't know about Mitsy's story. She looked curiously at the princess. "Did she grow up on you too?"

"No, she didn't." Mitsy shook her head.

"Did she forget you or give you away?"

"No," Mitsy said sadly, hanging her head. "None of those things."

Jessie was confused. "But you said that you lost her? How? What hap..."

Mitsy gulped. "She...she died."

Jessie's eyes widened. That was a totally unexpected answer! She gaped. "How?"

"She was killed...in a car accident. She was only 7-years-old!" Mitsy's voice cracked. Sure, she often spoke of the good memories with Maddie, but it had been a very long time since she'd talked about Maddie's death. Of all the different ways a toy could lose their child, death was a circumstance Jessie hadn't thought of. She was flabbergasted.

"That's terrible!" Jessie exclaimed. "I didn't know that. I'm very sorry. What was her name?"

"Maddie."

"You must miss her terribly."

"I sure do. But...but there's someone else I miss even more."

Jessie's eyebrows rose, surprised. The only one in the world she could imagine missing as much as Emily would be Bullseye. Well, now Woody too, and...and yes, she could admit it: Buzz. "You do? Who is that?" Jessie asked curiously.

"Jack," Mitsy whispered sadly.

"Who is he?"

"My friend," Mitsy simply stated, then she grew quiet. She had a sad, faraway look in her eyes that Jessie could understand herself, but hadn't read every page. Who was this Jack? A brother? Mitsy's boyfriend? Pet? What happened to him? Or had something happened to her? Had he broken the princess's heart but she still cared about him? So many questions going through the cowgirl's head that she wanted to know about, but the princess looked like she didn't want to talk anymore about it.

That's okay, I'll wait, Jessie thought. I know the feeling. After all, a broken relationship is not easy to speak of, and don't I know it!

The two dolls sat in silence again for some time, both lost in their own thoughts, memories, and questions. "We couldn't ask for a more caring kid than Andy," Mitsy said finally.

"Mmm." Jessie grunted. She liked Andy, she really did. And he was crazy about her and Bullseye. They had easily fit into the gang here. But...how long would it last? That was something she could never be sure of! The future was still so shaky.

Two girls with sad pasts. But I can honestly say that Jessie's story is so much worse, and more hurtful. Because Maddie didn't leave her toys of her own choice, and they knew that she still loved them.

What do you guys think?