Author's Notes: Hey ya'll! I've been busy as ever lately, but never too busy for fanfiction. X) Did you see Toy Story of Terror? It was wonderful, no? It was exactly what I needed to survive this term in school. A friend of mine told me about some rumors for another Toy Story TV special set in a Christmas setting. My fingers are crossed. :D Them folks at Pixar are such a tease! Anyway, hope you enjoy dis chapter. And Turner Child! I am so glad you are reading my story! Thank you for inspiring me to do this!

"STOP!"

"I've never had a problem with killing anyone, except you. Why can't I just do it? I can have your blood in a vial easy as soon as you're gone, so why is it so hard to do it?"

"Maybe because you don't want to."

"I never wanted to kill anyone, I just knew that I had to, to progress my work."

"You don't have to now. I can help you, I promise. Please Alan, just release my friends."

"I-I… AAAARRGHH! WHY IS THIS SO CONFUSING?! YOU CAN'T FORGIVE ME FOR EVERYTHING!"

"I'll always love you, because I know that once, you were my brother."

"Could you even forgive me… for this?"

Bo jolted up from her sleep. She didn't know where she was. She felt around in the dark, breathing heavily. It was just a couch, but to her unstable mind it felt like she was on a cold hard floor back in Zurg's base, back in the incinerator room.

She fell off the couch, confused and scared. It seemed like her lungs were getting smaller by the instant. She felt like screaming but she could hear nothing escape her lips. The world was turning and her stomach lurched, like she was going to vomit.

It felt like it was the end.

When Woody finally appeared in the dark living room, the memories started to wash away through the ground. The room stopped turning and Bo finally was still. She sobbed.

His arms encircled her and helped her back on the couch. He held her protectively and rocked her back and forth while she continued to cry.

"Why is this happening to me?" Bo finally asked, looking up at Woody's chocolate brown eyes.

He didn't have an answer, but he did respond. "I will do everything I can to help you get through this. Tomorrow we'll leave for Star Command. They'll help."

The two fell asleep in the same positions on the couch.

Jessie found them the next morning. She smiled at first, thinking that the two couldn't stand a moment apart, but then she examined them closer. Bo was sweating but shaking like nothing she had ever seen before, and Woody was just holding her trying to offer the little comfort that he could give. She decided to let them sleep for awhile longer and fixed herself some leftovers for breakfast.

Since Bo was gone, breakfast wasn't as big of a deal at the Pride household. Jessie had thought yesterday that maybe now that Bo was back she would teach her more about cooking, but it was obvious that was going to have to wait awhile…

There was a soft knock at the door. The redhead opened the door and saw Buzz back in his Space Ranger outfit. He was carrying a small pack with him.

"Howdy! Woody and Bo aren't up yet. I think Bo had a rough night…" Jessie said, looking over her shoulder. "But yer welcome to stay here till they do. Then we can head off."

They sat down at the dining table not saying much.

"It's really not fair," Buzz said breaking the silence.

"What?" Jessie asked, propping her head on her hand.

"It's not fair that this is happening to them. If anyone in the universe deserves happiness, it's those two."

Jessie rested her other hand on his. "Hey it's gonna be ok. We'll do what we've always done when times get rough. Bo told me once that even if the world seems to be crashing down around you, life still goes on. And besides, wanted posters usually get taken down after awhile. People forget about them. If we keep her hidden, nothing bad is gonna happen."

Buzz slipped his fingers into hers. "I kind of wonder if our lives are ever going to be normal."

"Of course not! Normal is for boring people."

Woody woke up hearing familiar voices chatting in the kitchen. He looked down at Bo, who was surprisingly awake. Her big blue eyes startled him.

"How long have you been up?" he asked, brushing hair out of her face.

"Not too long…" gazing up at him lovingly. "I wanted to let you sleep."

"You could've gotten me up," he stated, hinting a smile.

"I was fine. You're adorable when you sleep anyway. Why did you come out here? Did something happen last night?" Bo asked, trying to remember the details.

Woody slipped out a painful look. "You just seemed… cold." He carefully got up from underneath her before she could question him anymore. "We're going to Star Command today."

"What? When are you coming back?" she asked.

"You'll be coming along too, if you feel up to it. We thought the doctors might get you up on your feet quicker."

"Woody, I told you. It's just a little cold. I'm fine."

Woody knelt down and held her hands in his. "It'd make me feel a lot better Bo. If this has anything to do with… well, remembering-"

"It's just a coincidence! Look, the doctor said it would affect my mental health, right? This is just a cold."

The cowboy paused. "You know you don't have to prove anything to anyone. We know… I know that you can handle yourself in the world. But please, let me take care of you. I don't want to lose you again."

Bo's eyes lowered. She nodded. Woody smiled and helped her up to her feet. They stumbled to the kitchen. Jessie and Buzz's faces lightened as they saw the two come through the door. The four of them ate breakfast. They had a long journey ahead of them.

One they had never anticipated...