As Andy got older, the toys got played with less and less, but everyone had expected that. What they did not expect was that they would get sold at yard sales and gotten rid of at spring cleanings. The first to go were the baby toys. The rattles, the blocks, and the eggs. Soon, friends were disappearing left and right. Mr. Spell, Etch-a-sketch, the shark, the robot, RC, and even Wheezy. But the toys that weren't sold stayed together, dreaming that someday they would see their old friends again.

It was a mild April afternoon. Andy was almost fifteen, and Molly was almost ten. Ms. Davis walked down the hall to Andy's room, and looked around at the mess that was before her. There were clothes scattered all over the floor, old posters lying around in the corners of the room, and the toy box and other articles of furniture were covered in a thin layer of dust.

"Good God!" Ms. Davis exclaimed, looking around his messy room. "It's a total pigsty in here! It's about time you started spring cleaning."

"Mo-om." Andy whined, annoyed at her interruption. "I'm in the middle of something right now. Annoy Molly, okay?"

"Well fine mister," She said, heading towards Molly's room. "But be done by noon, I'm planning on having a yard sale."

"Whatever." Andy sighed, returning to his computer. Inside the toy box, the toys huddled together in fear. 'Spring cleaning' and 'yard sale' were the last things they wanted to hear.

"Oh no! She's having another sale!" Jessie cried, grabbing her yarn braid instinctively.

"What if he sells one of us?" Rex wailed. "I don't know if I could take losing anymore friends!"

"Oh shut it, would ya?" Mr. Potato-head groaned. "We're all gonna get sold, so just get over it."

"Hey, hey, that's not true!" Woody said, trying to calm the group. "If Andy's kept us this long, he's bound to keep us longer. You'll see." Just as Mr. Potato-head was about to make a remark back, Andy opened the toy box. The toys immediately froze into position, and didn't make a move as Andy looked through the box. The toys were in luck. He got rid of an unused pack of stickers, an old tape player and 64-set of unused crayons, then shut the box. As the toys heard Andy walk away, they all let out a sigh of relief.

"See, what did Woody tell you guys? He wasn't gonna-" Buzz started, but was interrupted by the voices in the hallway.

"Do you need some help carrying this stuff, Molly?" Andy asked his sister. The toys lifted the lid of the toy box to watch what was happening outside.

"Um, yeah. Thanks Andy." Molly replied, handing some of her boxes to him.

"What are you getting rid of?" Andy asked, sorting through the boxes. "Let's see... dominoes, kid's T.V. Shows, and..." Andy paused for a moment. The toys watched as he pulled Bo Peep out of the box. "You're getting rid of Bo Peep?"

"Yeah, I don't need that lamp anymore." Molly said, heading towards the stairs. "Come on, let's go." Andy stared blankly at Bo Peep's porcelain face for a moment, then reluctantly put her in the box and went down the stairs.

"No, not Bo..." Jessie said sadly. All of the toys instinctively looked at Woody, wondering how he'd react. Normally, he would just sadly say 'don't worry guys, we'll see them again someday', for he had long given up trying to save every toy that was sold, but today was different. Woody was standing in awe, his eyes glazed over as if his soul had left his body. Jessie placed her hand on Woody's. "Are you okay, Woody?" She asked quietly.

Suddenly, Woody's usually calm and optimistic nature snapped. Without any words to his friends, he leaped out of the toy box, and ran to the windowsill.

"Woody!" Buzz shouted, he and the other toys running after him, "What are you doing?"

Woody turned from the open window and stared at Buzz. He clenched his right hand into a fist, and straightened his hat.

"I'm gonna save her. I will do whatever it takes." Woody said with a determined smile. And with that, he jumped from the window, and slid down the drainage pipe to the front yard.

"Woody!" His friends shouted after him, but nothing would stop him now.

Woody hid in the bushes near the driveway, and peaked through the leaves to see where Bo was. He saw Andy and Molly place the box on one of the various tables.

"Are you sure you want to get rid of all this stuff?" Andy asked, glancing at the box.

"If you want to keep anything, go ahead." Molly said, carelessly walking back towards the house. Andy looked at the box and picked up Bo Peep again. He stared nostalgically at her. Behind the bushes, Woody felt his hopes rise. Maybe he wouldn't have to save her after all! He was about to grab her box when he was interrupted by his mother.

"Andy! I need your help!" Ms. Davis called from the other side of the sale.

"Coming, Mom!" Andy replied, placing Bo back into the box.

"No..." Woody whispered. But he knew there was no time to lose. Any minute now, a kid could pick her up.

Woody darted from the bushes to the concrete driveway. Making sure he wouldn't be seen by anyone, he darted from table to table, hiding behind the legs. After what seemed like running for miles, he reached Bo's table. Slowly, carefully, he climbed the leg of the table, pulling himself up with loose nails and wood chunks.

When he saw her box, he gasped in sorrow. Molly was selling Bo Peep for one dollar. Molly, was selling her favorite toddler toy for one dollar. Woody couldn't believe it.

"Hey Mommy, mommy!" A girl cried in the distance. Remembering his mission, Woody climbed into the box. It was completely empty except for Bo, the lamp and her sheep. She sat in the corner, petting her sheep slowly.

"Bo..." Woody said calmly. "Let's go, you need to get out of here." He walked over towards her, and held out his hand to help her up. But she didn't move. She didn't even look up.

"I don't need to go back." Bo said so quietly it was almost a whisper. "Molly... doesn't want me anymore. No one does." She tucked her legs against her chest, and hid her head in her arms.

"That's not true, Bo!" Woody encouraged. "Andy was going to take you back to his room. He wanted you!" Bo looked up, but her beautiful blue eyes looked lifeless and sad.

"But... the person I want is... with someone else..." She said sadly. "What's the point of being there if my beloved doesn't love me? I might as well rot in a landfill."

Woody thought for a moment. Was her 'beloved' Buzz? It made sense. Buzz and Jessie obviously liked each other. But... Bo? He never realized Bo liked him. Then he remembered when they had first met Buzz, at Andy's old house. Bo had said that he was her moving partner, and completely ignored Woody. He sighed heavily, and walked closer to Bo. His hand curled into a fist out of nervousness.

"Bo...I know that maybe Buzz doesn't feel the same way for you but..." Bo looked up at Woody, who had shut his eyes. "But... I love you Bo!" He finally shouted. "And, I know, that maybe I'm not what you wanted, but, but... I want you, and I want you to know that you are wanted!" Bo looked up at Woody, as he turned around in embarrassment. "Bo, I'm sorry-" But before he could say anymore, Bo had gotten up and embraced him tightly. Woody turned back at her, and in spite of himself, hugged her back.

"Woody, you're so..." Bo started. "you're so dumb!"

"...Huh?" Woody asked, puzzled.

"Woody, you're the one I love! Not Buzz! Didn't you wonder why I flirted with you so much?" Woody was silent for a moment, but had never been happier to be proved wrong.

"Well, then what did you mean by I was 'with someone else'?"

"I thought that you were with Jessie! I mean, she's so much like you, and she's a cowgirl, and..."

"Jessie's with Buzz!" Woody chuckled.

"...What?" Bo asked, confused.

"Well, I guess you wouldn't know since you're in Molly's room so much, but Buzz and Jessie are obviously together." Bo stared at Woody blankly for a moment, then began laughing. Woody joined in as well.

"We sure are stupid, huh?" Woody laughed.

"Yeah." Bo agreed. She looked up at him, and hugged him tighter. Woody hugged back, wrapping his arms around her porcelain body. "I love you." She said, staring up at him.

"I love you, too." He replied. Slowly, Woody leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.

"You're too shy." She giggled, as she kissed his lips. They both closed their eyes, and held each other warmly. They kissed for awhile, until finally Woody looked down at her and smiled. She smiled back.

"Come on Bo. Let's go back to Andy's room." Woody said, holding out his hand.

"Yes, let's." She said, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. They walked over to her sheep, holding hands. "Come on boys, we're gonna go to-"

"Mommy! Mommy! What's in here?" A little girl asked, as she looked into the box. Bo Peep and Woody dropped to their inanimate forms as the girl picked them up. "Look, it's a pretty princess!" She said, gesturing to Bo. "And she's got a cowboy boyfriend!" She said, pointing to Woody.

"Honey, those toys obviously don't go together. They don't look anything alike." The girl's mother said, calmly walking towards her.

"But mom, look! They're holding hands!" The little girl shouted. "I want them!"

"Let's see," The mother said, looking into the box. "Oh, she comes with a lamp. You could use that dear, so I'll get it."

"Yay!" The girl cheered, handing Woody and Bo to her. The woman placed them both in the box, and walked to Andy's mom. She had closed the lid, so there was no way for Woody and Bo to escape.

"Have you found something you liked?" Ms. Davis asked, as the lady reached the counter.

"Yes, I'll get these for my daughter." She said, handing the box to her.

"Oh dear," Ms. Davis said, grabbing Woody. "I'm afraid this one's not for sale. You can buy the Bo Peep, but the cowboy's ours."

"Is that okay with you?" The mother turned to ask her daughter. But she ran off to look at other things. The mother sighed. "Sure, I'll get it."

Ms. Davis walked into Andy's room for the second time that day, carrying Woody.

"Andy!" She shouted, so he'd take out his headphones.

"What is it mom?" Andy asked, pausing his iPod.

"It's this." She held out Woody, and handed to him. "This doll always ends up at all the yard sales. You need to watch him." She left and shut the door. Andy stared at Woody with a puzzled look.

"Oh well." He shrugged, putting him in the toy box. "Molly must have messed with my stuff again."

"Andy!" Molly called from downstairs. "We're going out tonight! Come down here!"

"Coming..." Andy said, leaving the room.

"What happened, Woody?" Jessie asked frantically.

"Are you alright?" Buzz asked, equally as worried. "Did you save Bo?" Woody stared at his worried friends sadly. His eyes were glazed over, and he had a look of pure sadness that none of the toys had ever seen before.

"Are... you okay, Woody?" Jessie asked, reaching for his hand. Woody pulled his away, and backed away slowly.

"I... I think I need some time alone." Woody said, as he left the toy box. "Don't follow me." He walked around Andy's empty room, and hid behind the shades when Andy came back from dinner. That night, while everyone was asleep, Woody sat alone at the windowsill, staring blankly at the dark world outside. Bo could be anywhere by now, he thought, as he rested his head against the window. He felt some tears trickle down his face.

"I... didn't even say goodbye..." He whispered as he began to cry, a cry which lasted for days.

Author's note: Heh, this is my first fanfic, and I'm glad it's getting some attention. I'm sorry for the cheesyness, I guess my creativity just shuts down after five in the morning... oh well, thank you all for the reviews and the faves, and I will be writing more soon! And I want to see the movie again soon, too. So see y'all later! (heh, western accent fail)