Quick Explaination of this Endeavor: Basically Operation: One-Shot is going to be a collection of one-shots, drabbles, song fics, etc that I come up with based on the Toy Story Universe.
I have a lot of random ideas and no real concrete story line so I'm gonna post all the pieces here. It'll cover whatever pairings I feel like whatever topics and will probably jump around between all three movies pre and post. Rating will be mostly G if not PG but I'll warn you if I decide to go past that.
Also if anyone has any suggestions for one-shot ideas I'd love to hear them. I can't promise I'll do them but I'd love any kind of inspiration :)
Summary: Woody and Buzz have a conversation one night after being in the toy box for too long.
Characters/Pairings: Buzz & Woody (friendship) (a little Buzz/Jessie)
Notes: My first attempt at writing Buzz cause, seriously, that loveable jerk is giving me a really hard time (why won't you let me love you Buzz!) Anyway, no real spoilers. Takes place probably a few months before TS3.
Woody awoke suddenly gasping for breath he, as a toy, didn't actually need. His dream escaped him before he could remember why it had jarred him awake but all he knew was he'd been falling and there was fire and it hadn't been an enjoyable experience to say the least. It didn't help that he was sleeping in the toy box. After years of having his coveted position on Andy's bed, being relegated to the box was a big change. He still wasn't sure he'd ever be able to sleep well in there no matter how much time passed. Staring up at the wooden top of the box, he suddenly realized something was amiss. He couldn't quite put his finger on it but there was something different. Woody surveyed the contents of the toy box- his friends- all sleeping silently. That's when it hit him. The box wasn't as bright as it usually was at night. Buzz wasn't in the toy box.
Woody found the space ranger's absence puzzling and decided to investigate. He slowly stood up, careful not to disturb any of the other toys fast asleep around him. Stepping over Slinky, Woody's boot barely touched the old dog's metal coils and sent them shifting. Slinky stirred slightly letting out a whine but, after a quick scratch in the right spot behind his ear, went back to sleep. Woody cracked the top of the toy chest and looked out over Andy's room. It was dark and quiet and it took a second before Woody's eyes could adjust. Nothing seemed out of place or odd until his eyes rested on the green glowing figure at the window. It still amazed him how well that paint glowed after all those years especially with all the time spent in the dark toy chest.
Climbing out of the box, Woody silently closed the lid and quietly crept across the carpeted floor. He clamored up a nearby chair and was soon on the windowsill next to Buzz. The toy didn't seem to register the new presence, so Woody cleared his throat. Buzz looked up at him, blue eyes blinking away whatever thoughts had been on his mind. "Hey, Woody," he said quietly, as if this was going to be nothing more than a casual conversation.
Woody's eyebrow rose. "What're you doin' up here, Buzz?"
"I just…" Buzz paused and looked away from him back at the window, "I couldn't sleep."
"Is that really it?" Woody asked, sitting down beside his friend. After years of knowing Buzz, Woody considered himself a pretty good authority on when the space ranger wasn't himself. This felt like one of those times.
"No," Buzz admitted, with a sigh, "I mean, I'm fine and everything, but I kind of just wanted to see the stars." Woody looked at him solemnly, willing him to continue. "We've been in the toy box for so long, sometimes I feel like we're never going to get out."
"We will, buddy. I'm sure of it."
Buzz gave the cowboy a look that told him he didn't quite believe him. "Yeah well, I can't help but want to stretch my legs every once in a while."
Woody sighed leaning his head against the glass window pane. Buzz was right. It was nice to be out of the box. "Sorry, to be a downer," Buzz apologized, with a frown. "I know it's hard on all of us."
"At least we're all together right?" Woody said, sitting back up. Buzz nodded in agreement still looking out the window. "Plus it gives you time to get closer to Jessie," the cowboy added with a wicked smile.
Buzz's head snapped to look at him and his face seemed to flush instantly at the mention of the cowgirl. "I.. what do you mean?" he managed to squeak out.
Woody gave him a pointed look. "Oh come on Buzz. You've been crazy about her since we brought her home. I just don't understand why you haven't said anything to her about it yet."
"It's not that simple," Buzz said, turning away again. "I do like her- I like her a lot. It's just, we've become pretty close and she's- well she's not like anyone I've ever met before. But if she doesn't feel the same I don't want to lose her as a friend. I'm sure that sounds stupid."
"Now stop it. Buzz," Woody said placing a hand on the ranger's shoulder, "You know everything you say sounds stupid to me."
Buzz glowered at the cowboy but smiled. "You know what I mean, Woody."
Woody shook his head. "I do. I understand all of it, but I just don't want you waiting too long, pal. You two are my best friends and you're great for each other. I don't want you missing your shot with her." Buzz nodded and when he didn't say anything Woody continued. "Look, I know it's hard, but there's gonna come a point where you'll sit there wishing you'd said something… or just wishing you'd said it more often."
It was Woody's turn to look out the window. He thought he could finally talk about this, but it seemed the wounds from Bo Peep's departure were still a little too fresh.
Buzz's face fell, upset his trivial issues had hurt his best friend. He placed an arm over the cowboy's shoulder, a silent gesture of understanding. Letting go he replaced it at his side and followed Woody's gaze out the window.
The two toys sat like that for a while, resigned to their own thoughts. After a while, they heard what sounded vaguely like a leaky tire coming from the toy box. They both turned around to see Jessie standing with the lid open trying to wave them down one handedly. "Will you two get back in here?" She asked in a hushed but severe whisper. "Andy'll be awake any minute now."
"We're comin, Jess," Woody said and he and Buzz jumped down from the window pane and hurried back to the toy box.
"What were you boys doin' out there?" Jessie asked once Woody and Buzz were safely back inside.
"Just stargazing," Woody said casually, sending a look in Buzz's direction.
Jessie raised an eyebrow but decided to let the matter drop. "Well, tell me next time you're going out. I nearly had a panic attack."
"Why?" Buzz asked, his face filled with concern.
"It's too dark when you're not around" she said, indicating the Space Ranger's glow-in-the-dark paint. "You know I don't do dark well."
"Sorry Jessie," Buzz said casting a glance at the floor. "I won't leave you like that again."
"You better not," Jessie teased and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before hurrying over to check on Bullseye.
Buzz stood there dumbly with his hand on his cheek, trying his best to ignore Woody's "I-told-ya-so" look.