IT HAS BEEN SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO LONG! I AM SOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY YOU GUYS! This is the time where my AP classes really start to feel like AP classes. And I'm taking four of them. Kinda sucks. BUT it's winter break so I had time to write this little chapter. It's kinda rushed, I didn't really proofread it but I'm still posting it and finding whatever errors to fix later. Yes, I know some of the story has plot holes in this chapter. Yes, I know the judge sounds uneducated. Yes, I know the trials are totally biased. And yes, I know I left many details out and kind of skip around with logic. But you know what? It's my story. (MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA) I'm just playin' around. But yeah, you've been warnedof this bad quality.

"How're ya feeln', sir?" Chuckles asked Zurg Lightyear as he wrung his plump fingers around the bars ahead of him.

"A glass of water would be nice," Zurg responded, bringing his bandaged hand to his mouth to bring his coughs to a halt.

Chuckles brought the back of his hand to the guard's chest that stood behind him. "Get 'im a drink of water, will you?" Watching the guard marching off into the dim hallway, Chuckles turned his attention to the father and son once more.

"Your friends are bein' assigned to a cell of their own as we speak. You guys will be tried later on today. I use to work with the judge when he first entered into the judiciary system. I fought hard to get him for this trial, so consider yourselves lucky for havin' a judge with such a good track record."

"Oh we are thankful," Buzz cut in, nodding his head vigorously.

"His name is Carl Thomson. I call him CT for short. Ever since the invention of the telephone and his work schedule pilin' up, he's always talkin' on the phone with his wife and family." Although his mouth didn't show it, his small beady eyes gleamed with laughter. "You guys just relax. I'll let you out when it's time to head over to the court."

"Thank you," the two generations of Lightyears called out as the elderly man escorted himself from the cells.

Silence overwhelmed the atmosphere. Buzz opened his mouth to say something but immediately closed it. He glanced over to his father who was now strolling over to the wooden bench that resided in the corner of the cell. Letting out a small grunt, he slowly landed his body on the bench and patted the bare area next to him, indicating a spot saved for his son. Buzz followed his father's inaudible order and sauntered over to sit next to him.

"Something's on you mind," Zurg quietly pointed out, "Your expression on your face is undeniable. Tell me what's the matter."

"I'm that obvious, huh?" Buzz questioned, forcing a minute grin. His shoulders then sagged as he slightly pursed his lips in frustration. "I'm sorry you're in the middle of this, dad. I…I don't want you to be tried or having to worry about this verdict or-"

"Son, I know this isn't your fault. None of this is. Everything will be alright." He gently placed his hand on Buzz's shoulder and squeezed it in reassurance.

"But it is my fault. If only I didn't promise those Prides…"

"But you knew that there was an injustice. You wanted to correct it, Buzz. You've always wanted to do the right thing and I'm sure the judge will see your side of the story nice and clear," Zurg explained. He wrapped his arm around him and brought him closer to his own body, lowering his voice, "I'm proud of you, son."

Hours passed. Buzz rested his head on the wall behind him and closed his eyes in anticipation of hearing the jingling of keys opening the cell door.

My father is right, he thought, I'm completely innocent. Then…why am I so nervous?

Suddenly, it happened.

"Lets go," the guard quietly commanded as the cell door let out a creak, "I'll lead you the way."

Here goes nothing, Buzz concluded as he gently woke up his father who was laying on the bench.

It was the deja-vu feeling that Buzz had once experienced before when leaving the dark office of mayor Peter Smith. As he walked out the murky jail into the outside world, the sun shone brightly causing Buzz to raise his hand to protect his eyes. He then noticed the women strolling around with fans and the men by the saloons laughing loudly with beverages in their hands. He noticed the townspeople scurrying to their destinations, aware of what they considered the short amount of time they had. They knew nothing of what was going on with Buzz. They didn't know how his nerves were strangling him emotionally or his thoughts zooming through his head faster than the scampering citizens.

"Where's Jessie and Woody?" asked Buzz as he got into the carriage with his father.

"We already sent them on their way," the guard responded, "The mayor should be there by now. It's about a thirty minute ride."

"Alright, thank you," Buzz finally murmured.

Woody Pride tapped his index finger on his knee. He hadn't spoken a word since the police confrontation back at mayor Pete's office. His sister, on the other hand, had been mumbling small phrases and words to herself as she rubbed her face. After many attempts of fidgeting his body in a comfortable position for a brief nap, he finally gave up and caught his sister in the corner of his eye.

"Dontcha think that horse looks a little like Buttercup?" he questioned while pointing to the horse that was leading the carriage they were in, trying to bring levity into the situation. Jessie gave a mere muffled yes. "I'm…I'm happy that you're here, Jessie. With me." He reached for her hand and squeezed in hopes of a response from her. There was none. He shook it a little which caused her to swiftly turn her head to her brother.

"I'm scared, Woody," she mumbled, her eyebrows curving upward. Pulling her in for a hug, Jessie rested her head on Woody's chest, grasping his hand for wellbeing. "What if we go to prison? Forever?"

After a long pause, Woody spoke again. "We are not going to prison forever. If anything, Pete is going to prison. Besides, we have Buzz to help us out. Alright?" He knew that Buzz couldn't prevent the possible consequences was to come from their past actions, but he hoped the mention of Buzz's name would cheer her up.

"He's a good guy," she finally admitted, gripping the ends of Woody's poncho. Woody's thoughts traced back to the night before when Buzz stayed over.

"You like him a lot, don't you?" Woody asked in a serious tone of voice. There was another long silence.

"I'm not sure," she whispered. "I mean, I like him as a person. But I can't…picture myself as his girlfriend. As his wife. A mother. Or anybody else's for that matter. But…I'm fascinated by him, ya know? I want to know him better. He has been in the back of my mind ever since I met him."

"Got it," Woody replied, furrowing his eyebrows. These thoughts were all too familiar to him. He remembered being Jessie's age, wondering if he liked that girl. Their conversations were memorable; her words would ring through his head for days. Her ice blue eyes haunted him, her white porcelain and golden hair hypnotized him. It wasn't until that one, spring day that he found out he truly fell for her.

"If only we were rich like them," the shepherdess announced, pointing to the politicians in the automobiles passing by the Pride farm.

"I don't know, Blondie, I say we're almost there," Woody joked as he hauled the dirt with his rake. The slender female vivaciously turned to look at the young man, coyly cocking her head to the side as she swung her arms behind her.

"If you were the richest guy on earth I'd marry you in a second. Would you marry me if I was rich?"

Woody paused slightly and raised his eyebrow. Straightening his posture, he let out a nervous chuckle. "In an instant," he retorted.

"Well, it's a good thing we aren't rich," she answered, "Otherwise we'd be marrying people all over the place. Oh well, I guess as long as I'm poor, I'll never be with someone."

Woody's teasing tone dropped. "That's not necessarily true." Her attention turned to him again, her expression dropping. Her eyes searched him and retreated back to his brown eyes. She then gave him a small grin.

"You're right," she agreed, walking up to him, "It's not."

That's when he knew she was the one. That's when he knew he was in love with-

"-Bo?" Jessie's voice rang.

"W-what?" Woody stammered, pushing his thoughts out of his head.

"I said," Jessie repeated, "Didja feel this way about Bo?" Woody rubbed his sister's arm.

"Just give it time…" Woody trailed off, leaving his sister breathing a grunt.

"I hate this. I hate bein' confused."

"ORD-UH! ORD-UH IN THUH COURT!" boomed Judge Carl Thompson as he banged his hammer against his desk, quieting down the courtroom. "Peter Smith."

The elderly man stood up, wringing the edge of his jacket.

"For conspiring with the police force to rule an illicit political term, for stealing from past business partners, and for threatening to take the lives of citizens, I hereby sentence you life of imprisonment." The judge then turned his attention to the Prides. "Woodrow and Jessica Pride?"

"Yes your honor?" Woody pronounced, holding hands with his sister.

"I see that you and you sister committed petty theft in the past. Correct?"

"That is correct your honor."

"Well, I hereby have the both of you pay a fine of $500."

"But what if we don't have that kind of money?" cut in Jessie, tugging on her braid nervously.

"Then you two have to serve six months in jail." Jessie turned to look at her eldest sibling with large, worried eyes. Woody glanced at her quickly and back at the judge with an erect posture.

"We'll pay the fine," he decided, listening to the clank of the judge's hammer as he concluded the trial.

Heading outside with his father, Buzz noticed the Pride siblings anxiously chatting among each other. Feeling a hand on his should, he turned to see it was Chuckles.

"Everything turned out good," Chuckles indicated, "Didn't it kid?"

"It sure did," Buzz concurred, "And thank you very much for everything."

"No problem, kid," Chuckles assured, walking away "Take care of you're old man and yourself."

"Father, wait for me in the carriage," Buzz requested, "I'm going to check with Woody and Jessie." Dodging the bodies emerging from the courtroom, Buzz headed over to the debating brother and sister. As he caught eye contact with them, Woody slightly pushed Jessie forward towards Buzz.

"I'm gonna see your father," informed Woody, pointing to his carriage, "Is that alright with you Buzz?"

"Go ahead," Buzz excused, watching the cowboy strolling away. He then turned his attention to the young female biting her own lip. "So…what's going to happen?"

"We might have to…sell the farm," she choked. Noticing a concerned expression appear on his face, she gave a small shake of the head and a smile. "Buzz, we'll be fine. We're gonna start a fresh, new life."

"And new location…" Buzz added with a hint of defeat. Placing her hand on his cheek, his face lit up again. "I'm sorry. I don't want the last image of me you see to be gloomy."

"I'm so grateful for everythin' you've done, partner." Her nose gently brushing against his hairline, she leaned in ad planted her lips softer in his forehead in thanks. Then, she slipped her arms around Buzz, embracing him as her cheek touched his. They stood there in blissful silence.

"I-I'll walk you to your carriage," suggested Buzz, looking down in hopes of hiding his blushing face from Jessie. Helping her up the steps to sit next to her brother, Woody pushed his hat back.

"Lightyear, come on my side," Woody commanded in a low tone of voice. Watching the heir walk over, the cowboy broke into a smile. "Thanks. For everything."

"It was my pleasure," Buzz insisted, grinning back.

"So," Woody said extending out his hand, "This is a goodbye."

"So it is. Farewell," Buzz finished, clutching his hand. "And please, call me Buzz." A warm chuckle escaped from Woody's lips.

"Our paths will cross again," Woody reassured. With the crack of the whip, the carriage rode off as Buzz watched the former outlaws emancipate.

WIth the trial scene, it takes place in the middle of the trial. I was just too lazy to think of the beginning and having to explain the whole Pete-and-the-Prides-hate-each-other thing. And the whole thing with the rich line shared between Bo and Woody was inspired by a scene in the movie 'Breakfast at Tiffany's'. I love that movie...


You guys are just so freaking wesome. Really. you are. This site has totally cut me off from this society of Toy Story fanfics. I never got any emails about alerts or anything so imagine my surprise when I got new reviews and stories without my notice (not happy about that) So no, I haven't been ignoring you on purpose. I love you all. Very much. And I hope you guys have an amazing Christmas/New Year/Kwanza/ Hanukka/whatever other holiday this during winter break!