I swear, everytime I get on the computer to do my homework all I do is write another chapter or a one-shot. Sorry for all the updates, I can be quite intrusive :-P. And, of course, to my supporters: you're all awesome. I feel like a movie star!

Grasping for air, Buzz ran out of the building to its side, meeting where the cowgirl was located. Her legs crossed over each other, resulting her in an Indian-style sitting position.

"Gosh, Buzz," she exclaimed, planting her feet on the ground to stand up, "What happened?" Without saying a word, Buzz pulled Jessie to the fidgeting horses and motioned her to get on Bullseye as he climbed on Buttercup.

"We need to get out of here," he finally managed to say. Abruptly, they heard gunshots and they turned to see it was an officer, racing over to the fleeing duo.

"Lets go! Ride like the wind Bullseye!" Jessie commanded, having the steed gallop off to the distance with Buzz following. She turned around and met her eyes with the cop's.

"What happened, Buzz?" screamed Jessie frantically, gaining some distance between them and the deputy.

"He's after us! Mayor Pete is after us!" Buzz notified.

"What did they do with Woody?" Buzz's face fell as he brought Buttercup to a halt.

"Buzz," she shrieked again, "What did they do to my brother?" Gunshots were heard again. They revved up their horses again to avoid the flying bullets. "Buzz, what are we gonna do?"

Suddenly, Buzz felt a powerful sting in his left arm. Then, the pain grew stronger. And stronger. Holding his wound with his right arm, he let out a blood-curdling cry. Scaring Buttercup with his shouting, the horse lost track of his direction and jarred his body around until the young man fell to the ground. Buzz started to push his body off the ground with his hands but then collapsed due to the severe tenderness in his arm. Breathing hard, he removed his right hand from his left shoulder, watching the crimson blood trickle from his fingertips.

An unfamiliar horse hoof stopped in front his face, inches away from his forehead. He looked up from the horse's black leg, revealing a policeman glaring down at him. His eyes narrowed, face tightening.

"Nah," he finally said, looking down to the helpless prey, "Better let the mayor take care of you." With that, he strode off in hopes of finding the fleeing female. Closing his eyes in prevention of dust particles flying from the horse's hooves into his eyes, he opened them and frowned.

"I let them down…" he muttered, thinking of the Prides.

The sun beaded down on him. He tried to figure out what to do until:

"Lightyear?" called out a female voice, "Edward Lightyear?"

Buzz's vision was in a haze as he turned his head to face the young, blonde woman. As the circles in his eyesight subsided, her face became more clear and recognition appeared as his expression on his visage.

"Barbra?" he muttered, squinting his eyes due to the shine of the sun.

"My word, Edward, what happened?" her eyes trailed to his wound which he quickly covered with his hand.

"I, uh got in a little tussle," he teased. She removed his hand a shrieked at the sight of his injury.

"Buzz!" she yelled using his nickname, ignoring the use of her previous formality, "We gotta get you home! Here," she directed, taking his left shoulder gently around her neck, "I'll help you up. I'll take you to my place."

"Thank you," Buzz said, uneasily pushing himself off the ground to a standing position.

"The whole town knew you were missing. We were trying to find you everywhere, Buzz," her vivacious voice told him, "I'm so happy to see you are…well, almost safe."

"I'll be fine," assured Buzz, keeping up the pace with the woman. "I've been meaning to speak with Ken."

"Oh yes!" she chirped. "He has some excellent clothing designs for you."

"I'm sure he does! He never disappoints me…."

Buzz, in hopes of disregarding the major pain in his shoulder, listened to the young female discuss about her husband's design plans during their journey to her residence.

"Give it up!" ordered the officer, trying to catch up with Jessie. Buttercup ran to Jessie's side without the heir to be in sight. Jessie's heart sunk as her eyes matched to the empty saddle.

"Oh no," she gasped. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the town shrink smaller and smaller with distance. Turning her head forward, the planes ahead of her expanded. "I only got one try at this…" Reaching for her gun at her hip, she vehemently pulled the strap attached to Bullseye's bit, causing for the horse to lift his body and balance on his hind legs. Subsequently, she aimed it at the cop and squeezed the trigger, her body jarring back after each shot.

"Quit it!" demanded the policeman, "You're under arrest!"

"Gotta catch me first!" she mocked with a smirk. Grabbing for Buttercup's strap, she gestured the two horses to run towards the maze field. The cop impulsively followed the redhead. But by time he reached the field, he lost the runaways and desperately searched for her through the towering plants.

"Alrighty, Buzz," Barbra uttered, holding a pair of tweezers, "Now hold still." Gently placing the tips at his wound, she carefully touched the edge of the bullet. Buzz groaned with pain.

"Oh man…" he grunted, readjusting his body on the couch he laid on, resting his palm on his forehead.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," she apologized, "Just hold still a little longer…" Suddenly, the door to the home opened, exposing a young, jubilant man.

"Hello honey!" he greeted. Walking over to give his wife a kiss, he noticed Buzz laying on the loveseat. "Barbie, what's going-"

"I found Mr. Lightyear here on the ground, bleeding from the shoulder," she explained, "I couldn't leave the poor thing on the dirt path." Buzz removed his hand from his face and gave him a weak wave.

"Oh it is you, Buzz!" the man exclaimed, giving him a sympathetic smile. "W-what happened? I-I mean, why did you get shot? Are you OK?"

Buzz blinked his eyes glumly. "The mayor is mad at me," he grumbled, "He's not a good person…"

"I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"Ken," interjected Barbie, "Just let him be. He's exhausted." Continuing her prior task, she reached the tweezers again to his gash. Delicately, she started to pull out the bullet, exposing the jagged parts of his flesh and letting the remainder of the oozing blood seep down his arm to the rags that were spread from underneath his body.

"That's…disgusting," blurted out Ken, "I'll be in the back room, organizing the fabrics from work. See you two later."

"Let me get something to wrap that up," Barbie hastily pronounced, watching a small pool of blood form in his wound. Leaving the room, Buzz extended his neck out to view the crib that was across from him. He heard a small yawn from the infant that resided between the blankets. Ever since they newly weds adopted this baby, nicknamed 'Big Baby', Buzz saw the happiness in their eyes. Barbie's face seemed to glow whenever she would see, talk, or even think about the baby, which seemed to be most of the time. Ken found himself guilty to the new parent phase as well. Buzz smiled to himself as he wondered how it would be like to experience the feeling of fatherhood.

"I'm back!" Barbie proclaimed, holding up white linen. "Good thing I nursed during the Battle of Bighorn. Now I know how to wrap you up right!" Kneeling down to his side, she took the cloth and layered it over his arm, swathing his shoulder after every enfold.

"It's mighty tight," Buzz noted, biting his lip after each tug she made in prevention of letting out a yelp at the tautness of his bandage.

"We don't want you to bleed any more now. So, tell me, what did happen?"

"Promise no judgment?"

Barbie showed a curious smile, tilting her head to the side. "I'll try my best."

"It was the afternoon, last afternoon to be exact, where I signed the contract with my father to have the business government-owned. I was then informed about the most wanted thieves around: the Pride siblings. Coincidently, I was captured by them during my time I was pinning their wanted posters around town. I was genuinely scared at first, but I found out about their background the night I spent over there. Their grandparents were very wealthy due to the Californian Gold Rush. Mayor Pete actually had an association with them. But one day, their gold was missing along with Pete. It was the same gold that was suppose to be inherited to their daughter, Bonnie. After horrible fight, the mayor went after Bonnie and her family so they had to escape. I made a promise to them I would talk things out with the mayor. Instead, he accused me of treason and arrested Woody, the brother. The sister, Jessie, and I escaped on her horses with a police officer chasing us. He shot me in the arm and I fell off."

"That's terrible," Barbie finally responded, bringing her hands to her mouth, "What are you going to do now?"

"I have no idea."

"I can't believe you spent the night there. How were they like?"

"Intimidating at first but…I can't help but feel sorry for them."

"Is it true that the sister looks like a man?" Buzz let out a small chuckle.

"Dresses like a man. She's quite attractive to be honest. Very pretty." He looked over to see a large, mischievous smile on Barbie's face. "What?" he asked.

"You know what, Edward Lightyear. I think I see a small infatuation in your eyes."

Raising his eyebrow, Buzz anxiously squirmed. "Y-you think so?"

"Why, Buzz, I never seen you blush so much in your life. I don't think I've even seen you blush before."

"I-I'm…blushing?"

"Look at you! You're like a small schoolboy." At that moment, the baby was heard crying and she ran over to comfort him. Relieved, Buzz let out a slow, eased breath from his lips.

"So, h-how's your baby doing?" inquired Buzz in hopes of changing the subject.

"I see what you're doing, Mr. Lightyear," Barbie teased while rocking the baby in her arms. "You don't have to be in the spot anymore. The last thing I want to do is to annoy my husband's boss."

"That's very much appreciated," Buzz joked with a grin.

"Do you wish to hold him?" He hesitated and played with his hands, unsure of how to handle a baby. "It's no harm. He's calm down, now," she informed. Leisurely, he reached for the infant after feeling the pain in his arm had subsided greatly.

"Wow," he whispered, looking at the sleeping baby that was against his chest, "He's beautiful."

"He's the best thing that could happen to me. Between Ken and him, I'm the happiest girl around." Barbie then laughed and shook her head. "That sounds so cliché but it's true…"

"Well, I have to admit, it does sound slightly cheesy from a single man's point of view," Buzz playfully added, "But it would be a life I would like to live one day."

"Being a husband and father?" Furrowing his eyebrows, he looked at the fresh-faced female who was giving him a beaming smile. Sure, he's gotten marriage offers before. But a husband and a father? He wasn't sure if those titles together appealed to him more or isolated him more. But looking down at the baby and then imagining Jessie…was he thinking too much about something that clearly was not going to happen? With the inheritance of his father's company coming close, his disgust with the stereotypical woman available for him as a wife, and the fear of a distance relationship with his kid, he had always pushed the family idea out of his head. Besides, how was he to know that he was in love with an outlaw? Or why he was even thinking of her…

"Buzz?" Barbie said, snapping her fingers to break Buzz's trance, "Are you alright?"

"Y-yes. Yes I am."

"So I take it you didn't want to answer that question either…" she declared with a smirk.

"What question?"

"Whether you want to be a father and husband."

He looked down at the baby again. It was grabbing the shirt that he had received from Jessie to wear as a nightshirt the evening before.

"Might be a possibility…" he finally stated.

Stalks of corn thrashed against the zooming fugitives. Looking around, there was no sight of him. They managed to evade from the police officer moments ago.

"C'mon, let get outta here," Jessie publicized, petting Bullseye's mane.

Riding from the fields she just traveled through, she ceased the two horses, wondering where to go next. "Now what?" Jessie pondered. "Well, I have an idea where one of them is…"

Nudging her ankles into the sides of Bullseye, she rode back into town, with Buttercup trailing after her.

I NEED TO STOP PROCRASTINATING!