Just another sweet slash fic

A/N: First of all, I want to thank everyone who reviewed my first CatCF fanfic, I really appreciate your attention and hope for your support in my new fanfic. This is the story of Charlie like I see it. It isn't the way Mr. Dahl shows it, and I'm terribly sorry if I offend anyone with my alternate ending and alternate relationships.

Short summary: During the excursion Charlie and Mike get lost in the rooms of the factory. Will they ever find the way out? Does it mean they already lost? Or maybe they will put their strengths together and survive?

Attention: It's Charlie/Mike slash, so if you don't like it, don't waste your time. I love those two guys, so… let's begin!

Chapter 1: The meeting

9:35. Only 25 minutes till the factory opens. Charlie was looking around with curiosity. Everyone except the legendary owner of the factory, Mr. Willy Wonka, was here. Journalists absolutely everywhere… hey, there are some in the air on a helicopter! The world is going crazy! The lights of cameras were blinding him, but he could see all the other golden ticket winners clearly. A gorgeous girl in furs with a respectable gentleman about 47 years old, already grey-haired; this might be Nut Princess Veruca Salt. A fat guy, eating a chocolate bar greedily with kind of round woman, might be his Mom. Grandpa George called Augustus Gloop a boar, right? Charlie smiled to himself: there was a stereotype that fat people were really kind and nice. And this kid didn't seem to show any sign of empathy or at least politeness. He was too busy filling himself with Wonka's chocolate.

Violet seemed quite normal, but her jaws were moving as fast as if she was talking to herself. And that destroying look! Hey, is she pretending to be a goddess or something?

Suddenly Charlie heard a quiet talk to the left of him.

-Come on, Mike, you should be more polite. Don't you wanna go make some new friends?

-Daaad… what's the point, I already know their names and everything else about them! Communication with those freaks isn't necessary.

-I insist you to get acquainted with them, young man. Now!

-Oh yeah, you know orders never work with me. Have you ever read Freud?

-Mike, please.

-Ok, ok, I'll go and talk with that skinny kid. Happy now? – a voice of a short kid in a black jacket was irritated.

"Stupid father…"-mumbled Mike to himself while approaching Charlie Bucket.

At last, having passed Violet and Veruca, he stopped right in front of Charlie. Mike looked bored at the kid, waiting for something.

-Err… Hi. – said the little Bucket, smiling.

-So you're the lucky winner, right?

-Yes, just like you are…

-Mike Teavee. No luck, just intelligence and a sensible scientific approach.

-Pleased to meet you, Mike. I'm Charlie Bucket.

-Funny name. I haven't found any information about you on the net, Bucket. Do you have a site or something?

-A net? Are you at fishing? That's cool. In summer I catch fish by a fishing rod, though I'm more into swimming. And yes, we have a sight in the town. It's a monument of George Washington in the central district. The theatre can be called a sight too. – Charlie answered, looking friendly at the little guy and not noticing the sarcasm in his eyes.

-You really sound like a bucket, Bucket. –Mike laughed. –I was talking about computers. Don't you know anything about PCs? I wonder what kind of processor you have…

-You must be really smart, Mike Teavee. – said Charlie politely. His voice was sad.

-Hey fellow, you're not completely hopeless! Good luck to you!

-And you. – Charlie whispered, but Mike couldn't hear him because he went back to his dad.