Glad you all liked my first fic, just another one shot with Buzz and Woody, let me know what you think. I wanted to keep going with this one

but I dunno if you guys like it so we'll see what you think first! :)

Woody was resting up his feet on top of the draw handle, sitting back in a dolls chair, leaning back on the two legs with his hat down covering his eyes and his hands gripped behind his head when out of nowhere he felt the soft touch of a pair of hands gripping his shoulders and rubbing them slowly.

"Mm…" He muttered to himself, not sure if he was dreaming or not. "Woody…" The female voice jolted him upright, straight to his feet, his hat falling to the floor. "Bo!"

"Well of course silly, who did you think it was?"

"Err…"

"Nevermind, listen Woody the toys are organising a game of hide and seek, would you like to play? I could arrange for us to be hiding in the attic together for quite some time!"

"I err…" Woody stumbled, he didn't particularly fancy that idea…Or her to a matter of fact. Ever since the whole adventure of finding and bringing home Jessie and Bullseye, Bo had been acting strange around him, almost protective and flaunting herself at every possible chance.

To Woody this only reaffirmed his thoughts and feelings regarding her; to put it bluntly he realized he really didn't want to be with her. Though it sounded heartless, Woody was a kind and caring man, he didn't want to hurt Bo and he didn't want her to feel rejected so he'd kept up the act for weeks and weeks now.

"I…Don't think I…" Though as he was about to come up with another excuse, he found himself in a prime position to tell her just how he felt. He couldn't keep pretending anymore.

"Bo, I… I don't feel that way about you anymore…"

Silence, absolute dead silence.

"I haven't for quite a few weeks now and pretending to carry on this charade with you…I feel kinda bad."

"YOU feel kind of bad?" She finally broke with one heck of anger powered into that 'you.'

"Bo…Let's just be reasonable adults and talk…"

"Err, no Woody" she interrupted and began to walk towards him. "If you were selfish enough to let me stand here and ramble on like an IDIOT for weeks now then your no man, you're a selfish pig!"

"Hey!" Hamm said walking past.

"Why don't you take your stupid hat…" She threw it at him, still backing him off. "Your stupid self and your stupid feelings back where you came from!"

She slammed the closet door shut.

Damn.

"Hey Bo! Bo let me out of here! Hey come on!" No reply came.

"Woody?"

"Argh! Whose there?" Woody panicked in the darkness. "I should warn you I have…A deadly weapon." He wafted his finger in the shape of a gun, his hand shaking, not that anyone would notice it was so black in there.

"Easy Cowboy."

"Buzz?"

"The one and only…Or not."

"What are you doing in here?"

"The question is, what are YOU doing in here?"

"Shut up Buzz and help me get out."

"No can do, we'll have to wait for Andy to get home."

"What?" Woody began to hyperventilate, he couldn't…He wouldn't be trapped in here with Buzz for at least the next 7 hours. Woody banged his fists against the door. "Somebody let me out!"

"I'm not THAT bad am I?"

Woody sighed and stopped pounding the closet door. "No Buzz…"

"Well…Come over here and sit down."

"Where's HERE Buzz I can't see two inches in front of my face!"

Hearing footsteps, Woody tried to strain his eyes to see in the dark, when all of a sudden a hand grabbed his arm. "Argh!"

"Woody it's me!" Buzz laughed out. "Your not afraid of the dark are ya?"

"Never!" Woody tried, though he didn't think his fast one was working with the space ranger. Feeling Buzz's hand move down his arm to his hand, Woody resisted the urge to cling on to him. For all the arguing he'd done with Bo, or Bo had just done with him, Woody had failed to mention that his true feelings lay with one particular toy, one particular male toy, one particular male toy who was now holding his hand in a dark closet.

"This way." He gently pulled Woody's hand with him. Buzz was almost overwhelmed; he could feel the tension in Woody like it was radiating from the sun.

"Man, are you tense!"

"Excuse me?"

"You're like Mr. Potatohead when he's lost a game of cards!"

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Look can we just DROP the subject." Woody pleaded as they finally arrived at the spot Buzz was talking about moments ago. Buzz laughed a little and let go of his arm, picking up the flashlight and turning it on.

"Buzz that's not funny." Buzz laughed.

"What is it with you today? You're full of really annoying jokes."

"Aw come on Woody, this is pretty hilarious, you and I ending up stuck in the closet together."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Woody was getting nervous as he touched the subject right next to the subject about his hidden subject entitled 'feelings for Buzz.'

"Ah Woody, just relax will ya, it's not the end of the world." Buzz placed the flashlight down on its hind, the light pointing up towards the roof of the closet; it gave off enough of a shadow over the two empty, small boxes turned up side down where Buzz had been sitting.

Sitting back down Buzz leant back against the wall and lifted one knee up. Woody couldn't help but stare at him, he looked…different in this almost…romantically lit candle moment.

"Are you gonna stand there all day?" Buzz smirked.

"I err…" He gulped and sat down on the edge of the second box.

"What IS up with you today?" Buzz enquired seriously.

"Nothing!"

"Yes there is your acting all weird around me, what have I done?"

"Nothing!" Woody reiterated, once again his lack of finding words just seemed to make him stumble. Finally though he sighed and leant back against the wall.

"I just broke up with Bo…For good."

Buzz's silence was an indication for the Sheriff to continue, but Woody couldn't, anything more lead into reasons why he broke up with Bo. There was a long silence but finally Buzz broke it.

"You know, Jessie and I aren't exactly seeing eye to eye anymore."

"Really?" He asked almost a little too excited.

"Is that good news to you?"

"No! Err…I…What happened?" He quickly changed the subject back to them.

"We're still friends and all, good friends, but nothing more."

"I'm sorry." Woody looked to him through the shadows, he shrugged, "Don't be."

Again silence fell between them and Woody – in an attempt to try and ease the tension began to lighten up. Sure Buzz's revelation about him and Jessie was kind of good news to him, but Buzz didn't know how truly happy Woody felt and he didn't want Buzz to think he didn't care.

"Women…" He laughed out, Buzz agreed with the same statement. Looking around Woody saw something sticking out from under a box, a bit of paper none the less. "Hey look, what's this?"

Buzz got up and followed Woody over to the paper, Woody tugged a bit on it, but it wouldn't move, Buzz tried and again it was stuck. "Okay let's try this together, you grab it. I'll grab you and we'll pull together."

If Woody had known what he truly meant at that time he would have blushed instantly.

"Err…Buzz what are you doing?" Buzz had his hands on Woody's hips, gripping them.

"What do you think I'm doing?"

"…." Woody began to pull on the count of three, suddenly the paper came free from under the box, but what the pair had failed to realize was that two more boxes were stacked on top of that one and when the paper came free so did the boxes, there was a tumble and a bit of bang and then complete darkness.

After a few moments, Woody wasn't sure what the heck he was doing, but his head hurt, not to mention he was lying on top of…

"Buzz!" He said, his hands either side of himself, lifting himself up off of Buzz, not all the way but just enough to look down at him.

"Wow what a ride!" Buzz laughed his hands finding Woody's hips. Woody smirked and laughed a little, before rolling off of him and then next to him on the floor. As he began to sit up, Woody reached his hand up to his head, it hurt. "Ow…" He moaned gently.

"You okay?" Buzz asked as he sat up next to him, the palm of his hand against Woody's back.

"My head hurts…" There was a sudden pause and then Woody jumped upright, the box on top of them flew off to one side and he panicked. "There's a crack! There's a crack! There's a crack! I can feel it! In my head there's a crack!" He was jumping around.

Buzz jumped up to his feet and grabbed Woody's arms to hold him still, the flashlight that was tipped over on it's side now only shone a little light in their direction…Just enough to make their faces visible to one another with a strain.

"Woody calm down!" Buzz tried, Woody still panicked like crazy.

In a split second, Buzz reached up to Woody and placed his lips firmly against Woody's and in that moment, Woody's heart melted, his knees trembled and his lips responded. That was something new.

The kiss seemed to go on and on and on, firmly at the start to get his best friends attention, Buzz thought, then softer and softer until they were both relaxing into it. Their lips entangled and soon their tongues. Buzz was lost in him, Woody was lost in Buzz too, their hands gripped each others forearms and gripped tightly to one another like glue.

But soon they were gasping for air; they fell apart almost at the same time. Each one not wanting to. The sounds of their breaths were all that was to be heard from the closet for a long moment after, Woody was in heaven and Buzz was too.

Finally both of them had shared something so unbelievable but so real, so much passion and trust and love, it was hard to describe. Buzz reached out his hand to Woody, who looked to it only for a moment before taking it. Buzz protectively brought his Woody into his arms, walking him over to the flashlight and sitting him down on the floor, in front of where it was pointing.

Looking to Woody he lifted his finger to Woody's chin, tilting it up slightly, placing a soft kiss on his lips once more, his other hand reaching up to cover Woody's hand over where he thought the 'crack' was.

"Trust me." Buzz whispered.

"Always." Woody whispered back. Buzz gently took his hand away and examined the area now in the light.

"Woody…There's nothing there."

Woody smiled mischievously "I know, but it still hurts."

Buzz laughed out and punched his arm gently and playfully. "I was hoping you'd do that."

"Do what?" Buzz asked curiously but with a playful smirk.

This time Woody leaned in, wrapping his arms around his space rangers neck and bringing him in close.

It looked like this being 'locked in a closet with the man of your dreams' thing wasn't going to be too bad after all.