Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognize, which (sadly) includes Willy Wonka. (pout) However, I do own Lenora Benet.

A/N: I always wondered what would happen if Wonka decided to aquire a wife, but only after being told by his lawyer that it was in his and Charlie's best interest. I believe someone has beaten me to the punch so to speak, but mine has a twist or more than one anyway and I already had this planned ask any of my Patriot readers. Anyway, please enjoy and drop a review. I'd loved your input on what you think, good or bad...

Chapter 1

'How do I get myself into these situations?' I asked myself. Here I stood outside of the gate of Willy Wonka Industries. Why was I standing here in the rain? The first reason was only half my fault. My superior, back in America, told me about a new client over in England. Why would someone want a lawyer from across the ocean was something I hadn't thought about. I actually dismissed it from my mind. What my dear boss failed to tell me was that the client was the infamous hermit Willy Wonka. The other, however, wasn't. For what the weather channel failed to predict was the rain that was currently drenching me as I waited for Mr. Wonka to open his damn gates.

For what seemed like the millionth time today, I looked down at my watch. The little hand rested on the seven, while the bigger one rested a tick beyond the five. Making the time 7:06. As if on cue, the gates swung open enough for me to squeeze through. I smiled grimly at the gates. Mr. Wonka was apparently precisely punctual. He had wrote that gates would open at 7:06 and they did at the precise second and no sooner, despite me being drenched in the rain. 'Bastard,' I thought. 'He'd better have a towel handy.' I managed to get my upper body through the gap the gates left me with, quite easily, but my hips were another matter. Being wide as they were, I had to twist my lower body this way and that way to get through. Almost immediately, the gates clanged shut, making me jump slightly. Frowning at the factory in front of me, I smoothed my damp skirt and straightened my waist length jacket. Gripping my briefcase firmly, I lifted my chin and began walking towards the factory. I came to a stop at the steel door and had my hand lifted to knock when it opened almost immediately to reveal two people. One male and the other female. Both were quite plain, but smiled very nicely. I really had no right to complain for I was just as plain as they were.

"Hello! You must be Lenora Benet. I'm Elizabeth Bucket and this is my husband Robert Bucket. Oh my goodness, your soaked through! Hurry! Come in! Come in! Let's get you dried off."

I let her draw me inside, glad to be out of the rain. A towel was wrapped around my shoulders, while my briefcase was taken and set aside. I was given a towel by Mr. Bucket and I gladly began to dab at my damp face, neck, and hair.

"Pardon me, if I'm being rude, but why didn't you have an umbrella?" Mr. Bucket asked from beside his wife, who smacked his arm. 'What?' he mouthed to her, shoulders up in defense.

I smiled slightly as the bickered lowly with each other. I removed the towel hanging on my shoulders and cleared my throat slightly. They both snapped their heads toward me with guilty expressions.

I grinned at them. "It's not rude at all. I didn't have an umbrella for the weather people didn't call for any. I should have known better, of course. England is notorious for it's frequent rain."

"Oh, yes! It is." They chuckled before Mrs. Bucket spoke up. "Well, come along, dear! Charlie and Mr. Wonka are waiting for you!."

The Buckets began walking towards a far door that began to look smaller and smaller as we got closer. My brow was furrowed as we came to stop in front of the door that only a small child could fit through. The Buckets smiled at my expression was one of confusion and scepticism. Mrs. Bucket leaned down to grasp the doorknob and smiled at me as she turned it, pushing open the small door to reveal a field of bright green grass and various colorful plants in front and around a ...house. I walked forward, quite forgetting the size of the door which wasn't very small at all. I looked around me in awe. I was flabbergasted, to say the least, at the sight of a ...chocolate waterfall falling into a chocolate river.

"No other factory in the world mixes its chocolate by waterfall," came a masculine, yet childlike voice from behind me.

"It's most important because it mixes the chocolate. It churns it up and makes it light and frothy," a smaller voice added. I jumped nearly a foot as I looked, clutching my chest. For the second time today, I was flabbergasted as what I saw. There stood a man in the most outlandish clothes I've ever seen. On his head sat a top hat covering a chin length haircut that framed a pale face, which was remarkably handsome. He wore a black shirt with a gold 'W' pin pinned at his collar. Over his shirt was a red velvet overcoat that draped over his lean hips, which were, along with his legs, were encased in black pants. His feet were encased in black boots and in his hand, which was covered by a purple glove, was a cane with a globe handle in black and white swirls, which he slightly leaned against. By his side stood a boy, around the between the ages of eight and ten, The boy was dressed in dark pants, blue shirt, and tan sweater. He was smiling up at me in a friendly fashion and I smiled back for his smile, with his slightly crooked, was infectious.

"You both startled me. Don't you know not to sneak up behind people!" I admonished them, dropping my hand to my side. The man looked startled at being scolded, but the boy just smiled lopsidedly.

"We're sorry, Miss. We forget about people's reaction to this room because we don't have visitors often." He explained. He held out a small hand. "I'm Charlie Bucket. And this," He gestured to the man, "Is Willy Wonka."

I grasped the boy's hand gently and shook it, smiling at him. I liked him. Polite and friendly. Very rare in a child these days. "It's nice to meet you, Charlie. I'm Lenora Benet. Please call me Nora."

The boy smiled at me brightly. I turned to Mr. Wonka. I didn't offer my hand. The man wore gloves. It was obvious, to me anyway, that he didn't like to be touched. I didn't smile either. The bastard made wait me in the rain. "Mr. Wonka. Shall we get down to business?" I asked, looking him in the eye. I couldn't tell their color. Brown or blue? 'Oh, why did it matter?' I snorted to myself. I ignored my runaway thoughts and focused on the matter at hand. My job.

"Oh, yes, indeed! Will you follow me?" He turned, but quickly whirled back, "Do you like it?"

"Like it?" I inquired, confused and blushing at being caught looking at his buttocks. 'A nice buttocks.' I noted with an inward smile.

"The Room!" He answered, spreading his arms outwards.

"Oh! The room!" I sighed my relief. " I love it. It's very beautiful, Mr. Wonka."

"What did you think I was talking about?" he asked, looking at me closely with his eyes.

"Blue!" I blurted suddenly. My eyes widened as the word past my lips. I didn't mean to speak that allowed.

"Blue?" He looked at me confused.

I blushed heavily as I cleared my throat. "You have blue eyes."

His eyes widened in shock, making the blue of his eyes plain for all to see. His eyes narrowed. "You like my eyes?"

Now it was my turn to widened my eyes in shock. "Oh! No! I ...um..." I sputtered around for an explanation, but my wits, that were always sharp in court, seemed to have fled from me now.

His head tilted as he watched me intensely before turning sharply and walking away in a rapid pace. I hurried to catch up with him, Charlie, by my side, practically running to keep up with me.

"What was that all about?' Charlie panted. I winced, remembering Charlie had been standing there the whole time, listening.

"Nothing, " I panted back. "Just a misunderstanding." I looked down at him and saw that he didn't believe me, but was going to kept his peace. For now.

I looked up and drew a startled breath, narrowly stopping myself from slamming into Mr. Wonka's back. I was about to step back when Mr. Wonka swung around, speaking, "We shall take the..." He broke up, uncomfortable and frightened, for my face was inches from his. "Could you?" He made shooing motions with his hands kept carefully away from my body so he wouldn't touch me.

"Right." I hastily stepped back and promptly tripped, falling on my rump with loud thump and 'omf'. Charlie dropped to his knees beside me. "Are you all right, Nora?"

I smiled at his little concerned face. "I'm quite all right, Charlie. Just help me up, will you?"

"Certainly." He scrambled up, but before he could give a hand, a purple gloved hand was thrust before my face. I grasped it without looking up and pushed myself up with my other hand as Mr. Wonka pulled me up with the other. I hastily let go of his hand even as he hastily withdrew his. He wiped his gloved hands on his jacket as I dusted myself off. I bent over and picked up my briefcase, which had fallen from my hand, before turning back to Mr. Wonka, eyes downcast. "Ready when you are, Mr. Wonka."

"Um.. Yes.. Well.. We shall take the," He swung around and walked forward only to slam into something and fall into a heap on the ground.

"Oh my! Are you all right, Mr. Wonka?" I asked, concerned and just a little amused.

He stood quickly. "Fine. Just fine."

He pushed a button and the glass, of which he slammed into, slide away. He stepped inside and Charlies followed. They stared at me as I studied the glass elevator.

"Are you coming?" Mr. Wonka asked, looking at me with impatience.

"Yes..." I stepped inside and Wonka pushed another button. I had my mouth open to ask a question, but snapped it shut as I was slammed into the side and the glass along with Charlie. Wonka mostly stayed in one spot.

"What in the world...?"

"This isn't just an ordinary elevator..."

"This one can go sideways and longways and slantways and any other way you can think of!" Charlie added, smiling up at me.

"It can visit any single room in the whole factory, no matter where it is! You simply press the button... and zing!... you're off!" Wonka finished with a grin.

"Hmm.."

"What? What is it?" Wonka asked, worried as he frowned down at me

"Would you consider mass production of elevators like this, Mr. Wonka? You could make a fortune. Hell, you'd be the most richest man alive." I said with a twist of my lips.

"No."

I blinked up at him. "What?"

"No. I won't sell my invention to those greedy little idea snatchers." Wonka said fiercely.

I just stared at him. What man would turn down millions, no, billions of dollars, or in his case pounds?

"You are a...fascinating man, Mr. Wonka." I whispered.

Wonka smiled a little nervously as he edged farther away from me. "Thank you, I think."

I turned away as we came to slamming stop. Wonka and Charlie walked out and I followed, rubbing my arm. We walked down a hall and stopped at door that simply had two 'W's engraved in it. Wonka opened it and walked inside Charlie following on his heels. I followed more slowly as I examined the room, which appeared to be a study. The walls were tan and all the furniture was made of some kind of dark wood and material. It was nice. Soothing. It reminded me of caramel and chocolate. I shook my head and took a seat in one of the dark chairs. 'Hmm, comfy'

I relaxed into the plump cushions of my chair and placed my briefcase on my lap before opening it. I was ready to get down to business.

"Mr. Wonka, when you contacted my boss, you were closemouthed as to what you needed our services for. Will you now enlighten me as to what services you need performed?"

A/N: Remember, PLEASE REVIEW!

Wonka: Oh, yes, please do!

Lenora: Yes, so she can quit begging.

Sassy: (sticks out tongue)

Lenora: (sarcastic) Oh very mature...