Author Note: So I was going through some files the other day, and I came across this fiction again. The below chapter was mostly written, I just added the dialogue to flesh it out. Still a bit short but it's an update.

Then I looked through and noticed I havent written TS fics in several months...maybe I should get back on that!?

Anyway, enjoy :)

Chapter Eight – Found Out

It was so dark on the street outside the house, where the little girl that had taken Jessie for keeps lived. Buzz was therefore glad of his green glow, along with the solar powered garden lights dotted around the back lawn. Moving as stealthily as possible - so as to hide from anyone peeking out of the lower ground windows - he made it to the back porch.

The light from the top window was out, which was a good sign. Spotting the nearby drainpipe, Buzz started to climb. It felt forever until he reached the window where he had last seen his beloved cowgirl.

He wondered if she would even be there, now the older girl had fixed her up. He peeked through the glass, shielding his eyes, peering into the blackness. He spied the bed at last, and the girl from earlier lay under covers there, fast asleep. Her brown hair fanned out, covering the pillow, her breathing steady. At that point the wind blew slightly and Buzz was knocked off kilter a little, falling against the propped open side window. He now noticed it was wide open, granting him access to the room.

Hesitating again, he pushed aside the net curtain and placed one foot on the inner windowsill. Grasping the edge of the sash, he eased himself fully into the room. Blackness enveloped him until his soft green glow once again took over. From the window he dropped onto a nearby chair, then directly to the floor. He was working out where to start looking when the too familiar voice met his ears.

"Buzz?"

He glanced up to see Jessie, peering over at him from the top of the dresser. Joy flooded the spacetoy's heart as she scaled down the dresser to meet him, using the draw handles much like the rungs on a abseiler's wall.

She flung herself at him as he met her in the middle of the room, just shy of the bed. He held her, knocking off her hat as he stroked her hair, her face, tilting her chin up so he could kiss her fully on the lips.

She melted against him. Her Buzz had come to find her, her hero had wrapped his arms securely around her and she didn't feel afraid any longer. Then suddenly…

"Achoo!"

They broke apart and Jessie's head snapped round in the direction of the bed. The covers moved a little, a blanket sliding as the girl above them stirred restlessly. Thankfully after a few moments everything was still again, placing them out of danger.

"You're dusty," Jessie whispered, brushing herself off a little and glancing at Buzz. "You're making me sneeze."

"Sorry," Buzz whispered back. "I kind of forgot, what with everything else going on." He paused. "At least I found you before you got taken to Lizzie."

Jessie giggled. "Buzz. I'm with Lizzie." She quickly filled him in with what the Little Pony had told her, watching his face cloud with confusion.

"But she's…" Buzz motioned up to the bed, failing to find the words, "she's…"

"As old as Andy when he abandoned us. And a little older than Emily when she left me," Jessie guessed what he was thinking almost immediately.

"But she fixed you! We don't know anyone her age who would do such a thing for a neglected toy."

Jessie was silent for a moment. "Maybe she just loves toys."

"Children love toys, Jessie. This girl has to be close to a young woman!" Buzz was rapidly forgetting to keep his voice down by now.

Jessie cringed a little at his harsh words. "But she's been good to me Buzz. You should see the other toys here, there are a few she's donated over the years but her things are in lovely condition, almost pristine."

"And that doesn't worry you? It doesn't strike you as a little bit unusual?" Buzz snapped. "How do you know she isn't fixing you up to sell on?"

Jessie was gobsmacked, and about to retort when she was was cut off by something looming above them, and a female voice which spoke.

"So I'm stupidly tidy and I care about my things. What's the problem?"

Buzz and Jessie looked up and froze. For sitting up in bed, regarding them in discussion, was Lizzie herself.