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"Nooooo!" Woody screamed as they helplessly fell towards their inevitable fate.

She gave a soft, helpless grunt, as she landed onto the ashes and debris of the garbage, with a small thud. And she skid to a halt, before sitting up. The echoes of the others as they landed, protruded in her mind and seemed to repeat itself round and round like a broken record player

She could only stare at the intense, eruptive flames that lay as their fate before them.

She was in too much shock at that moment, to comprehend anything other than, the fact that there was a fire. A few drops of sweat broke across her forehead as she stared in awe, at the massive fire that llay before them, seeming to tempt them into it's unbearable warmth. Jessie felt tempted, and leant forward a fraction.

Woody gasp, however, broke her out of her trance, before she went wide-eyed.

She turned around, to try and scramble up the debris. The only worry on her mind at that moment, was getting out of there. Without realizing, her breaths deepened and she began to hyperventilate.

She choked on a breath as Bullseye struggled up beside her.

She carried on doing this for another few moments, until she heard Rex scream and he skidded down, towards the fire.

"Rex!" Woody yelled as he attempted to grab his hand.

"Ahhh!" Rex screamed in fear, Woody also let out a yell, as he was forced further down.

This acted as a knock-on effect, causing all of the other toys to be dragged along with them.

Jessie had no idea what she should do, as the flames approached.

But there had to be something.

"Buzz!" Jessie yelled in fear, hoping that the Space Ranger had a plan. "What do we do?"

Jessie stared helplessly, into his sea-blue eyes. His face dropped slightly and he looked down at her hand, swallowing a gulp, before he reached out and took it.

She looked down at her hand in his, wondering about his curious action.

When it hit her.

She looked back into his eyes, and her eyebrows narrowed in understanding.

That was it, all was lost. They couldn't do anything over the fate that lay before them.

But Buzz was willing to go down with her, with everyone, as a family.

She continued to stare into her eyes, looking for any kind of a sign. He subtly nodded to her, confirming there lives, were soon to end.

She knew that there was a sense of disappointment within her eyes, but she forced it away. She couldn't act afraid now, not if Buzz was prepared to go down together.

She had to be strong for Buzz, she couldn't go down afraid. She couldn't live her last moments scared witless.

It was then that Jessie remembered something. For a brief moment she had forgotten about everyone else around them. She looked to her left, where she saw Bullseye still struggling to keep himself steady.

She reached out and placed a hand on one of his hooves, before exchanging glances with him.

The others did the same.

Jessie watched, as Woody still continued to scramble up, unaware that everyone else had given up.

When he noticed that everyone else was now still, he looked up and the expression on his face when he saw that everyone else was giving up, almost broke Jessie's heart.

Buzz offered Woody his hand. At first, Woody was frozen in his tracks, but he swallowed a gulp, and struggled, but he eventually had Buzz's hand within his grasp.

With his other hand, he took Slinky's paw, completing the link. The link they shared as a family.

Jessie could only stare in horror at the approaching flames, that threatened to engulf them, without warning.

She just couldn't force all of the regrets she had about the last two days from her mind.

It was then that she realized this was all her fault. If she had listened to Woody and followed him out of Sunnyside when he said, they wouldn't be in this mess. If she had listened to Woody when he said that Andy had meant to put them in the attic, they wouldn't be in this mess. If she hadn't encouraged all of the other toys, to get in the donations box, purely to satisfy herself, so she wouldn't have to face abandonment again, they wouldn't be in this mess. They'd be safe in Andy's attic and Woody would be happy, being at collage with Andy.

But she just had to ruin everything and get them all killed.

She looked around at each other toy individually, thinking of why she loved each toy and why they were important to her.

She would thank Mrs Potato-head, for acting motherly to her and not blaming her fears of the dark. Jessie was glad that she was there when Bo was sold in the yard-sale, she always knew the right thing to say. Jessie enjoyed the fact that she could talk to her about practically anything, without having to worry that she'd spill her secrets out.

She was grateful that Mr Potato-head was always determined to help and stick up for the people he cared about. Even though he can be a bit of a loud-mouth and grumpy sometimes, he still tried his best to help and was determined to go through till the end to get the job done. Jessie liked the fact that he cared so deeply for Mrs Potato-head and the three aliens. But he always attempted to hide the fact, when it came to Hamm.

To Jessie, Rex acted like a nervous cousin, but he knew what it took, when it came to video games and she was glad that he was the only other toy that gave her any competition while playing. And even though he was shy to mutter the truth, he always knew the difference between right and wrong.

When it came to Hamm, he was the toy that annoyed her the most, always correcting her. His habit became frustratingly annoying and sometimes Jessie wanted to push his ceramic body off of a desk. But she had to admit, that the toys would never get anywhere if it weren't for him, and that, she was grateful for.

Slinky acted as a link between the group, and it was true that he was the peace maker. He was always there to knock some sense into toys that were arguing and was able to settle the disputes between them. With his floppy ears and his peaceful attitude, Jessie would've said that she was the toy dog version of a hippy.

Jessie next thought of Bullseye. Out of all the other toys, she was the closest to Bullseye. After already spending fifteen years in storage, Al then chucked Bullseye inside and they spent the next ten years, trapped in a box together. She was the best at understanding his body language and she had felt slightly betrayed when Bullseye was about to follow Woody out of Sunnyside, but she knew it was only because, Woody was Bullseye rightful owner. Bullseye had always been there for her in storage, always there for her to embrace when her fear of the dark, became too much. It was as if she and Bullseye were mentally twins, and he was the one who was unable to speak. She loved Bullseye as a child would love their first ever puppy and it was as if Woody was the adult who bought the dog, but was still unable to become as connected to the dog as the child was.

At the thought of Woody, she looked over to him. To her, he was like an older brother. Yeah, it was true that at first, she had the small crush on him. But that was only because she was so glad that she was finally given the chance to escape storage. But it was when Woody had agreed to come to Japan, when the sibling relationship began to grow. Sure, he could be bossy and naggy sometimes and his determination could often lead to be annoying, but he always had the good intentions in mind and he was usually right, most of the time. And she loved him like a brother, even though they often argued with each other. Which tends to be what siblings do.

The last person her mind wandered to was Buzz.

She couldn't believe she hadn't realized it sooner than she did. She couldn't believe that she hadn't realized that she loved him sooner.

Her eyes widened a fraction. That was it! She was ion love with him. How had she not realized that sooner?

How did she not realize he had a crush on her? It was as obvious as a crater in the middle of a desert, with him stuttering like a lovestruck fool around her. He had always seemed to put her first before anything else. She had seen how it pained him to say good-bye to Woody, his best friend, at Sunnyside.

She wasn't sure if it was the Spanish Buzz that gave her a kick in the right direction or not, or if it was his near death when he had saved her from being crushed, but something at Sunnyside set free all of these emotions she had never felt before.

She just wished she had realized her feelings sooner and not just now, when they were moments from a fiery death.

She had to admit that she was scared, so she covered her fear by burying her face in his shoulder and he leant over her, as if her were protecting her.

And at that moment, it was final.

They were prepared to face the end together.

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