Cuddly Toy

I don't own Toy Story or any of its characters. I do own any and all original characters.

Woody and Jessie did eventually reappear.

"What the…?" Woody pondered when he saw the bizarre scene before him.

"Woody, you've got to do something!" Bo cried throwing her arms around Woody's neck, making Woody stagger back.

"Jessie," Woody said. "Do something!"

"What?" Cried Bo.

"Me?" asked Jessie. "Why me?"

"She's your very best friend!"

"You're just afraid she'll make Big Sheba step on you," muttered Jessie.

"Woody isn't afraid of anything!" Bo said, trying to defend him.

"She'll be more careful with you," Woody said, ignoring Bo.

"Woody!" Bo yelled. "Buzz is in danger! He's your best friend! You're the leader!"

"I'm not the leader anymore!" Woody proclaimed, then breathed deeply. "Stop saying that before she makes the elephant step on me."

"The elephant has a name, you know," Jessie told him.

"What is wrong with you two?" Bo demanded. "Buzz needs help!"

"He's seems to be holding his own," Woody observed.

"You guys! What if Darla hurts him?" Bo said, clearly exasperated.

"You're right, Bo, Darla needs to calm down before things get out of hand. I might as well be the one," Jessie said, giving Woody a strange look.

Woody suddenly realized the position that he and Bo were in. He became anxious. What if Jessie thought he didn't want to help because he wanted to be in Bo's arms?!

"You know what?" Woody began. "There's safety in numbers. I'll go with you," He said, peeling Bo's arms off of him and taking Jessie's hand.

"Um, hey, Darla…what are you doing?" Jessie asked carefully.

Upon hearing Jessie's voice Spanish Buzz whirled around looking panicked.

"Mi flor del desierto!" He exclaimed. "Puedo explicar!"

"What wrong with him?" Woody asked as Darla and Big Sheba made a hasty exit.

"I don't think he knows that he and I aren't dating anymore. And why is he in his Spanish mode?" Jessie said.

"What!?" Woody exclaimed jealousy, taking over his common sense. Holding Jessie's hand firmly in his, he marched over to Spanish Buzz. "Listen here, mi amigo!" Woody said, poking Spanish Buzz in the chest. "Jessie is not your flor de desierto! She is my yellow rose of Texas!"

"We're from Texas?" Jessie said. "I thought our show took place in Arizona."

"She is my woman! Mine! She belongs to me. Do you understand?"

"I belong to you?" Jessie questioned, slightly annoyed.

Spanish Buzz looked blankly at Woody, not understanding what he was saying. To get his point across, Woody grabbed Jessie, pulled her into a dip and kissed her long and hard.

Well, so much for not kissing Jessie non-stop in front of Bo...

"He never kissed me like that!" Bo yelled, jealous and upset.

"First time he ever kissed me like that!" Jessie muttered dazed by the kiss.

"See?" Woody said to Spanish Buzz.

Spanish Buzz looked thoughtful before turning to Jessie,

"Usted y El Vaquero?"

"Si! He encontrado mi uno sólo verdadero amor," Jessie said, still dazed.

"Entiendo, tener buen cuidado de mi amigo," Spanish Buzz said to them. Suddenly, Spanish Buzz realized Darla had gone. "Mi amor! Debo la de bestia!" He cried, running off.

"What did you say to him?" Woody asked her. Jessie shook her head.

"Never mind what I said to him! I'm mad at you!"

"Me? What did I do?" Woody asked.

"Talking like you own me! I am not an object," Jessie told him.

"Well, you know, technically you are," Woody said digging a hole for himself. Jessie narrowed her eyes at him, not amused by his response. "And you are the object of my affections, Snuggle Bunny," He said weakly.

"You don't own me, Woody, I don't belong to you." Jessie told him, hands on her hips.

"You are my woman," Woody said, taking her hands in his. "And I think we belong together."

"Belonging to someone and belonging together are two different things," Jessie told him. "I'm going to go find Darla."

Once Jessie had walked away, Bo turned on Woody feeling hurt and angry.

"You never had a pet name for me!"

"I didn't?" Woody asked, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

"And didn't you ever once think that we belonged together?" She said, pleadingly.

"I…" Woody began unsure as to what to say, realizing that his behavior had hurt her deeply. "Bo, I'm sorry. I don't mean to hurt you, but I love Jessie and I want to be with her."

"Don't say that!" Bo cried. "Don't say those things! You're only going to end up with a broken heart! She's using you, Woody! I know she is!"

"Bo, you need to stop this!" Woody said, trying to keep his temper in check.

"But…" She began.

"I don't want to hear it," Woody said, walking away.

Bo put her hands over her face. No matter what she said, all she kept doing was pushing Woody away.

….

"You want to tell me what happened?" Jessie asked Darla. They were in the Big Top play-set. Darla was sitting on her swing hugging her knees.

"He," Darla began. "He-he tried to kiss my hand!"

Jessie forced herself not to roll her eyes. Darla had body image issues and possibly a fear of intimacy. Jessie didn't quite understand it, but she wasn't going to make fun of her.

"And that's bad because…?" She asked her.

"He could have gotten a paint smudge on my hand and then I'd be disfigured!"

"We could always wash it off," Jessie suggested.

"Not if it stained my vinyl!" Darla said, truly horrified.

"That's still no excuse to try and have Big Sheba kill him!" Jessie said.

"I wasn't trying to have Big Sheba kill him," Darla said with an air of indifference. "I was trying to get him back to his other self. At least then he knows not to invade my personal space."

"That's true," Jessie said. "His non-Spanish side is scared of you."

"As he should be," Darla said, sounding quite pleased.

"By the way," Jessie said. "How did Buzz's Spanish mode get activated in the first place?"

"That figurine did it," Darla said with distain.

"You mean Bo?" Jessie asked wide-eyed.

"Who else would I mean? Really, Jessie, keep up with things!"

Jessie rolled her eyes at Darla. Jessie knew from experience that it was pointless to get to mad at Darla since she didn't seem to understand that you were mad at her.

"Why would Bo do that?" Jessie asked, instead ignoring Darla's remark.

"It's part of her plot!" Darla said with conviction.

"What plot?"

"Her plot to dismember you! And then once you're out of the way, she'll compromise Woody in his moment of weakness and convince him to try and take over leadership with Buzz as their right hand henchman."

"Seriously Darla, seriously?" Asked Jessie. 'Where does she come up with these things?'

"Don't worry, I won't let her dismember you," Darla said cheerfully.

"Thank you," Jessie said. "Darla, do you really think Bo wants to get Woody back?"

"Yes," Darla told her. "She's obviously still in love with him."

"What makes you think that?" Jessie asked softly, feeling worried about her relationship with Woody.

"Because she has the same stupid look on her face when she sees Woody as you do when you see him too. And you are in love with him."

"Darla, not so loud!" Jessie said, worried that Woody might hear.

"What are you so worried about? You're dating him and, besides, he's in love with you too," Darla said in her offhanded way.

"Did he tell you that?"

"No, but it's written all over his face whenever he sees you. Which is everyday."

Jessie was silent. It was true - she was in love with Woody, but she hadn't told him yet. They had both agreed to take their relationship one step at a time. They didn't want to go too fast or too slow. Saying I love you to him after only dating him for a few months might be going too fast and, now that Bo was here, she wasn't sure if she should tell him yet. What if Woody thought she was only saying that because she was afraid of losing him to Bo? And was she? Darla thought Bo wanted Woody back, but Darla also would accuse the dolls of becoming vessels of the dead. Jessie shook her head. She was not going to become the jealous lover - that was Woody's job. She couldn't help smiling, remembering what had happened a little while ago. That kiss had been something else. She didn't know if Woody loved her, but after that display of jealousy and that kiss, he certainly didn't regret being with her.

"I think you should sit on him," Darla said.

"Woody?" Jessie questioned.

"Who else have we been talking about?"

"Who else? We've been talking about Buzz, Bo, and Woody!"

"Yes, in that order!" Darla said, getting annoyed with her.

Jessie couldn't take it anymore. Yes. Darla was her very best friend, but even she needed a break from her!

"I'm going to find Woody," Jessie said.

"Make sure to sit on him," Darla said as Jessie began to leave. "And don't tell anyone where I am."

When Jessie left the Big Top she bumped right into Woody who was standing right outside the entrance.

"I wasn't eavesdropping!" Woody quickly said. He had been and Jessie knew it, which meant he'd overheard Darla saying that Jessie was in love with him. Jessie would have been embarrassed if she hadn't remembered what Darla had said about Woody and seen the smile on his face.

Jessie put her hands on her hips and leaned close to Woody, her face inches from his and said.

"I may just be in love with you."

"Good," Woody replied. "Because I may just be in love with you."

Bo again watched them from across the room not hearing what they were saying. Why did they have to look so happy together? Why? She thought unhappily.

A/N Before anyone asks, I have no idea why Darla told Jessie to sit on Woody. A/N