Hey, what do you know? I'm actually updating...again! This is like...breaking news! :P Anyway, this story is fun to write. I'm glad I finally had a chance to post Chapter 4. Read, enjoy, and let me know what you think! :)

As soon as the basket carrying Buzz had reached the top of the roof, he jumped out and literally tackled Woody to the floor. Woody screamed as Buzz menacingly threatened him and cursed him. Hamm, Slinky, and Rex tried to break up the fight, but it was pointless. Buzz simply brushed them away, and none of the toys dared to be the new target for Buzz's sudden anger. Jessie incoherently mumbled something, which caused Buzz to throw Woody down to the ground and come immediately to her side.

"Do you need something?" he quickly asked. If there was anything he could do for her, he'd do it in a heartbeat. "Just tell me," he almost begged, his nerves getting the best of him. "What do you want to say?"

She looked up at him, her body looking useless and fragile as she laid on the shingles of the roof. She slowly blinked and began to bite her lip. Before she could even have the chance to open her mouth to speak, Bo cried out, "Why aren't you bringing the poor thing inside? Come in and we'll make her comfortable!"

Buzz looked to Bo and nodded. He carefully picked Jessie up and carried her inside, the other toys followed except Woody. Buzz placed her down atop Andy's bed and gently let her head rest on the giant pillow.

"Buzz," she quietly said. "Don't beat Woody up…"

"What?" he asked, not understanding why she was talking about Woody.

"Because…" she began, but then she closed her mouth, unable to finish. She shut her eyes and refused to speak when Buzz plead that she tell him why Woody should still live. Buzz gave up as he saw that she wouldn't budge. As much as he loved that she was firm in her decisions, he really wished he could sway her mind and have her tell him just what she meant. Someone doesn't just fall out the window like that. Buzz, deciding to do something completely out of his comfort zone, was desperate, and this was the only thing he could think of to possibly get her to talk. He slowly reached out his shaking arm and gently began to stroke her cheek. Jessie's eyes quickly popped open and her mouth formed a small "o" in surprise. Her eyes darted to Buzz's hand on her cheek, and she slowly reached up to grab it. Buzz, expecting Jessie to somehow use whatever strength she might have to throw him off of the bed, did something even more unexpected. Instead of being repulsed or tearing his hand from her cheek, she gently wrapped her fingers around his plastic hand. She closed her eyes and smiled as if she were content. Buzz was beyond confused.

"Jessie?" he whispered, torn between leaving her alone and making sure she was in her right state of mind.

She opened one eye. "Hmm?" She was still smiling a silly smile that Buzz oddly enough enjoyed. He had never seen her smile like this before, and Buzz found himself beginning to smile back at her though he didn't think there was anything funny about what she was doing.

"Do you…do you know what you're doing?"

"Know what I'm doing?" she mumbled, both eyes opening and looking up into his deep blue ones.

"You're…you're holding my…hand," he stated, ready to pull it away.

She closed both eyes and continued to smile. "I'm glad you noticed," she seemed to laugh at him. "Do you know what you're doing?"

Buzz's mind was swimming with a bunch of possibilities. The first was that she was delusional; she didn't know what she was doing, that was obvious. He tried to pull his hand away, but for some strange reason, his arm would not cooperate. It felt as if his hand was glued to her face, and he began to sweat. What if someone saw this? What would they think? Rumors would spread like wildfire, and she was sure to kick his butt later when she found out what she had unknowingly done.

He finally mustered up all of the courage he had to pull his hand away. Jessie's hand weakly fell to her side, and Buzz could have sworn both corners of her lips turned downward by the tiniest bit. He thought of saying something, but he couldn't think of anything intelligent enough or helpful enough to say. Besides, he had something much more important he had to do. He had to find her leg.

He quickly slid off of the bed and headed towards where Bo, the Potatoheads, Rex, Slinky, and Hamm were all congregated. Bo noticed Buzz heading towards them first. "How is she?" Bo asked as she scrutinized him. Buzz just shook his head. Bo, who looked ready to ask more questions, simply looked down at the ground. Slink spoke up next. "Buzz, you've got to talk to Woody. Something's wrong."

Buzz's anger began to overtake him again, but then he remembered what Jessie had said. He slowly counted to ten in his head and decided to ask, "What's wrong?"

"He won't come inside, no matter how much we beg and plead that he does," Rex whimpered. Buzz looked to the toy dinosaur. He was visibly trembling, and his hands were nervously twitching. Buzz sighed. "Do you want me to talk to him?"

"If you could," Mrs. Potatohead piped in. "Even Bo can't call him in."

Buzz turned to look at the porcelain doll. She looked defeated, and Buzz couldn't stand to see defeat in anyone's faces ever again. Without another word, he hopped onto the windowsill and hurried outside to talk to the lone cowboy doll.

Woody was sitting down on the shingles, but there was something different about him. Buzz felt it in the atmosphere that seemed to cling to Woody, and there was something wrong. Why couldn't Buzz just figure it out already? What was so wrong? Why was nothing making sense? Why did he have so many questions? Would he ever be able to find the answer to any of them?

Woody spoke. "I'm so sorry."

Buzz didn't know whether the cowboy was talking to him or not, so he continued forward in silence. He was going to find out the whole story now, no matter what happened. He'd wring it out of him if he had to.

Woody turned to face Buzz before he could reach him. "I'm so sorry," he repeated again.

"What exactly happened?" Buzz whispered. "How did she just…fall out?"

Woody shook his head and nervously began to rock back and forth muttering, "She's going to kill me."

"What did you say?" Buzz questioned. "Speak up, Woody. For crying out loud, speak up!"

"She's going to kill me!" Woody yelled, and with that, tears freely spilled from the now frail sheriff. Buzz openly gawked at what he was now seeing. In all the years he had known Woody, he had never seen him shed one tear before. Something was seriously wrong.

"What happened? Tell me Woody, and I promise she won't kill you."

Woody stifled his emotions and began in barely an audible whisper. "We were planning on pulling a prank on you."

Before he could even finish, Buzz jumped to conclusions. "What is wrong with you?" he screamed. "What kind of sick joke is this?" Buzz quickly leapt on top of Woody, completely disregarding what Jessie had said to him.

"Wait!" Woody yelled. "The prank backfired…I'll explain…let go…" Woody gasped as Buzz strangled him. Buzz slowly let go, interested in what Woody meant by the prank had backfired.

Woody took a moment to catch his breath, but he soon began again. "Jessie and I were planning on pulling a prank on you in the hopes that we could lighten you up a bit."

"What do you mean lighten-?" Buzz began to ask, but Woody held up his hand to silence him.

"You've not really been yourself since Jessie got here," Woody began again. Buzz, who was about to complain, was hushed yet again. "I know your secret space ranger." Woody winked at his best friend.

"What secret?" Buzz asked, praying that Woody really didn't know.

"Well, it's not really a secret to anyone," Woody laughed.

"What?"

"Everyone but Jessie knows it," Woody smiled.

Buzz mentally cursed each and every one of Andy's toys. "How?"

"It's not very hard to tell."

"What have I done to…?" But Buzz couldn't finish.

"You're always nervous around her, you're consistently making up excuses to get away from her, and whenever you try and talk to her, it comes out a complete mess," Woody said. "She likes that about you," he winked.

"What? She talks about me to you?" Buzz asked, remembering that he still needed to find out the whole story.

"She has before. I think she wants to know the reason why Mr. Spaceman is so shy around her. She is pretty oblivious, just like you." Woody pointed right Buzz's chest.

"Enough!" Buzz shouted. "I don't want to talk about this anymore. You still haven't told me what really happened."

Woody sighed. "Fine. We were trying to lighten you up, and I came up with a really good prank. We were going to have her pretend that she was terrified of heights, and she was going to stand on the roof and cry for help. You were supposed to go out and help her because I would beg you to do it, and then I would shut and lock the window, leaving the two of you out there together for a bit. Jessie was more than willing to do it, but she was concerned that maybe you'd become extremely angry if you found out that she didn't need to be rescued and that I had locked you out for a bit. I didn't tell her this, but I thought maybe you two could talk—like really talk this time. I thought it might help."

Buzz looked at the cowboy with no clue as to what to say now. He simply stared at his friend as he fixed his hat.

"The trick backfired when she climbed out onto the roof and lost her footing. The next thing I knew I saw her tumbling to the ground, and I couldn't believe what had just happened. I was stunned, and now I feel dreadful that she's hurt. She's seriously going to kill me," Woody groaned as he looked as if he was about to cry again. "Has she talked to you?"

Buzz nodded, beginning to regain the ability to speak. "She told me not to beat you up."

Woody sighed in relief. "She must not be angry then…or at least…she's not that angry."

"We've got to find her leg," Buzz muttered. "Can we assemble a search party?"

"You've got it," Woody nodded. "I'll go organize one right now." Woody grabbed Buzz by the arm. "Thanks for hearing me out. I didn't mean for this whole mess to happen; I just wanted to give you two some time to talk."

Buzz nodded. He didn't want to talk about it anymore. All he wanted to do was help Jessie, and right now, finding her leg was what needed to be done.

Can anyone guess what will possibly happen now?