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	BUZZ	Jessie, I think we should talk about Peter.
	BUZZ	I think I'm ready.
	LARXENE	Soooooooooo...
	ALICE	Jessie, hi. It's Alice.
	MAUL	I am not good at this sort of thing
	WILL	if i tell people about it, it'll freak them out
	CHLOE	hey it's chloe
	BUZZ	There's a deer come to visit in the garden
	VENKMAN	Strings
	BUZZ	Found my Fluid
	MAMI	A gift
	BUZZ	doggopic.jpeg
	FERN	dude! you and Buzz are dating? that's great
	BUZZ	So...Woody asked me about what we were hiding from him.
	BUZZ	Sorry. I'll be okay.
	BUZZ	--Rex would be a real dinosaur?!
	THE DOCTOR	Hello, this is The Doctor. Is this Jesse?

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	BUZZ	Hey howdy hey
	RUBY	Oh my god I found lemonade in the toaster this morning.
	SANA	Howdy there. I um... wanted to apologise for when you last saw me
	VENKMAN	I gotta keep this short because...
	VENKMAN	Hey-howdy-hey. This is your afternoon check-up call...
	BUZZ	I still don't know why we all go so many presents anyway.
	WOODY	Hey. You around? To talk, I mean?
	BUZZ	Mami fucking died

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[he still has his hands on the poor horse's felt mane-- can't imagine what the poor guy went through waiting for them all to get back, knowing woody had been nabbed. buzz lets his hands drop after a moment, assuming the puppyhorse will want to see his... ooowner? partner? rider? not sure which one of those jessie is. friend, most certainly.

at any rate, he's not going to lie.]

Glad to see you back safely. I, uh... had to do something extremely unpleasant to help someone. The physical effects should wear off soon.

[boy, but he's not gonna forget what he had to do.]

I'm just tired, really. I'll be fine.

[Jessie would usually go for 'friend'- it usually encompasses everything else pretty easily. She comes over to them, one hand patting Bullseye's back in greeting, but the horse is not her focus here. She certainly doesn't look even slightly convinced on this 'fine' business. In fact, the worry is very much growing. She's pretty goddamn tired, but she knows sleep isn't going to happen anyway, not the way this month works- so she'll use her remaining energy trying to deal with this.]

What did you have to do? What did it do to you? Why're you so... faded?

[And, again, just in case she didn't make herself clear the last time:]

You don't look fine.

I don't fully understand what it did, but-- you know Fern, right? You've spoken to him... the kid made of grass? The moon made him really sick. So... I got a cure from one of the doctors. It was a ridiculous, risky move, but he was suffering so badly, what else could I have done...?

[he puts a hand on his chest with a light clack.]

I had to give part of myself away and let it be pulled out, but I was assured with my successful deliverance of the cure, it'll come back in time.

I know Fern. He's a good kid. I didn't know he got sick, the poor guy.

[She's worried because this place is hurting kids and she hates that. But she's also worried about Buzz, and none of this is helping any. Because if Buzz says something is risky...well, it's really risky. ]

You... gave away your voice box?

[Because that's the first logical step she can reach there. But then, there's nothing missing out of him. His chest is intact. Whatever was taken had to be metaphorical- right? You can't just... lug chunks out of a Buzz Lightyear toy, they're not designed for that.

But then the whole, faded, tired mess that is Buzz suddenly clicks into place and the realisation of exactly what he did settles on her. Her eyebrows raise, surprise and an underlying current of something else flickering over her expression. Bullseye, sensing the coming storm, carefully trots to the side. ]

You gave away your heart?

[A small, spiteful part of her thinks that's not yours to give - but that's ridiculous - and fleeting, and for once she catches the emotion and squashes it down before she lets it out into the open. He can do what he likes with it, it is his heart, and he used it to save a kid. Logically, logically she knows this, and she knows he wouldn't be Buzz if he didn't go full out on trying to save someone. It's not the first time he'd put himself on the line for someone else, and it sure won't be the last. It's who he is, selfless and stalwart to the end and she truly does love him for it.

But even logically knowing all that, it still stings- and she doesn't like it one bit. It feels selfish to be hurt about this. He did it to help a kid and here she is, upset that he gave away something that was his to give. But she has a vested interest in the heart and the idea he gave it away stings all the same- much as she doesn't like that it does. ]

Edited 2019-10-28 23:02 (UTC)

[Uncharacteristically, she puts a lid on it. She can't be angry at him, not for being... himself. And as much as it stings, she doesn't want to have him deal with that. She knows, oh she knows, it's her old damage rearing its ugly head and that's not Buzz's fault. So, she takes a deep breath and the storm Bullseye feared didn't come. She just put this in the pile of stuff she hates with every fibre of her being but can't do a dang thing about. Like Woody leaving, or Pete turning on them.

She folds her arms, an unconscious barrier as she tries to wrangle her own head to work this out without flipping out. ]

...Are you sure it'll come back? What happens if it doesn't?

[honestly even if everything he's feeling right now is incredibly dulled, he still feels a wince and still actively winces at her reaction to it all. it's not like he's suddenly forgotten all this. maybe it's kind of ironic how the wince comes out when she says voicebox, rather than heart. he doesn't quite know about what woody did back home, but it's an unpleasant enough concept.

he really hates making her upset, even though he knows this time was unavoidable; this time it was something he had to do. hell, he's not even sure if his immediate thought of at least it was for a good cause is something he should say. that pesky interference!!] I can only believe that as the cure worked as it was meant to, the after-effects will as well.

[it's a bit of a lame answer-- buzz knows that, but it's no less genuine.]

Edited 2019-10-29 17:19 (UTC)

So you're not sure?

[There might be a tiny sliver of panic dipping into her tone. This could very well be permanent. The Doctor could've lied- maybe this whole sickness was used to make decent folk do just this. To give up such a vital part of them because they wouldn't and couldn't stand by and let someone else suffer.

He arms uncross, as she moves her hands in front of her, clasping and unclasping in that nervous tic of hers. Okay. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. It might fix, he might be right. He might be okay. But he also might not. ]

I don't- do you know how long it's supposed to even last?

...No. There's no way to be sure until it actually happens.

[he sees that, and he cautiously reaches a hand out to her. this was kind of a stupid thing to do without telling her or consulting her in advance, but at the same time buzz knew he didn't really have an option.]

I'm sorry, Jessie. The only other options were either impossible for me or something that might've been worse than this. All things considered, I took the easy way out.

[...]

...But even so, it was irresponsible of me to not tell you I was doing something like that until after the fact. I didn't even know how or when I was going to tell you because I was so focused on helping Fern. I think I made it worse by leaving him to get the cure instead of somehow getting him to come with me... [man, these feelings of being a stupid dumb space failure that're coming with his acclimation to the actual scope of their problems here really suck.]

[Jessie doesn't flinch away from him which really does speak volumes about how much she actually trusts him. She does her best to pull herself away from the precipice of a panic spiral - because that will not help the situation for either of them. And this might just wind up fine, she might be worrying over nothing. ]

No- it's not that. I get why you did it. You couldn't have left him sick, you wouldn't be you if you did.

[Because a Big Damn Hero is just who Buzz Lightyear is. His tone starts that worry back up- less vivid, but still there. He doesn't sound right at all. He sounds so... negative. She puts a hand on his shoulder, offering a small smile. She can't really help her own emotional garbage fire mess, but she can sure help him with his.]

Hey now, you did everything you could. You're just one toy, Buzz. And you could only do so much. Everything and everyone here is a lot bigger than us. And you still helped him in the end, right?

[it turns out... getting all the positive emotions pulled out of you... makes you feel kinda bad? whoda thought. buzz just looks away with a sigh. she's right, and he knows she's right. he did all he could reasonably do.]

I still could've done better. You didn't see how warped he ended up in the few short hours after I left him. His head was-- I never should've left him!

[...maybe he has a tiny trauma about this. just a small one.]

Edited 2019-10-31 21:13 (UTC)

Buzz.

[Her tone is gentling, soothing. It's a mimic of the tone he's used on her countless times to talk her down from a mood spiral. He can sure recognise A Trauma when she sees one, and she'd really rather he not have to cart all that many around. He's too goddamn good-hearted for that noise, he deserves better. ]

Hey. Don't do this to yourself, okay? You didn't know- and maybe if you hadn't of left him, you wouldn't have been able to cure him. Or he wouldn't have gone with you. There's no telling. You did the best you could by him, and I'm sure he appreciates you saving him a lot. You did a great thing. Don't doubt that.

[he's quiet for a long time as she speaks. this sort of thing would work normally, but he can't even tell if what he's feeling is real or if it's just part of the cure. he doesn't doubt he'd be upset about what happened but to this degree?

feelings are extra hard right now and everything about this is unprecedented.]

...I think I just need to sleep it off.

[Feelings are the worst and she instinctively wants to protect his. Normally she'd just decide to go punch/yell at whoever made him feel bad. But he did this to himself, and she doesn't want to punch or yell at him. ]

...Maybe that would help?

[She really hecking hopes it does or she's going to have to find the Doctor that took his heart and do... something. She doesn't know what yet. Maybe she can lob a brick at his head. That might fix things. ]

You need me to do anything? [Something. Anything. Some way to help.]

Maybe. [he reaches out and gives her hand a squeeze, hating that he's basically just going through the motions instead of being able to feel it properly and genuinely. he'll act like it's fine now, but if she's right and those feelings never come back...

...well, he'll work something out. not being able to feel it properly right now doesn't mean his feelings have changed at all. they're still there, just buried somewhere. she was the last thing he thought of before his heart was pulled out and she'll remain at the forefront of his mind no matter what.] Can you... maybe check in on Fern? I didn't want to leave him again but circumstances dictated otherwise.

[he almost asks her not to tell the others as well, but stops himself. what she does in that regard isn't his choice to make or control. don't be shitty, idiot.]

[Oh, she can tell he's going through the motions and it twists in her non-existent gut in the most awful way. She hates this. Absolutely and completely. There's a desire to curl into herself and slam up those defensive walls of hers until this awfulness has passed. But that won't help, she knows it won't. This is one of those times where she has to get the better of herself, rather than the other way around.

She nods, returning that lil' hand squeeze.]

Okay. I can do that.

[She's worried about the kid, too- perhaps not as much as she's worried about Buzz, but enough to be concerned for his wellbeing. And if this is something she can do to help Buzz out... well, she'll do it. Wise move, Space Ranger, don't be shitty. ]

You get some rest, okay?

I'll do my best. Thanks.

[he gives her hands another squeeze-- unable to think of anything else to do or say. ordinarily, this wouldn't be a problem for him. when he can barely feel anything? yeah, it's not that easy. buzz disappears up the stairs and after...

...he's not sure, actually. maybe manages to pass out for half an hour after like an hour of rolling around and groaning irritably. the emotional change from the cure wearing off is so strong it pulls him out of semi-unconsciousness with a jerk. his thoughts go to jessie first, as they always do, so he rolls over and scrabbles towards his stupid huge fluid, quickly tapping out a text to her:]

I think it came back. Where are you? Are you okay?

[then when he's 5% more awake he realises a text is stupid and immediately calls her.]

Edited 2019-11-03 00:21 (UTC)

[Jessie had been doing what she promised- checking in on Fern- and was making her way back when Buzz's text comes through. She reads it and feels an overwhelming sense of relief. She's been so goddamn worried about him. She didn't know if he would get fixed- and how the heck they were supposed to help him live a life sans his heart. Knowing it's back lifts away a shadow that's been dogging her for the time she's been waiting to hear from him.

She's about to reply when she gets a call instead. Still, a smile crosses her face as she answers. ]

Hey you. You feeling better? I'm on my way home. Fern's fine.

[probably all the crap that's happened this month that he woke up and immediately thought that someone was in danger. everyone's fine, ya dingus! she can probably hear the soft exhale of relief from his side when he hears her voice, chipper as always.]

Yeah. Now I just feel like I was being dramatic over nothing. [which... is slightly true. he did genuinely feel completely horrible. you know how it is, looking back at something. he does not enjoy the loss of composure.] Do you want me to come out and meet you?

[She hears it, and she's glad it's there. It furthers the promise that he's back to normal. ]

Well, even you can be dramatic every once in a while- it doesn't have to be just me and Woody all the time. [Even if they're both REALLY good at it.] And I wouldn't say it was nothing. It was a pretty big something.

[She sure had been genuinely scared for him. ]

Yeah, sure. I'm on [give her a sec, she's checking] Maple Street, making my way up.

[he knows exactly where that is. once again, his obsessive map studying comes in handy.]

You weren't around for the days when I used to do a backflip across the room for... no reason. Fun. [buzz you still do that, don't act like that's a habit you've since grown out of. you haven't. you never will. you'll be jessie's age and still stunting on the youth by doing a standing backflip.] How was Fern?

[she did already say he was fine, but...]

[More than once his obsessive map-reading has come in handy. One day, it might save their lives!]

Buzz, I'm pretty sure I saw you do a backflip across the kitchen this morning. Unless I was imagining things.

[She appreciates his backflips, they're nice to look at. She quickens his pace a little, she suddenly, desperately needs to see him. To be sure that he's back to normal- that he's got that wonderful heart of his back. ]

He's fine. Better. I think he's still a little confused about it all, but he's not sick any more. You can relax. You helped him a lot.

...I needed the momentum.

[he didn't. it was just for show, because he's Like That.]

I'm glad to hear it. [he says, voice fading out lightly as he's getting out the house. there's that tip tap tip tap of plastic boots on cobblestone!] ...I'll relax when I know he won't change again.

[sorry, jessie. he's full ~~boyle~~ woody on this one.]

If you say so, Space Ranger.

[She doesn't buy it, not one bit.

The fact he's so gosh-darn concerned over the kid is further proof at Buzz is back to himself, and she should be able to breathe easy. But, like Buzz, she kind of needs to see the proof before she'll really believe it.

She heard that familiar sound of his boots and it gives her some comfort- just like when she arrived here. It means he's coming, that she'll see him soon and it'll make everything just that little bit better. He's always been a ray of light to push away the darkness for her and now is no exception. ]

Well, that's fair. I'm sure he'll wanna see you.

[But her first, sorry Fern, she's going to be a touch selfish here. You can have him later. She turns into the next street, already looking for him. At least her lanky ragdoll legs means she can cover a decent amount of ground when she wants them to.]

Said like someone who didn't think to use the spatula as a springboard, [he says, the insufferable smugness almost palpable.]

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