A/N: Okay, so I’ve been on a huge
Disney kick lately, and I’m going to Disney in two weeks, so my brother and I
have been watching a bunch of Disney films, and so he wanted to watch Toy Story
2 today. I saw the second one first, because the first one came out before I
was born, and I’ve always loved Jessie. I had a doll and outfit and hat I used
to wear around the house, and I collected horse dolls and I just loved the
west, and I think that was because of Jessie. Jessie’s backstory used to always
get me upset when I was young, but now that I’m older I really started crying
as she had her panic attack before she had to go back into the dark and when
Emily got rid of her. So, that spawned this story with her and Buzz. Because I
just love them together. And yes, I am writing a serious Toy Story fic.
Problem?
Please r& r!
Title:
Dancing in the Dark
Rating: K+
Summary:
With Andy packing for vacation, he stores away a few of his favorite toys.
Buzzy, Woody, Bullseye, and Jessie are all stuffed into various bags. Buzz can
still hear her screaming….
Dancing in the Dark
It was too dark for him to see, but
with the threat of Andy unzipping his backpack at any moment, Buzz stood
motionless and lifeless next to his best friend, Woody. Andy could be heard in
through the fabric of the pack, his voice loud, probably arguing with Molly in
the backseat of his mother’s minivan. Two
days ago, Andy’s family—still void of the father who left them just before Buzz
came—had left for summer vacation. Andy’s mother had told him only to bring
woody for the beach trip, the other toys would be too much to look after. Andy,
however, hadn’t listened, scattering his toys throughout bags his mother
wouldn’t check. Bullseye was stationed in the snack bag in the back, and Jessie
was alone in Molly’s bag as Molly balanced Bo Peep in her lap. Last night, when
Andy had stolen Woody from his bag, leaving Buzz alone as the family went into
the hotel over night, he could hear Jessie’s screaming all night long. He tried
and tried to fight the zipper, but Buzz’s hands weren’t made for that. Woody
had always been better for that sort of thing.
“Buzz.”
The space
ranger looked over at the cowboy toy, who was staring at him with big brown
eyes barely visible through the spotted light shining through the thin fabric
of the bag.
“Yes?” Buzz
whispered, his voice thin and tired. Being stuck in one position was never
desirable, and being away from Jessie when she was obviously so afraid was
starting to take its toll on him.
“Tonight,
I’ll leave part of the zipper open on Andy’s bag. I asked Bo to do the same
last night.”
Buzz reached
out to squeeze his friend’s hand. “Thank you, Woody.”
The cowboy
nodded, then went still again.
It wasn’t
hours later when the car stopped, and there was no light shining through the
bag.
“We’re at
the hotel…” Woody muttered before the zipper flew open. We both froze as Andy’s
little hand reached in and pulled out Woody, making sure to hold on his hat. As
Andy zipped it closed, Woody’s boot tipped the end of it, making enough room
for my hand to stick through. I heard Molly talking to Bo—of course no response
came from the blonde porcelain doll—and soon after the doors closed, and there
was silence.
Buzz was
halfway done with climbing out of the bag when the screaming started.
“Jessie!”
Buzz called out in a frenzy, already sprinting. “Jessie, just hold on, okay?!”
Molly’s pink
bag had never looked so tall until now when he began to mount it. Running to
the top he held onto the zipper, letting the moonlight fill the bag, and he
didn’t expect Jessie to fly right out of her balled up position and into his
arms.
“B-buzz!”
she cried, burying her head in his neck, her hat pressing against his
half-closed helmet. “Don’t make me go back in the dark—don’t make me! They keep
making me go back in! I don’t want too!”
“Shh,
Jessie…” Buzz whispered, pulling her closer as she sobbed into his chest.
“B-buzz…”
she whimpered.
“I know,” he
whispered, “but Jessie, there’s no
reason for you to be afraid of the dark. I’m always next to you….”
He took both
of Jessie’s hands in his, letting one fall on his shoulder, the other held
tight.
“Tell me what
you’re afraid of,” he breathed against her lips. She was still shaking, eyes
closed tight.
“Monsters….people…things
I can’t see.”
Al. Stinky
Pete. Emily.
“I’m always
beside you,” he breathed again, taking her hat off and playing with the end of
her red-yarn braid. “Still afraid?”
She nodded.
“Going in…never coming out….”
“Both Andy
and Molly play with you now,” he said, leaning up to caress her rosy cheek. “Andy
uses you for both a heroine and a damsel. I wouldn’t worry about that. Plus
you’re a cowgirl. How many times has Andy or Molly stolen you for Woody save?”
“Or marry,”
she giggled softly. Buzz glared in self-pity, and Jessie giggled again. Buzz
let his hand fall to her waist.
“Right…” he
mumbled. “Anything else?” he mumbled, pulling her close again.
“I-I….”
Buzz moved
his feet, turning Jessie around and smiling at her softly. “That’s what I
thought.”
She blinked.
“Buzz, I can’t dance. Not in the dark--”
“It’s not
dark, Jessie,” Buzz whispered, leaning down and tipping her back. “We’re not
dancing in the dark. We’re dancing in the light of the moon.”
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