AN: I meant to have this out months ago, I really did but stuff came up and… yeah, didn't go as planned. Sorry for the long wait.

Here is the conclusion and thanks to all for your wonderful response to this.

Ps. Writing from a toys POV was way more difficult than I anticipated.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Why can I never stand up for myself? Was a thought that constantly ran through Bonnie's mind after her encounter with those stupid boys.

She hated the fact that she let them tease her that way without being able to form a single word in her defense. It was sad to think she was proud of the fact that she hadn't run off in tears like she normally did when they teased and pushed her around.

"Hey Bonnie, you alright?"

Her head snapped up to meet the worried looks of her friends as they walked slightly in Infront of her as they exited the carnival through the front. After she gained her composure back she quickly went after her friends and instead of letting those boys ruin her otherwise fun day at the carnival she smiled and convinced her friends on going on as many rides as they could and eating so much carnival food she was sure to regret it later on.

She smiled and laughed as though nothing wrong had happened during the short time she wondered off but she had a suspicion they knew something was wrong.

"It's just, you've been awfully quiet for a time and we wondered if everything was alright?" Melody asked twiddling her hands as they walked.

"I'm fine really, I guess I just spaced out and started thinking about that essay we had to about what we admire," Bonnie smiled sheepishly quickly thinking of an excuse. This was somewhat true… since she had yet to think of a topic on which to write about. Despite her hard-working and studious nature, she was embarrassed to reveal she was a firm procrastinator… she was trying to get better, she really is.

Her friends shared a look as they walked along the sidewalk to Dot's where they would later get dropped off via car to each of their respective houses.

They knew she wasn't alright and despite her cheerful attitude, they knew it was only a matter of time before the words would start to weigh on her and bring her back down. They weren't sure how to help her.

Bonnie smiled sadly as they turned back and started to talk amongst themselves and even if they tried to involve her in the conversation Bonnie only smiled and agreed. She was too busy berating herself for being weak to focus on the conversation.

Sighing, she looked around the evening town and reveled in the peacefulness it brought her. It was a shame she didn't bring her sketchbook with her. Drawing the Ferris wheel illuminated by the setting sun would have been a fun thing to-

"OW!"

"Bonnie are you alright?!"

Wincing, and using one hand to swipe at the worried hands of her friends, she used the other to rub at the sore spot on her forehead where she hit something. Honestly, if it was a shoe hanging from a branch she is going to scream.

Still rubbing her forehead, she glared up at the offending object only to freeze.

It- it couldn't be. It really couldn't possibly be!

"What the hell?" Dot frowned only to yelp when she got punched in the arm by Vanessa.

"Language," Vanessa hissed.

"Shh" Melody quieted both before turning to a stunned Bonnie. "Is everything okay?"

Bonnie couldn't answer as shockingly reached to take the object which bumped into her. Gently tugging it down she held it in her hands just staring. After all these years he couldn't possibly be here. Right?

Swallowing, she carefully lifted a boot and upon seeing a name her breath hitched and she bit down a sob.

Despite it being smudged and almost nearly unreadable she distinguished a name. Her name. Her awful toddler writing was written on the boot of the cowboy she had thought she would never see again.

"It's Woody," she breathed out still staring at the toy in her hands.

"How the- I literally walked past there like five seconds ago where did he come from?" Dot muttered glancing up at the tree in stunned confusion.

"Are you sure?" Vanessa asked choosing to ignore Dot.

"Yeah, see he has my name on his boot," Bonnie smiled holding out Woody's boot to prove it.

All three girls could (albeit much squinting) saw Bonnie's name clearly on his boot.
"Well, what do you know," Melody smiled.

The four girls walked on in a much better mood.

With a smile on her face, Bonnie walked with a bounce in her step.

She never noticed the small movement of Woody's hand waving the figures hidden in the shadows.

"WOODY!"

Woody barely had time to prepare himself before he was grabbed and hoisted up in the air by an ecstatic Jessie.

"Nice to see you too Jess," Woody coughed out struggling to get a breath as he was squeezed tighter.

Quickly realizing she was choking him Jessie let go and he promptly fell taking deep breaths as the others starting talking on how much they missed him, and questions were flying all over the place.

He forgot that they could be loud.

"Oh, Woody we tried to help like you do but nothing seemed to work," Jessie frowned holding her hat down in anxiety. "Bonnie was sad for a long time when she realized you were gone, and we didn't know what to do and- and- "

"Okay Jessie take a deep breath like before," Woody instructed placing his hands on her shoulders.

"But- but- "

"Deep breathes Jess," Woody insisted and took one for her to follow the lead.

Jessie followed suit before throwing her arms around him in joy. She thought she would never see him again and yet here he was.

"You came back," she whispered still hugging him.

Woody smiled down at her and hugged her back. "Yeah."

"But what about Bo?!" Jessie cried jumping back looking at him in panic.

"Trouble in paradise?" Ham asked inching forward.

"Maybe he got tired of all the noise and food," Mr. Potato head suggested.

"No, no nothing like that," Woody quickly interrupted because experience taught him if he didn't there would be no peace.

The other toys quickly grew quiet.

"I just realized I couldn't go on with not seeing this through," he simply said.

"See what through?" Rex asked but was quickly assured to the side by Dolly.

"Okay you guys come on Bonnie would be back soon time to take your places," she said taking a stand beside Woody.

"But we want to know what happened?" Slinky asked.

"Come on you heard her take places before Bonnie comes back up," Woody said before adding. "I'll tell you guys everything later tonight."

With slight frowns on their faces, the toys followed suit. They had more questions but for the first time, they were glad to be ordered around by Woody (they'll rather get thrown to the dogs than tell him).

The toys quickly got into place but Buzz stayed behind. Woody had really missed him though he would never really admit it.

"Welcome back cowboy."

"Great to be back space ranger."

"You still got it cowboy," Dolly smiled up at him.

Woody smiled softly over at her before they heard footsteps quickly making their way towards the room. He tilted his hat in anticipation.

"ShowTime."

Bonnie bit her lower lip as she finished sketching a drawing she's been working on of a castle. It's been a long process and the weeks of sketching and erasing were starting to make her feel like giving up when the drawing didn't look like how she imagined it.

She could happily say her drawing was almost complete.

"Watcha got there little miss playtime?"

Immediately Bonnie gripped her sketch pad tightly to her chest as fear and panic gripped her. Oh, not again. This wouldn't be the first time they approached her as she finished a sketch, but usually those encounters resulted in tears and shredded paper.

"Go-go away Vincent," Bonnie stammered looking down trying to make herself as small and uninteresting as possible. If she was boring maybe he'd lose interest. Bonnie snorted to herself. As if that ever worked. It only seemed to encourage him.

"I just wanna know what you drew today Playdate," Vincent grinned inching towards her but Bonnie inched back.

Bonnie knew where this was leading, and she couldn't allow it. She worked too long and hard to finish this drawing and she didn't want it to end up like so many others.

"Just le-leave alone," Bonnie gulped backing off with her sketchpad held tight to her chest. She didn't want him to get it. She knew what would happen if he did. What should she do… what would Woody do…?

Vincent laughed and made a swipe for her sketchpad, but Bonnie ducked out of the way. She wouldn't allow it. She was done. Not another one of her sketches would be ripped apart. Not another day would go past with him and his little friends making her feel ashamed.

Bonnie swallowed and a quick (and most likely rash) decision she straightened her back and held her head up high.

"I'm not going to let you rip up any more of my hard work," Bonnie stated harshly. She was done always dealing with his teasing.

"Oh, and whatcha gonna do about it?" Vincent grinned getting up in Bonnie's face, his stupid grin that made her want to punch him.

With no shame or hesitation… that was exactly what she did.

When she would look back at this moment years later, she would smirk remembering the very high pitch yelp he made.

"Do you think she's all right?"

Woody looked back to see Dolly with a worried look in her eyes as she made her way to stand beside him watching the window.

He frowned and looked out the window once more. It was late. It was a school night. And Bonnie wasn't home yet.

"She's fine maybe she just got caught up," Woody said offhand.

Dolly sighed worriedly at the thought that maybe something had happened to Bonnie.

Woody glanced over at her and smiled. He knew that feeling all too well.

"She'll be alright," he said catching her attention. "Just have faith in her." He smiled.

Dolly weakly chuckled and nodded.

At that moment the car pulled into the driveway and they quickly got into position.

"Bonnie you know you shouldn't have done that," they heard Mrs. Anderson say.

"Come on Honey," Mr. Anderson said. "That boy had that punch coming a mile away."

Punch? Bonnie? Surely, they couldn't mean…

"Maybe but we shouldn't give her the idea that punching boys are the answer to everything," Mrs. Anderson reprimanded.

Bonnie punched a boy. That didn't sound like her. Why would she punch him? Woody frowned at the swarm of questions that filled his head. He found it difficult to remain still on Bonnie's nightstand the longer they spoke.

"Only certain occasions," Mr. Anderson answered causing her to loudly sigh.

The door opened and closed, and Woody found himself ever glad he followed he hadn't moved. It would have resulted in a very uncomfortable conversation.

Sure enough, he was soon picked up by Bonnie who, he had imagined being upset by the entire situation considering she didn't really like violence, was oddly smiling.

Bonnie let out a laugh and fell on her bed with Woody still gripped in her grasp and for a fleeting moment Woody was reminded of the moment where Bonnie had placed him on her sheet and flung him in the air all those years ago. The moment he remembered what flying felt like.

"I did it Woody," she smiled holding him tightly. "I finally stood up for myself."

He felt himself move and soon found himself looking at her face. Her eyes glistening with tears but her smile told him they were of joy.

"I stood up for myself."

After the punching incident, Bonnie naturally found herself grounded (a week wasn't so bad considering the proud looks on her parent's face, even her mom's) and it was well worth it.

She talked to her teachers about the bullying and they assured her they would handle the situation. When her friends found out they congratulated her.

School got easier now that she didn't have to deal with the bullying but what made her feel even better was this level of confidence she felt she gained. Growing up she never really had all that much confidence to begin with, so it was a nice change to actually feel like she could trust her gut and believe in her decisions.

Time flew by quick and she found herself staring down the seemingly endless locker filled hallway that was the high school.

Unlike previous years where the first day of class terrified her, she found herself eagerly awaiting what the day had to offer. What she would learn and what she would see.

She was excited at what the pencil of her life would draw next.

Bonnie was now in high school and Woody could feel the panic slowly sink in.

Would it be like Andy where he kept them in the treasure chest? Or would Bonnie donate them?

Over the years, Bonnie hadn't really gotten rid of any of her toys. She would donate some to Sunnyside (Barbie and Kent would happily welcome any toy and they were ecstatic to know Woody had returned) but she kept her favorites as decorations in her room. Woody's place on her bedside table became just that. His place. She never moved him and he found himself enjoying listening to what she would mumble as she wrote her homework or drawled whatever her mind conjured up.

But she was a teenager. Teenagers don't really play with toys anymore.

"I'm sure everything will be fine Woody," Buzz assured coming to stand by Woody on the bed. They overlooked as the others played on the floor or conversed with each other.

Woody smiled over at before letting a small frown grow on his face.

Buzz was right, right?

He felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked up to see Buzz smiling at him.

"Bonnie isn't going to throw you in the closet anymore," Buzz smiled.

"Yeah you're right," Woody agreed smiling now for real.

"Because it's filled to the brim there isn't any room to toss you in."

"BUZZ!"

"That's finally over," Dot smiled stretching her arms over her head as they exited the front doors of the school.

"I felt my brain slowly come up with ways on how to end it all," Vanessa yawned.

"How many times do you think I have to bang my head on the desk before I can file a lawsuit for endangerment of a minor?" Melody moaned.

"About 40 times," Bonnie sighed heaving her backpack.

"How about what organs do I not need?" Dot asked as they walked home.

"Your kidney, part of your pancreas, part of your liver," Bonnie answered stifling a yawn.

"But if you want money you have to do it through the black market or else it's considered a donation," Melody frowned.

"Urgh I need money," Dot whined.

"Get a job," Vanessa said.

"Too much work," Dot moaned harder.

"Become an actor. They get paid for being dramatic, you already have that going for you," Melody suggested barely concealing a smirk.

Dot's response was a hard glare.

As her friends continued moaning about being poor Bonnie was deep in thought. They were right. Spring break was starting, and she needed to start planning on being productive. Staying in her room and sketching or surfing the internet was not productive in her mom's dictionary.

But what could she possibly do to earn money?

Woody was bored.

Normally he wouldn't be bored at this time of day since the other toys would be up to some mischief but oddly today, they were quiet.

He found himself wishing they would cause some trouble just so he could do something.

Groaning in defeat he moved from his position on Bonnie's bed to her bedside table hoping to find anything interesting to distract himself.

He riffled through her stuff hoping to find anything when he did.

Bonnie's sketchpad.

Woody was surprised at that because Bonnie never left home without it. She always insisted that inspiration could any time and he knew because he sometimes he would glance through her school notebooks only to see random doodles or complete sketches riddled throughout.

He should feel chagrined at the fact she's doodling in class (but her report cards say otherwise) but the level of professionalism Bonnie took in her sketches was amazing.

Flipping through the sketches Woody felt pride in his kid.

Sketches of castles, landscapes, people filled the sketchpad and Woody got a look in how Bonnie saw the world. She colored some of her sketches but left more in black and white.

There was one sketch that caught his eye though. One of him.

Woody was surprised. Bonnie might have drawn him when she was young but those were drawing of a child. This drawing reminded him of something he'd seen when he was abducted by Al.

However, it wasn't the drawing that surprised him but the scene of him she had drawn. It was a scene he was all too familiar with. The moment when Mrs. Anderson held him and Forky in her hands. The moment Bonnie had chosen Forky over him without a second thought. It was a moment he wished he could forget but couldn't. Although it didn't bother him anymore since he knows Bonnie cares for him deeply he couldn't forget the aching pain he felt then.

What really caught his eye was the handwritten note she wrote in her cursive writing at the bottom part of the page.

"How could I forget?"

The simple question made Woody gulp. He figured Bonnie didn't remember that moment. She was a child. Children forget what they did an hour ago, so he assumed Bonnie didn't really have memories of that summer. This drawing proved that she does remember.

"She felt really guilty for a long time."

Woody looked up to see Buzz.

"It really wasn't her fault," Woody shrugged turning back to the drawing.

"Well she cried for weeks after you left and nothing we did could cheer her up," Buzz confided and Woody's fingers gripped the page tighter. Following the days after his return, he was informed by various of his friends just how hard Bonnie took his absence. Each and every one of their confessions pierced his heart and it made him wonder for the hundredth time on just how he could have left his kid so easily. Not a day went passed where he didn't miss Bo and the others yet he couldn't bring himself to regret his decision in coming back. The changes he's seen in Bonnie were unique.

"You did what you could Buzz we've talked about I don't blame you for anything," Woody assured flipping through the pages once more.

Buzz sighed before taking a seat next to Woody to view Bonnie's sketches.

They sat in comfortable silence as they flipped through the drawings and marveled on how Bonnie seemed to get better as each page was flipped.

"How do you do it Woody?"

Woody stopped for a moment and thought the question over.

How did he manage it? You would think he would have the answer after all his years as a toy but he didn't. Each of his three owners were vastly different with their own unique personalities and different challenges they faced. Each one of them he learned a new thing and with each of them Woody did his best to do by.

He often wonders if he did the best for them. If maybe he should have done more.

"You take it day by day and you follow your gut," he responded.

Buzz nodded in thought.

Woody smiled at how much Buzz seemed to have matured through the years. From the dummy Space Ranger he was when they first met to the caring friend he was now, Buzz really had grown.

That thought, however, flew out the window when Woody smacked Buzz's hands away from his voice commands.

So much for maturity.

"You're going to be a what?"

Bonnie winced at her friends shout and quickly waved her hands trying to shush her.

"It's not that bad," she assured.

"A babysitter Bonnie," Dot deadpanned. "A babysitter that deals with kids."

"It's actually a pretty smart idea," Melody imputed from her place on the floor. "The work is easy and not all that demanding."

"Kids," Dot insisted.

Bonnie rolled her eyes before turning over to her nightstand to see Woody proudly displayed. Truth be told her decision to become a babysitter was last minute after she filled in to take care of a neighbors two-year-old for a couple of hours while her parents left for a dinner party. Her mom was busy working and her dad was working on fixing a car problem… so she was left to deal with a tantrum-throwing toddler. The experience was almost enough to make Bonnie swear off children.

It wasn't until Bonnie had, in a last-ditch effort rushed to her room, collected various of her old toys and began trying to distract the girl with colorful toys.

It worked.

Just seeing the smile and laugh of the young girl was enough to make Bonnie take back what she previously said about having kids.

When the parents came home Bonnie offered her services to take care of the girl whenever they wanted to have some time off. A week hadn't passed when they took her up on their offer.

"It's actually a lot of fun," Bonnie smiled remembering on how Suzy (the girl) happily played with her toys.

"Only you would think taking care of kids is fun," Dot sighed before turning to her book.

Bonnie smiled before checking her phone for messages. Ever since she offered to babysit for Suzy, various neighbors or friends of her mom's have asked her to babysit for a night. Almost each of her weekends was taken by taking care of a child. It didn't really bother her since she never went out one night and she would happily admit that she had fun playing with the kids. She learned that each of her charges always looked forward to playing with her toys. Especially Woody.

It filled Bonnie with joy when she would be barely be entering the house when one of the kids would run-up to her asking her to go on an adventure with Woody.

If she was asked on why she took on babysitting as her part-time job instead of working somewhere else she would reply that the pay wasn't bad (it was actually better than she imagined since she was called twice or thrice a week and her pay was by hour) but it was actually the fact that she loves doing what she does.

Seeing the smiles and sharing the laughs with them made her take pride in what she did.

She had a feeling that she wasn't the only one.

Woody couldn't believe how amazing life had become since Bonnie took on babysitting.

It wasn't the fact that all of them got played with at least thrice a week (that was an added bonus!) but it was Bonnie growing up. When she took care of her charges she became more responsible. She learned to cook different kinds of food and barely relied on the microwave. She was stern when she needed to be yet gentle when the kids looked down. Her ideas of adventure never brought a boring time and she came up with problems that the kids would need to solve.

She really had grown from the small girl he had crashed against all those years ago and had become a determined and independent young lady.

Bonnie had become more involved in her schooling and in her final year of high school she had secured an apprenticeship at a local art museum. He knew she was hoping to go to art school for college and the way her sketches had involved he knew she could manage it. It would be hard to see her go when the time came but Woody knew there was always an end to a journey.

Woody smiled as he watched Bonnie wave Dolly in the air in some grand adventure to stop the mean witch from destroying a small town. He could hear the laughs, the gasps and the cries of excitement as she chased Suzy around the yard.

He opted to sit this one out and instead watch over his friends.

Even from here he could the small smiles they had. After going through a period of being left as decoration the time they spent bring played with brought them memories of when Bonnie herself was a young girl.

Moments like this made him realize that this is what being a toy is all about. Seeing your kid go from a timid young person that didn't know how the world worked or what was to come become a kind independent young adult ready to overcome the obstacles that had once hindered them, to see the tears turn in smiles, the sobs into laughs, the fears into motivation… Woody smiled because once again his kid has grown up into an amazing person.

This time he wasn't afraid. He wasn't afraid to say goodbye, it would hurt to see the day when Bonnie would leave, but with his friends, he knew everything was going to be okay.

After all, goodbye doesn't have to be forever.

He remembered shortly after he returned to Bonnie, Andy had come to visit.

Imagine Woody's surprise to see Andy all grown up and accompanied by a girl he had introduced as his fiancée (Woody still remembered Andy declaring girls as gross. How times change). He remembered being proudly held up by an excited Bonnie to Andy who laughed and told her something about him being right about Woody coming back in the time of need. He'll always hold the memory of playing with all three of them close to him.

After, Bonnie had slowly approached Andy with him in her arms. Saying something about Andy coming back for his toys. Although he loved Andy and always will, his place was by Bonnie who still had some growing up to do. A good thing that Andy realized this and told her that it wasn't time yet for him to take Woody back. Andy had left with promises to take care of Woody, his other old toys and even her toys when she went off to art school and would return them when Bonnie had children of her own (Bonnie turned bright red and had stuttered so hard Woody thought she lost the ability to speak). In an act of revenge, his fiancée had whispered to Bonnie that Andy would experience the joys of parenthood first to which Andy very nearly fell over in shock. The howling laughter echoed nearly for an hour.

So yes, Woody wasn't worried about his kid growing up. He was actually quite eager to see the personalities his future charges will have.

He was a toy.

That much is true.

His purpose was to help and he always will.

Through the first of many until the final lesson.

He will stand beside his owner until the change of hands comes.

AN: Thank you everyone for the amazing replies. What started off as me kinda "fixing" or ranting about the ending of Toy Story 4 became a 3 part story when I only intended on it being one part... but then the idea of Woody getting a solo chapter on his side and then this ending… storytelling takes you different directions.

Thank you all again!