After watching Toy Story 3 this idea that I had way back when the first movie came out, popped into my head so I decided to look and see if anyone else had done anything similar and was surprised when I didn't find anything. Oh well I don't have time for more stories, I have way too many started already, anyways it's just an idea for how the story would end not a full plot, maybe it's something I could write in the future, or at least that's what I thought until a full fledge plot bunny started forming and chewing on my brain and I somehow ended up with the first few chapters written in less than a week, while getting ready for the community yard sale, which brings up an interesting event, but I'll save that story for the chapter I was writing when it happened.
"Well that's the last box that's going to fit in the attic, the rest of this stuff is going to have to go with you or out for the yard sale."
"You're sure there's not room for another box?" Bonnie asked.
"Sorry honey, but everything is packed in tight up there and with grandma moving in with us as soon as you leave for collage I won't have room to store them anywhere else. Anyways all that's left are these old toys, it's not like you'll ever play with them again."
"Yeah, I guess you're right mom." Bonnie agreed as she closed the box and carried it outside where they were setting up a yard sale.
"No, no we're going to all get separated if she puts us out at the yard sale." Jessie sobbed.
"Maybe someone will buy all of use." Buzz suggested as he hugged her and tried to comfort her.
"Buzz is right, we've been in rough scrapes before and we've stayed together this long." Woody added.
"Maybe you, Bullseye and I, but what are the chance of someone wanting us and Buzz?" Jessie asked.
Woody remained silent for moment, knowing that she was right, his heart breaking for her, knowing himself how hard it was to lose someone you love so much, "We'll get through this, somehow everything thing will be alright." he said, trying to convince himself of that as well.
As the day went by Jessie and Buzz stayed huddled in one corner of the box, determined to spend every last second of their time together in each others arms.
Finally it happened, a woman looked into the box and a grin spread across her face as she reached in to pick Jessie up, for a second Jessie and Buzz clung to each other, "I'll always love you." Buzz whispered into Jessie's ear before reluctantly letting go.
The woman picked up Woody and Bullseye then went to pay for.
When she got home she pulled out a box and started to carefully pack the three toys into it until she found out she had run out of tape, "Oh well, I guess I'll just have to pick up tape in the morning before I send you to grandma." she said as she pushed the box to the back of the kitchen counter and left.
"Why do you think she would send us to her grandmother? Old humans don't play with toys, what if she'll just stuff us in a box and leave us there?" Jessie asked, a hint of panic in her voice.
"Maybe she's a collector like Al and the museum that was going to buy us before. I doubt we'd end up in storage." Woody said resting a comforting hand on Jessie's shoulder.
"I guess you're right." Jessie agreed, "But what about Buzz? What if someone mean get's him, like that kid you guys told me about? What if they hurt him?" she cried absently pulling on her braid.
"He's pretty tough and if he does end up in a situation like that I'm sure he'd find a way out and then he'd probably come looking for you." Woody told her as he pulled her into his arms and held her as she cried.
"We're being sent away, maybe to the other side of the country, he'd never find us. I- I'll never see him again."
"You never know, we've done some pretty impossible things before. At least we still have each other, we're not completely alone." Woody said as Bullseye came over and curled up next to Jessie.
"And Buzz is all alone, he doesn't have anyone." Jessie said as she turned and buried her face against Bullseye's side until she finally cried herself to sleep.
Woody woke up later that night to find Jessie gone, "Where did Jessie go?" he asked Bullseye.
Bullseye stood up and whinnied and looked over the edge of the box. Jessie was sitting on a windowsill above the kitchen sink, nestled between a couple of flower pots.
Woody climbed out of the box and up onto the windowsill next to her, "Are you alright?" he asked.
"I just can't stop thinking about Buzz, what's happening to him? Is he safe, is he still sitting in that box waiting for someone to buy him, is he scared, does he miss me as much as I miss him? Will I always miss him this much, will being away from him always hurt this much?" Jessie asked, never turning her eyes away from the stars outside.
Woody sighed and sat down next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, "You'll always miss him and he'll always miss you and it will always hurt, but eventually it won't hurt as badly." he told her.
"Do you-" Jessie stopped as a car pulled into the driveway and two men got out.
"Quick, back to the box." Woody said, jumping down to the counter and helping Jessie down.
They had just pulled the flaps back down on the box when one of the men broke the window out of the door, "This can't be good." Woody whispered as he and Jessie watched the men come in.