A/N: Howdy! I don't own Toy Story *sniff*.

Sleep Talkin' Ter Jessie

In the morning, Woody told Buzz everything. The whole story.

"I don't believe it," Buzz muttered. "No, I'd remember."

"Nobody ever does," Woody admitted. Before yesterday, he hadn't known he talked in his sleep, either. "You know what you gotta do, right?"

Buzz shook his head. Woody slapped his forehead.

"No, I didn't really think so. Listen, what you gotta do is –"

But Woody was interrupted by a loud yodel, followed by a small THUD! as Jessie suddenly tackled he and Buzz to the ground simultaneously. Woody got up quickly, and in his hurry, he pushed Jessie onto Buzz, who turned bright red as she sat up on his back and decided to stay there.

"I think you should let him move now…" Woody chuckled.

"Naw, he's fine." Jessie looked at Buzz. "Ain't ya?"

"Er…" Buzz's face went about as red as Jessie's hair.

"I don't think so," Woody muttered.

"Aw, go away, ya big pain!" Jessie complained.

"Uh, I'd like to get up now, please…" Buzz said suddenly. Jessie blinked at him and smiled.

"Sure," she said, helping him up.

"You feeling alright, Buzz?" Woody asked. Buzz blinked.

"Sure. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, normally you can't get half a word out around Jessie."

Buzz shrugged. "Dunno. Guess I just had an epiphany."

"A what?" Jessie asked, looking thoroughly confused.

"An epiphany," Buzz explained. "It's when you suddenly realise something. Like in the Simpsons Movie, where Homer suddenly realises other people are just as important as he is."

"Or where Grandpa starts yellin' EPA!"

"No," Buzz said. "That wasn't an epiphany. That was… sort of like a vision."

"Oh." Jessie looked rather downcast.

"Good try though," Buzz said, trying to cheer her up. Jessie smiled and hugged him.

"You're the best, Buzz!"

"Okay, Woody, so what am I meant to do?"

"It's easy!" Woody said. "You wait 'till she falls asleep, then you talk to her, stupid! It's that simple!"

"What do I say?" Buzz asked, suddenly nervous.

"I don't know. Anything!" Woody cried, exasperated. "Does it really matter?"

"What if I run out of things to say?"

"Then go to sleep."

Buzz rolled his eyes. This was about as helpful as Woody got sometimes.

"Huh?" Buzz asked groggily. "What?"

"Shh!" Woody hissed. "You don't want to wake Jessie up! I just got her to go to sleep! Go over and talk to her!"

Buzz grumbled something nasty about Woody under his breath and crawled over to where Jessie was lying.

"J – Jessie?" he asked nervously. "Ma'am?"

"Buzz…" Jessie sighed. Buzz jumped back, thinking she'd woken up, but her eyes were still closed. He realised she was replying to what he'd said.

"Jessie," Buzz whispered again. "I, er… gee, I dunno what to say… um… why'd you tackle me earlier today?"

"I like you," Jessie whispered in her sleep. "I wan'ed ter be near ya."

"Why do you like me?" Buzz asked.

"You're sweet, an' ya glow in the dark, an' you're funny, an' ya smell nice, an' I like bein' with ya."

"Really?"

The sleeping cowgirl nodded slowly.

"I like being with you, too," Buzz admitted. He saw Jessie smile slightly.

"You're handsome, too."

Buzz stroked Jessie's cheek. "I never told you this, but you're beautiful."

"Will ya tell me?"

Buzz chuckled. "Maybe I will, one day."

One day he'd say it.

One day he'd tell her.

One day, he'd get his butt kicked for this, but it didn't really matter right now. Buzz settled down next to Jessie and wrapped his arms around her, and let himself fall asleep, too.

A/N: And that's it, finished. Kinda sad, but at least the ending's sweet.