Sorry this took so long guys. I had to laugh at the one reviewer who thought I wasn't updating cause I had a life… that's far far from it ^_~
I wasn't really suffering writer's block per say. It was more like I had too many ideas and haven't been able to get anything out because of backlog. Hopefully this makes up for it a bit.

Title: Confessions
Summary: Buzz and Jessie finally talk about their feelings for each other
Characters/Pairings: Jessie/Buzz (natch)
Notes: I've been wanting to do this story for a while (as it seems has everyone and their mother here on this site and beyond). Another excuse to write Jessie Buzz fluff, but that's what I do :P I challenged myself with this one a bit though and tried to do the whole thing from 3rd person Buzz's point of view. That space ranger's a hard one to pin down (he's so logical where as Jessie, who I usually write, is so passionate… the latter much easier for me to write) but I think I'm reasonably happy with it. Of course let me know what you think :)

As the early afternoon made its way across the carpet in the living room of the Anderson's house, a lone space toy made his way down the staircase. Buzz Lightyear wandered into the living room, checking the area for any sign of Jessie. It had been a good ten minutes since Woody had come to him inquiring about the cowgirl's whereabouts and he had been searching since then. The upper floor had been cleared and now the search had taken him downstairs. Bonnie and her family were out- as they usually were this time of day- so the toys had free reign of the house and it made it that much easier to explore.

It wasn't like Jessie to just disappear like this, especially without telling anyone where she was going. Buzz tried not to let it bother him too badly. Once he found her he was sure she'd have a good explanation for her departure.

His initial scan of the room showed no sign of the elusive cowgirl until he took a second look at the couch. Just over the top of the back he saw the smallest sliver of a familiar red hat sticking up over the navy blue material. Buzz hurried over to the side of the couch and stood just under the arm. He could see the very edge of her brown boots sticking off the side, only the letters "N" and "Y" showing on the right one. There she was. "Hey there, cowgirl," he said in a playful tone.

Jessie's face was suddenly looking down at him over he knees and a smile spread across her face. "Well howdy Space Ranger."

Buzz looked down at the ground and kicked absently at the carpet before looking back up at her. "Mind if I join you up there?"

She nodded and jerked her head back as an indication for him to make his way up. Buzz didn't need anything else, he quickly jogged around the couch, hopping up onto the coffee table and flipping over onto the cushions. He pulled himself up the arm and stood beside her taking note of the changed expression on her face that was calling him a showoff without any words.

Buzz gave her a half smile and sat down in the empty space beside her. "So, uh, are you- Are you all right?" Buzz stopped himself, smiling at the fact that he had barely tripped over his words. He was getting much better about that lately.

Jessie flashed him a large grin, "Course I am. Why'd ya ask?"

"You uh, well you disappeared and you usually only sit like that when something's distressing you."

Looking down, as if she'd only just realized she was clutching her knees to her chest, Jessie quickly moved them and let them dangle off the arm of the couch. She let out a small laugh. "You noticed that, huh? I promise I was just sitting like that cause it was comfortable. If I was upset I'd be pulling my hair out of my head." She indicated by performing the particular action and messing with the end of her red yarn braid.

"I noticed that too," Buzz said quietly.

Before the silence between them could get too awkward, Jessie spoke, "Are you doing okay?"

He looked at her sideways, "What do you mean?"

"It's just, we've all been through a lot recently, to say the least. Seems like everyone's been so worried about Woody and how he's doing- as well they should be- but the rest of us had to move on too." She wasn't looking at Buzz anymore. Her stare was a hundred miles away like it had been when he showed up. He watched her and listened intently as she spoke, knowing she hardly got into these kinds of deep conversations with anyone. "We all lost Andy. Buzz, I saw your face when you thought he was throwing us away. Andy was your first kid; he was your only kid. That's not an easy thing to deal with and you haven't said a thing."

Buzz straightened up, wanting to choose his words carefully. "It's been… difficult". At the same time, he wanted to tell her everything. Tell her about how bad it hurt to have not been chosen, how hard it had been to decide on Sunnyside, how much he missed Andy, even right now. He decided to settle somewhere in the middle "You're right, Andy's the only owner I've ever known. But when I said at Sunnyside that our mission with him was complete, I meant it. I can't help but to be logical about it, it's how I'm programmed. Andy didn't need us anymore and we had to accept that. It hurts but considering the alternatives," he shuddered recalling their trip to the dump, "I'm happy with how things turned out. Honestly, that was why I was worried about you too."

Jessie waved a hand at him dismissively, "Are you kidding me? I've been through this sort of thing three times now. I'm an old pro." Buzz shot her a serious look seeing through her fake tough exterior and she cracked almost instantly. She pulled one of her legs back up close to her, resting her hands on her knee. "I'd be lying if I said it wasn't hard, but like you said, considering the alternative…" He watched her shudder, obviously imagining the same thing he had. "Part of me, a small part of me, still loves Emily, probably always will. And Andy! I'll always be grateful to him for everything. Bonnie's already A-mazing! It's impossible not to be happy with her and I wouldn't trade her for the world. And this time is so different! I have a family here- one that cares about me and sticks together no matter what. I'm lucky! Most toys my age don't get a second chance, let alone a third! Plus I get to share it with all of you guys." She was beaming again and Buzz felt his stomach tighten. He never wanted her to lose that smile.

"Then why exactly are you out here… alone?"

Jessie's smile turned sheepish and she rubbed at the back of her neck as if she'd been caught. "Everyone's great and all- don't get me wrong- but with so many toys, I don't know. It's hard to find anywhere to be alone. I just needed some time away to hear myself think, ya know?"

Buzz felt stupid. He had gone to all the work of seeking her out when all she really wanted was to be alone. "And here I am interrupting that," he said, starting to stand up.

Suddenly Jessie's hands were on his arm hindering his retreat. "Don't be silly," she said. "I like having you here."

Buzz looked down at her hands and he felt an all too familiar blush creep up his face. No, he wasn't going to let himself get flustered this time. They'd come so far. "I," he stuttered. Why was this always so hard? He was confident in everything else he did. Why did that just fly out the window when she was around? "Uh- that is."

Jessie let go of his arm and he had to stop himself from reaching back out to her. A small frown etched itself onto her face and her eyebrow rose. "Well that lasted longer than I thought it would."

"What?" he blinked.

With a sigh she replied, "You not stuttering while we talked. I wasn't keeping track, but I'm pretty sure that was a record."

"I, uh, I guess I do do that," he chuckled but noted that the seriousness didn't leave her face. He added quietly, "I didn't think you caught on to that."

Jessie threw her hands up at him, startling the Space Ranger. "Oh come on, Buzz! Give me a little credit. Heck, if you knew how many bets I won with Woody over it... not to mention the wing popping thing…" She was staring far away again, this time smiling at a memory he couldn't see. However, the day Woody had walked into Andy's room wearing one of Barbie's fairy princess outfits complete with tiara and wings refusing to talk about it while Jessie howled with laughter suddenly made a lot more sense to Buzz. Before he could dwell on it further Jessie was addressing at him, "Am I really that scary?"

"No, of course you're not," he said firmly, amazed his voice came out so sure. Maybe he could make it through this. "It's just- I guess it comes down to my internal programming. I may not be a real Space Ranger but I still have all that protocol up here." He tapped at his head and laughed nervously. "I guess it leaves no room for rom- for interpersonal relationships." She didn't look at him, considering his words or maybe not buying them. Buzz wasn't even sure he knew or believed what he was saying.

Jessie turned to him suddenly, her eyes searching for something in his features but only finding modest confusion. She pursed her lips, opened her mouth to say something then changed her mind, looking away. Letting out a sigh she eventually looked back at him but her expression had changed. There was concern where there had been hope only a moment ago. "Can I ask you another question?" she finally said. Buzz nodded. "I know you were kind of… out of it when we were- when we all were at Sunnyside, but how much of it do you really remember?"

"Not much," Buzz admitted with a sigh. It had been troubling him for a while now how little he remembered from such a large event in their lives. It wasn't his fault but it was still frustrating. "I remember everything up until going to talk to Lotso. I clearly remember them threatening to reprogram me and yelling for help and then I woke up in the garbage truck with all of you."

"Oh…" Jessie said, casting her eyes down at her hands as she fiddled with them in her lap. Her voice was small as if all the hope had been deflated out of it.

Buzz didn't much care to see her like that, so he continued, "But there are other parts I can barely make out- like left over pieces of a dream or something." She looked back at him, green eyes big. And beautiful the voice inside him said but he quickly silenced it. "I know I honestly thought I was back at Star Command and that you all were Zurg's minions. Deep down though, I was struggling, trying to stop myself from treating you all like that. And then there was that Spanish thing." He hung his head in shame and caught Jessie covering up her laughter out of the corner of his eye. "Again, I don't know exactly what I did but I remember thinking I was making a fool out of myself."

Jessie snickered making him feel even smaller. "You weren't a fool just… a little over the top."

"Or out of my mind." Buzz took a deep breath, still not ready to say what came next but knowing he had to, "But you know the one thing that I really remember from all of it?" she shook her head. "I remember you."

"Me?" she asked, taken aback.

Buzz nodded, "When I was struggling against myself, it was because you swore we were friends. When I was Spanish all I wanted to do was protect you…" He looked up at her and instantly looked away. If he fell into those emerald eyes again he would never get the words out. Even just the glimpse had made the lump rise in his throat again. He sighed heavily. "Craters," he swore, mostly to himself, "Maybe you should just switch me to Spanish mode. I seem to be able to actually get through a fell sentence that way."

"That's not the point at all Buzz," she said grabbing his hand. Buzz's head shot up and this time he was unable to escape her pleading eyes. "I don't know that Buzz. I mean he was fun and all and he's part of you, but you're my friend, you're the Buzz I know." She moved her free hand and placed it on his cheek. "You're the one I need to hear this from."

Buzz closed his eyes momentarily, reveling in the simple gesture and attempting to collect himself. Eyes open he reached for her hand and pulled it back down to the other so he could hold both her hands in his. With a gulp, he proceeded, unsure how he was speaking or where the words were coming from. "Jessie, I'm sorry," she started to protest but he gave her a look that begged her to let him finish and she stayed silent. "I'm sorry for a lot of things, really, but mostly, I'm sorry for all the time I've wasted. I've admired you since the day I met you and over the years I've seen what a self-assured, free-spirited, and remarkable toy you truly are. I love that about you. I love you, Jessie." Buzz almost gasped after the words left his mouth. Had he really said that? Jessie was looking down at their hands and she wasn't reacting. Why wasn't she reacting?

As Buzz started to panic, Jessie slowly lifted her head. Her eyes were still bright and they were sparkling, she was smiling a terribly shy smile. "Silly space toy," she said softly. Before Buzz could react she had practically leapt on him nearly knocking him off the couch. The attack was far from violent however as she threw her arms around him and kissed him hard on the lips. Buzz blinked in surprise but soon succumbed to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer.

Jessie finally broke away, flushed and breathing heavier. "Why didn't you just say something sooner?" she laughed, lightly slapping his arm.

Buzz raised an eyebrow at her. "I'm not the only one who didn't say anything. And you know I'd still feel a lot better right now if you said it back." The kiss had been more than enough of a positive response but he couldn't help but need to hear her say it too.

"I love you Buzz Lightyear," she said with a smirk as if she liked the way the words sounded. She kissed him again and then again and again adding "I love you I love you I love you!" between each kiss.

Jessie's enthusiasm eventually ebbed and she shifted her position on the couch so she could lay her head on Buzz's chest. He rested one hand on her back and took her free hand in the other. The two toys sat in the comfortable silence of the living room, knowing that moments like this would be rare. Buzz didn't really care though. They could be in a room of one or one thousand toys and she would still only ever be the one that mattered.