Hello all! I took a substantial break from writing at the beginning of the year, and I didn't want to jump right back into my chaptered fics until I could get a grasp on my subject material again. So I decided to do a little one-shot….just to get me back into the swing of writing again. This took a bit of work and a lot of editing, so let's see what you think! ~ Diane x

Oh, and the title merely is from the phrase of the same, and means "to achieve something." Although in this case, it has a double meaning!

Feather in Your Cap

Sitting on the windowsill, enjoying the sunshine, he allows the warm glow emitting through the glass panels to settle on his face. The breeze coming through the gap in the window blows gently, enough to cool him off afterwards.

The breeze sends something else through into the playroom, something small and fluffy. As it descends towards him he swats it away without really meaning to. Following its course towards the desk behind him, he starts to get up, passing across to where it lies, quivering slightly.

Picking it up, he notices how its curve settles over the round tip of his thumb.

It's soft with a hard bone down the middle. Funny how one item can be both, he muses, turning it over in his hands as if it's porcelain.

It's also funny how the plan develops immediately in his mind.

oOoOoOo

"Hm?" Jessie mutters, something near to her ear fidgeting her.

Must be Bullseye again. She told that silly steed not to bother her when she's sleeping. He knows all the problems she has with it.

Turning her head, and pulling down her hat, she's annoyed when the fidgeting begins near her other side. She slaps at the base of her neck, hoping it will stir whatever it is to get lost. But instead of finding the confines of sleep once more, the tickling sensation continues on her nose.

"Pesky fly," she mutters, shooing it away from her face with a careless wave of her hand.

As her hand settles back onto her stomach, she feels aware of someone nearby for the first time since the situation began. She sighs a little - she'll never get back to sleep with that sensation going on. Pushing back her hat a little, she lifts her head slightly and opens one eye, trying to find the source of her irritation.

In front of her is Buzz, kneeling with one hand covering his mouth and his other hand resting on his leg as he chortles quietly to himself.

"Buzz?" Jessie is now fully awake. She narrows her eyes at him, and his head snaps up.

"Oh!" His gaze meets hers.

"Whatcha think ya doing?" She drawls, pulling herself up into a sitting position.

"Oh, er, nothing," he stammers, drawing the hand previously resting on his leg behind his back.

Her suspicions aroused, Jessie leans forward. "What's that?"

"What's what?" Buzz tries his best to look nonchalant.

"That thing you're hiding behind your back."

"Nothing….I'm not….nothing." Buzz stammers again as Jessie starts to crawl forward towards him.

"Show me." She says simply, and he starts to back away from her.

"No."

"Ah, so there IS something." Jessie grins.

"Uh…" Buzz can't defy her logic and so keeps moving backwards until he bumps into something solid behind him.

Jessie pounces in the second he's confused about where to go next, grabbing his arm and yanking it around into view. As they tussle, something falls gently to the floor, something pure white as driven snow.

Picking it up, she notices how its curve settles over the round tip of her thumb.

She glances at Buzz, who's watching her. "A feather Buzz? Really? That's how you choose to torture me in order to wake me up?"

He grins, somewhat hesitatingly. "Yeah. So, I guess that's one up to me?"

She shakes her head with a little smile. "Yeah, okay. One up to you."

"Till the next time, anyway," she adds to herself.

;)