Jessie plopped herself down on Andy's bed and stretched her legs out in front of her. She ran her hands around her calves, and examined the condition of her boots. They'd been scratched up a bit from her close escape about a few days ago. She'd almost been flown to Japan all by herself. She shuddered at the millions of possible outcomes had she been trapped on that plane. She couldn't believe that Woody and his friend had helped her out.

The next day, she followed Woody around the room constantly thanking him. She would always be eternally indebted to him for saving her. Woody tried to ignore her at first, but he found that it was impossible. He eventually became so fed up that he finally told her to stop bothering him and go and thank the real person that had saved them: Buzz. She nodded and headed off to seek out the evasive toy. She hadn't seen him much for the past couple of days.

The first day she'd spent in Andy's room, he had talked to her, well, stuttered was more like it. He had complimented her and had willingly tried to show her around the room. After Woody had told Jessie to find Buzz, he was nowhere to be found. She searched under the bed, in the closet, on the windowsill, and even in the garbage can. Nothing. He had simply vanished.

The next day, she saw him again, and when she tried to ask him where he'd gone off to yesterday, he quickly excused himself and ran off in the other direction. She just shrugged and assumed he was busy. He and Woody were in charge of Andy's room. He must have been preparing for something. That's what Woody did. That's just about all Woody could do.

She didn't think much about it until today when Buzz had entirely avoided her when she tried to talk to him again. She couldn't help but get the feeling he wanted absolutely nothing to do with her. A lump formed in her throat at the thought. How could this toy go from being so nice to being so mean? What had she done or said to change his attitude towards her? She stood up and decided she'd just have to change his mind for him.

She hopped off of the bed and did a quick scan of the room. Again, he was nowhere to be found. Typical, she muttered to herself. She paced around the room and noticed Woody talking with Hamm about something. She decided to join in on the conversation.

"Have you seen Buzz?" Woody asked Hamm with concern.

"I haven't seen him much since the newbies showed up," Hamm replied.

"That's odd," Woody scratched his head, "I have no idea where he is. What a space nut…"

Jessie decided to put her two cents in. "I think he's hiding from me," she blurted out.

Woody and Hamm jumped slightly at the sound of her voice. Woody whipped around to face the cowgirl.

"Jessie!" he shouted, "Why'd ya have to scare me like that?"

She shrugged innocently and persisted in being a part of the conversation. "He's avoiding me."

Woody laughed. "Why would he be hiding from you?"

"I don't know," she sighed.

"Jessie, Buzz is not hiding from you or avoiding you," Woody said, "He's just…" Woody trailed off.

"We're not exactly sure what Buzz is doing," Hamm finished.

"I already told you!" Jessie exclaimed, anger rising in her voice, "He's avoiding me! I don't know what I did or why he's hiding, but he is! It's the truth!"

"Jessie," Woody started, "You've had a rough past couple of days. Maybe you should rest."

He placed his hand gently on her shoulder. She brushed it off and glared at him. When Woody had nothing else to say, she stalked off.

She knew she was right. Why couldn't Woody understand? Buzz was avoiding her! It was as plain as a chicken running around with its head cut off! The anger welled up inside of her. She didn't know who this Buzz guy thought he was, but she sure didn't like him. He's just an inconsiderate, upstart space toy like the Prospector said he was, Jessie thought. She cringed at the thought of the Prospector, but she was too angry to disagree with what he said. She didn't care about showing Buzz who she really was; all she wanted now was to get revenge.

She decided to sulk in a quiet corner of the room. Why did this have to happen to her? What was wrong with him? Well, whatever it was, she didn't want to have anything to do with him either.

She sat down and brought her knees up to her chest. She wrapped her arms around her knees and rested her chin on her arms. She watched the other toys as they went about their day. It was a Thursday morning, and Andy was at school. She spotted Buzz emerge from behind a bookcase. None of the other toys seemed to notice where he had come from. Her head perked up, and she decided to confront him once and for all.

She quickly jumped up and began to fast walk towards Buzz. When she had almost reached him, he spotted her. He turned around and sprinted back towards the bookcase. She took it up a notch and ran as fast as she could. Her legs were longer than his, and she could run much faster than he could. She caught up to him before he reached his hiding spot, and she tackled him to the ground. Buzz lay on his back with Jessie on top of him. His face grew extremely red, and he tried to get away, but she pinned him down.

"I have a few questions for you space boy," she whispered into his ear menacingly.

Buzz gulped and avoided her gaze. His face was on fire, and he was surprised that she didn't recoil from him. She released his arms and used her hands to grab his face. She forced him to look at her, and when he did, she gasped.

She quickly hopped off of him and began to walk away. Buzz sat up and rubbed his wrists. He watched as she left him there, and he wondered what could've possibly made her change her mind. What he really wanted to know was why she'd gasped. What had he done to cause that kind of a reaction?

Author's Note: I haven't written Bessie stuff in so long! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and hopefully I'll be able to write more soon! :)