Author: magictoast15 PM
To Woody, it seems that Jessie has everything he has lost.Rated: Fiction T - English - Family/Angst - Woody & Jessie - Chapters: 6 - Words: 6,550 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 5 - Updated: 07-12-12 - Published: 10-26-11 - id: 7496213
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Author's Note: Yay for me finally posting a story on here! It's my first Toy Story fic as well. I started writing it about three months ago and have been posting it DeviantArt, but now it's finally on here! I already have the first four chapters done, so those will be up within the next few minutes. I hope ya'll enjoy it! Just to let you know, I can usually get the chapters posted up sooner on DA than on here, so that might be a better way to read each chapter sooner. Constructive criticism is very much appreciated. :)
Only about a week and a half had passed since Andy's toys had found a new home, but it was already almost painfully clear who Bonnie's new favorite toy was. Though Woody, Buzz and the others were highly treasured by the little girl, the certain way her face would light up whenever she saw Jessie made it unmistakeable; she loved the beautiful, red-haired cowgirl doll more than any of her other toys.
And that was part of the reason why Woody had been having such a hard time adjusting to their new life. Not only did he have to get used to a new home, new friends and a new owner, but he also had to learn to accept that he was no longer the favorite toy in the bedroom. Which, seeing as he had been, in many ways, Andy's best friend for so many years, was understandably difficult for him.
It was on the Thursday after the toys had arrived at Bonnie's house that the Andersons were going to leave for Bonnie's grandparent's house for the weekend. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson were upstairs finishing packing, while Bonnie was in her bedroom playing with her toys.
"Oh no," Bonnie said in her best Sheriff Woody voice, "The evil witch has kidnapped me! I need someone to save me before she uses her evil witchy powers on me!"
"I'll save you Woody," she said, switching her voice to sound like Jessie. "Here, grab my hand! We'll ride away on my horse before the witch catches us! Come here Bullseye!"
She grabbed Bullseye and set Jessie and Woody down on his saddle, then made them "ride away" from the "evil witch," AKA Dolly.
"You saved me Jessie," Bonnie said, resuming her Woody voice. "You're the most greatest cowgirl ever!"
"Bonnie," Mrs. Anderson called, "I need you to come in here for a minute okay?"
"Okay Mom," Bonnie shouted as she let her toys fall to the ground and ran upstairs.
As soon as the coast was clear, Woody began to sit up. He moaned a little from the pain of suddenly being dropped to the floor, then looked over at Jessie. She was beaming with happiness over once again being the one to come to the rescue. Andy never would've made her save me, Woody caught himself thinking.
It was true though. During their playtimes with Andy, Woody and Buzz were the heroes, while Jessie was their sidekick. Occasionally she would be the damsel in distress, but usually that role was filled by Bo Peep or one of Molly's other dolls. But never was Woody the one who needed to be saved.
With Bonnie it was different. It was as though she had switched their roles; in her times of play, it was Woody or Buzz who would be captured or trapped by witches, ghosts, monsters and other terrible things, while Jessie was usually the one to rescue them. No one was certain why she played that way, but Woody suspected it had something to do with the fact that Jessie was her favorite toy and that she liked to imagine her always being the heroine. Why one of Bonnie's dolls couldn't be the one always in need was beyond Woody.
Buzz didn't seem to mind any of this. Although part of him longed to be the hero, he was glad to see that it made Jessie happy to be loved in a way that she hadn't been loved since she had lost Emily so long ago. Sure, Andy had loved her, but not in the same way a child loves their favorite toy. Woody, on the other hand, couldn't seem to hold back feelings of jealousy toward her. Seeing her so much more cheerful than usual after a day of playing with Bonnie made his teeth itch sometimes.
"Wasn't that so much fun? I've gotta admit, it feels good bein' played with like that all the time again, doesn't it Woody?" Jessie asked excitedly.
"Yeah, sure..." Woody replied with a small frown on his face.
Jessie looked concerned. "Is somethin' wrong Woody? You've been actin' kinda strange ever since we first got here."
Voices were heard in the hallway before Woody had a chance to say anything in reply. All the toys went limp almost immediately.
"But Mom, why can't I bring more than one toy to Grandma and Grandpa's house?"
"I already told you sweetie, we don't have enough room in the car for you to bring a bunch of toys. Now go pick out which toy you want to bring because we're leaving right now, okay?"
Just one toy. Woody began to feel a strong sense of deja vu. He could guess who would be picked.
"Okay Mom," Bonnie replied somewhat sadly as she opened the door to her bedroom and walked in. She wished she could bring all of her toys with her. But since her only option was to choose just one of them, she picked Jessie up off of the floor.
"We're to going to Grandma and Grandpa's house for a few days," Bonnie told her toys, "So Woody, Buzz and Dolly, you guys better take good care of everybody while Jessie and I are gone, okay?"
You can count on us Bonnie.
"Bonnie?" Mrs. Anderson called from downstairs.
"Coming Mom!" Bonnie yelled. "Bye everybody," she said to her toys before making Jessie wave goodbye to everyone and running out the door.
Jessie couldn't help wondering what was going on with Woody. Guess I'll have to wait until we get back to find out, she thought.