Super Nova

Hey guys! Ok, this fic is based on Toy Story characters and some of their plots and ideas. This takes place in an alternate universe, so forget all the cute toy goodness for now! Hehehe. This will mostly be Jessie/Buzz and a little of Woody/Bo. Maybe others as well. This is my first Toy Story fic, and I apologize if it is pretty OOC. But, I'm trying to imagine them as people with human charasteristics. Yeah... Ok, on to the story. Reviewing would be nice.

Ages:

Buzz, Jessie, Emily-14

Woody, Bo-16

"Buzz Lightyear, reporting for—"

"Enough, son, I need to talk to you..."

A young man, dressed in a relatively formal long-sleeved shirt stood, abashed, at his father. Not once had he interrupted his morning salute and speech. Something must have happened.

"Yes, father?" Buzz said, trying not to sound too taken-aback. He kept eye-contact with his head held high and his posture sharp.

His father, Zurg, sighed, resting his head on the arm of the chair he was on. There were really some days when he thought his son was overdoing...well, everything! He was too eager, too much of a perfectionist, and although he shouldn't be complaining for having such a gifted boy...sometimes Zurg wished his son would act more like the other teenagers at the time. At least, not in that school anyway. What were they teaching the future generation? From kindergarten until senior year...that school taught nothing less than cold, hard discipline. And to treat others the same.

Which is exactly why he made his decision. The boy needed a change. He needed to be the kid he never was.

"Son...you will be attending school at Sunside High School starting tomorrow."

"Hurry up, Woody!" Jessie yelled from the doorway, halfway through finishing her toast. She glanced at the clock by the piano and stomped her foot angrily. She was sure her brother would've gotten used to waking up early for school, having attended the place for two years already. She was the one who should be running late! After all, it was her first year. "Oh, great, I'm leaving," she told him when he finally stumbled downstairs frantically brushing his hair and putting his jacket on. He quickly snatched two pieces of toast from the table and ran out the door after his sister, slamming the door shut behind them. He almost forgot to lock the door until he was painfully reminded with a whack to the head by Jessie's bag. "Let's go, we'll be late again."

"Okay, okay, we're going, Jess," Woody muttered, rubbing the back of his now-aching head. He trudged on beside his sister, distracted.

"What took you? I thought I woke you up early!"

"I know, you did. I woke up after that..."

Jessie looked at her brother with worried eyes. He sounded so depressed and moody. He was frowning for no reason, and she could tell he was waging war with something in his mind. Still, he looked so nervous and upset. When she questioned him about his strange behavior, he just became defensive and self-conscious. "Nothing's wrong."

Liar. "Oh, yes there is," Jessie retorted, looking knowingly at Woody's hazel eyes. He blinked and nodded shamefully.

"What is it?"

"Uh...well, can you keep a secret?"

"Maybe..." came Jessie's sing-song voice, looking at the white, puffy clouds above. She grinned.

"Oh. Well, okay...uhm, you know Bo? The student body president?"

"You mean Emily's sister? Oh, yeah."

"Well, she recently broke up with her boyfriend, right? Uhm, Ken, I think." With that in his mind, Woody looked about ready to skip to school. He seemed elated as he walked dreamily by his sister.

"Ooh, I get it. You have a crush on her, huh?" Jessie had her signature grin on, playfully slapping her brother's arm in mock surprise. Woody rolled his eyes and hit her back, but just as jokingly. "Right. So...I want to ask her out. But then again, she's so popular and pretty—'

"Woody, you're just as popular! I've seen you. But as for pretty," she smirked mischievously, "you might need help on that." The two continued their play fight all the way to school. Sunside High School.

After crossing the gate to the campus, they said their goodbyes before hurrying to class. Woody, being a junior, went to the buildings to the left, specifically for the older students. Jessie ran towards several, smaller buildings on the right side for freshmen and sophomores. She caught up with her best friend, Emily, who also seemed to be running late. They chatted rather quickly, as the bells were about to ring. Unfortunately, the two did not share the first period classes and had to go separate ways before even managing small talk. Jessie slipped inside her class, English, before the teacher arrived. Lucky for her, it was Mr. Hamm teaching and he almost always came in late. Upon entering the classroom, she found that barely half her classmates were even there. Obviously they were taking advantage of the teacher's lack of organization skills to get a few more minutes worth of gossip and insults done between each other. Jessie chose her usual seat at the back where no one could call on her. She did not have any friends in this particular class. Not yet, anyway. She was still adjusting to the new faces.

Thirty minutes in, Jessie sighed, defeated, her face buried in her arms on the wooden desk in front of her. Her loose braid hung over her shoulder carelessly, the beautiful shade of red sparkling as the sunlight from the window touched it. Mr. Hamm had just set everyone to read five pages from their textbook and discuss it with the person sitting next to them, and the redhead was the first to finish. Her 'discussion partner' was a nosy, geeky boy who seemed to believe he knew just about everything in classic literature. Although Jessie had supposedly finished reading first, he insisted that she simply did not read the passage thoroughly and refused to discuss anything with someone who did not even understand the story. Jessie ended up ignoring the boy, making a mental note to never sit next to him again. Just as he was rambling about how Romeo and Juliet died to himself (he thought everyone was listening) the boy behind him cleared his throat loudly. Jessie was still half asleep in her arms and did not hear this, so she continued to inwardly complain about the whole class. The dumb classmates. The dumb subject. The dumb teacher...

"Excuse me," the boy who had interrupted the annoying geek said, his voice sharp and serious, "but will you be as kind as to quiet down? If you have not noticed yet, we are all trying to accomplish our work. And we do not need further distractions."

The boy beside Jessie blushed scarlet and stopped babbling almost instantly. He obviously did not want to start a fight with someone who looked about ready to hit him. Jessie, hearing the sudden silence, lifted her head from her arms and looked beside her in surprise and relief. Her partner looked embarrassed and was facing straight ahead, his face an interesting shade of red. Some of her classmates were whispering and pointing to the boy behind him. She craned her neck so she could look at the one everyone was talking about and she stopped short when she saw him.

He was reading, alert and focused, and seemed completely oblivious to the stares and whispers around him. He had short, blondish-brown hair that shone as brilliantly as her own. His eyes were a breathtaking shade of light blue, but also mixed with a little green. He sat up straight, unlike most that were either slumped on their desks as Jessie had or leaning back casually on their chairs. His face was calm and yet intriguing all the same. For some reason, Jessie couldn't help but stare, a weird sensation building up in her stomach area. She wanted to look away, truly she did, but it was if there was a magnetic force pulling her gaze and her whole attention to the boy. 'Where have I seen him before?' wondered Jessie, 'I haven't. Weird. But, he wasn't here during the first few days of school! I'd have noticed...who wouldn't?'

She must have looked stupid, staring at a person she didn't even know for so long. Everyone already stopped; they were too busy chatting with one another or finishing up reading the text. Yet, she couldn't take her eyes of him. She didn't know what she was feeling, but she was beginning to enjoy it. She felt warm and bubbly inside, but much more than usual. It was different...

He looked up suddenly and met Jessie's gaze. She jumped slightly in shock, but managed to force a smile. She could feel her cheeks burning up and she desperately wanted to disappear from the classroom. To her surprise, the boy smiled back. He leaned towards her slightly and said, "Hello."

Jessie froze on the spot. What was she going to say? What if she said something unbelievably stupid? "Oh. Uhm, hello.." Darn it. She was not usually this shy. Heck, she couldn't even remember one time she was as quiet as now.

"I'm sorry if that boy-" he nodded towards the teen in front of him, "-was bothering you. I could hear him; he wasn't exactly discussing much with you, was he?"

Jessie finally smiled and nodded. "Yeah, thanks for quieting him up." She grinned.

"No problem," replied the boy calmly, looking around the class. The teacher still did not appear ready to further their 'discussions' anytime soon. He looked back to the girl near him and smiled. "My name's Buzz."

Jessie, who had been trying to think of a reason to look away, smiled once more. Buzz was his name. "I'm Jessie."

"Jessie," repeated the boy, nodding thoughtfully. It was quiet for a moment between them. Jessie thought it was awkward, but Buzz didn't seem to mind. Finally, Jessie blurted out, "How come I've never seen you 'round?" She seemed surprised at her own daring to start a conversation. When Buzz looked at her in a funny way, she immediately regretted saying anything. To her surprise, he answered with a grin. "I'm new. I just transferred today."

"Oh," was all Jessie could say.

"Yeah..." Another awkward silence.

"Uhm, do you like the school so far?" Why was she so nervous? Why? This had never before been a problem to her! Sure, there were guys every now and then she'd date. Yeah, she had a few boyfriends. But they never lasted.

And she didn't want the hurt to come back.

"Oh, it's fine. This is my first class...so I guess I like the school from where I'm standing." He looked at her energetically. His eyes seemed to blaze with something she'd never seen in a person before. Everything was so different about him, compared with everyone else, of course.

"That's good-"

"Okay, everyone, pack up. The bell is about to ring." Mr. Hamm looked at his students expectantly, as though he had taught them life-changing lessons instead of assigning five pages worth of literature and a chance to chat amongst themselves. Buzz and Jessie were caught off from their conversation as they put away their belongings. As she crammed her book in her bag, she noticed that Buzz had a laptop case with him. Obviously, he was one of the rich kids since only they brought fancy items such as laptops and high-end phones to school. Nobody else could afford those. Suddenly, all the affection she had for the new kid washed away as she grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. When the bell rang, she marched straight out of class without a backwards glance at Buzz. She didn't even notice that he was watching her the whole time during her sudden departure, or the frown on his face.

Jessie walked, angered, into the hallway and towards her locker. Her mind was too occupied to pay attention to her surroundings. Buzz was a rich boy. She hated snobby rich kids. A memory, and a lesson, was enough for her hate anybody who even reminded her of them. Them. Al and Pete. They were supposedly her and Woody's cousins. People they could trust with anything. Any secret. After their parents died, Woody and Jessie were sent to their aunt's house. She was relatively nice to them, since their mom was her twin. For years, they grew up with Al and Pete. They learned to bike together, they went to the same schools, they found out new things with each other's company. They were practically all siblings. Their aunty was very rich; therefore her children were as well. When Jessie was ten, her cousins began to drift away from her and Woody. At their old school, rich kids were prized beyond the rest, and were treated much differently. Soon Al and Pete got caught up with the new treatments and they started to hang out with the popular, rich kids such as themselves. They begun to completely ignore Jessie and Woody, to the point where once they entered campus, they were no longer related. Or even know each other, for that matter. At first, the two didn't mind. After all, they hoped their cousins would change. They did, but for the worst. One day, as Jessie and Woody entered the hallway, happily teasing each other, they were approached by the popular kids, including Al and Pete. They were made fun of for being orphans, something they never told anyone. Obviously their cousins got a little generous with information. Who knew what they let out? Woody was obviously trying not to tackle Al to the ground, and Jessie felt tears stinging the corners of her eyes. The 'popular' crowd got bigger, and more people pointed, laughed, and edged their cousins on. She distinctly heard the chants of "Orphans!" from every direction. Finally, Pete said the worst. Something she'd never forget.

"Hey, Jess, where's your mama now? What did you use tell me about her? She was the bestest friend you'd ever had, right? Oh, not to mention your father! Hahaha, you practically broke down whenever I mentioned his name!" Laughter from the crowd. "Didn't you name your teddy 'Dada'? Or did you really make Woody here your new daddy? Aw, is dada's wittle girl gonna cwy?" Jessie was behind her brother, trying to stop the constant flow of tears. She was hoping a teacher would come. Anyone. But everything just continued.

There was more to Pete's taunts. It was just too painful to remember now. That was why she and Woody lived on their own, their aunty checking in on them every now and then. She had given the two a large amount of money and bought them their current house. It was small, but she enjoyed it fairly well. Woody was all she had left, besides their aunt. After that incident, her brother suddenly grew up ten years. He became more mature and loving. He stopped spending time with friends and more with her. He became her dad that day.

And she could never thank him enough.