Title: Braces I Hate the Most.
Author: MaRaMa-TSG
Word Count: 1,604
Rating: PG
Pairing: None
Chapter Summary: A routine visit to Dr. Wonka's office from Charlie and Willy Wonka. Charlie receives some unpleasant news that end up being more unpleasant for Willy Wonka.
Warnings: None, I think. There's a part of slight father-son bonding that might get misunderstood. But otherwise it's squeaky clean.
A/N EDIT: Fixed spelling and changed a few lines. Nothing too big.My first ever Wonka fic so he might look OOC. I'm also still improving my writing skills so any comments of how I can make it better are welcome. I'm Latin, so I'm still learning English. I also would like to know if there's a name for a dentist patient chair.

Chapter one: Braces for Charlie, headache for Mr. Wonka.

"We'll, Charlie. It seems you might need braces. You're starting to have a bit of an overbite." The white clad figure of a dentist retreated allowing the young boy to sit up and rinse his mouth on a nearby sink.

Charlie absently rubbed the front teeth of his upper jaw with his index finger. "Really? I wonder what Mr. Wonka might..."

"He'll probably say its all foolishness and tell you not to come here again." The doctor said matter-of-factly and with an emotionless face. Charlie, who had left his mouth slightly open after being interrupted in mid-sentence, closed it shut and stared at the doctor with, like one would say, those puppy dog eyes of his.

"The braces Willy used were much different from the ones that are available now. So don't let him scare you with his nonsense." Dr. Wonka smiled kindly for a moment as if to encourage his young patient and then walked over to a nearby cabinet and searched for something. After finding it he walked back to Charlie who was now putting on his jacket ready to leave. "This..." he started, getting the boys attention and showing him a model of both upper and lower jaws. "…is how your teeth will look when you get older if you're not treated properly." He put a little more emphasis in the word 'will'. Charlie stared at the model with interest. The teeth from the upper jaw covered the front of the lower ones completely and were larger than normal. His face twisted in disgust in an exaggerated manner as he imagined his own teeth in that condition. He must have picked that trait from Mr. Wonka.

"Now you won't want your classmates to call you names because of this, would you?" The doctor said with a kind, yet, somewhat creepy smile.

Charlie shook his head and said shyly, his eyes still locked on the odd looking thing. "No, sir."

"But most importantly, it will hinder your eating habits. I'm also sure you'd like to have perfect teeth like my son does, of course, you must still floss."

Charlie nodded understandably.

"Well, then. We shall put on your braces in your next visit. Call me to make the appointment whenever you're ready. I don't want to force you into taking such an important decision but the sooner, the better." The model was placed at its original spot.

Charlie wondered if Mr. Wonka even had the choice of making a decision, he probably didn't but he wasn't gonna bring that up. The poor chocolatier was still recovering from the shock he had after seeing his father using a new tool to clean Charlie's teeth. The noise was so strong Mr. Wonka might have though he was getting all his teeth ripped off.

The boy chuckled at his thoughts as he walked to the next room. There, Willy was lying on another patient chair with a bag of ice on his head. "How do you feel Mr. Wonka?" Charlie stayed silent when he noticed his mentor had his eyes closed, tightly, and was slightly grimacing while he pressed the bag of ice against the side of his head. Charlie stood beside him patiently until his mentor could answer. The doctor did say he would have a nasty headache afterwards.

'That must have really hurt.' Charlie recalled the whole incident...

Yeah... Like a flashback...

Willy Wonka had fainted the moment he heard that deafening sound, it was a like chainsaw. Neither Charlie nor Dr. Wonka had noticed this until they heard a loud and hollow 'thud' behind them. Charlie quickly leaped from his chair to aid his mentor and friend. "Mr. Wonka. Mr. Wonka! Are you ok? What's wrong?" Charlie had shaken him but he was out cold. He looked back at Dr. Wonka with a frightened expression; the much older man was shaking his head.

"That's why I told him to wait outside, but he never listens."

"Is he gonna be ok?"

"Yes, he's just fainted but that sounded quite painful." Much to the boy's surprise, Dr. Wonka just walked over, picked the slim frame of the chocolatier and placed him in the other chair in the next room. The gentleness of the whole act made Charlie feel slightly better. He knew that Dr. Wonka would never let harm come to his own son.

Dr. Wonka felt trough his son's hair where he had hit the floor, his brow furrowed and he moved the hair away to reveal the even paler scalp. After feeling it for a few moments he finally turned to the worried filled child. "Charlie, bring me a bag of ice from the kitchen. He hit his head pretty hard and a very nasty bump it's starting to appear."

The young boy ran to the kitchen and back with said bag. It must have been for patients with toothache. He handed the bag to the doctor and walked to the other side of the chair to look at his mentor. Charlie bit his lip and swallowed as he felt a lump in his throat.

Dr. Wonka placed the bag of ice on the chocolatier's head and used a pillow to keep it in place. He saw Charlie's concerned face and couldn't help but smile. He knew how much that boy cared for his son. It made him happy to know that his son was not alone anymore. He really needed human contact. "Don't worry Charlie." this made the young child snap out of his stare and looked up at the older man, swallowing again. That annoying lump refused to go away. "He's gonna be ok, the bruise isn't so bad. Just a small bump. It should leave in a couple of hours. A day tops." Another kind smile. A bit sweeter than usual. "He will have quite a nasty headache when he wakes up so he might have to rest here for a while. So, let's leave him rest, shall we?"

Charlie followed as the doctor left the room and giving one last glance at his unconscious mentor he closed the door.

A whispering voice. "Having a flashback?"

A weak chuckle.

Charlie snapped out of his thoughts to look at his mentor, who was staring at him smiling, his eyes half closed. It was probably because of the headache. Charlie smiled back. "I think so. Maybe it's contagious." He was pleased when the chocolatier smile grew wider. "How are you feeling Mr. Wonka? That sounded rather painful."

"Did it sound hollow?" Willy's eyes grew slightly bigger and his smile dropped quickly.

"A little..."

"Then, does that mean...I'm a bad nut?" He looked worried at this.

"Nah, it just means it was pretty hard."

"…Oh."

Dr. Wonka came into the room and looked down at Willy. "Well, son. Next time you will listen to me, won't you?"

Willy nodded slightly before cringing again.

"Let's check on that." Dr. Wonka reached for the bag and placing a hand on top of Willy's he removed it. "Move your head so I can see." Willy did it without hesitation. He had already grown used to physical contact, at least, from the people closer to him. Also, his relationship with his father had greatly improved thanks to the young heir.

Dr. Wonka felt around again, this time with an ungloved hand. The bump seemed to be getting smaller already.

Charlie looked as his mentor made a face of pain then relaxed.

Willy let out a soft groan as his father massaged his scalp. Such a sensitive area, never touched by other hands that weren't his own. The warmth of his father's fingers felt nice. It soothed the pain, it relaxed him. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling. He was nearly asleep when he heard his father's voice again.

"I was telling Charlie he needs braces..."

Willy's eyes shot open and in a second he was standing upright, "What!" for a moment he felt so dizzy he thought he was gonna faint again both Charlie and his father held him as he leaned against the chair. The blood had rushed to his head too fast.

"Now, now...Calm down son. I told him to think about it and tell me whenever he's ready."

Willy, still trying to regains his balance. Was the room spinning? He shook his head in disapproval. "no..."

"Pardon? What have I told you about mumbling, Willy?"

'Aha! That's where that came from.' Charlie thought.

"No." Willy straightened himself. "You would do no such thing. Charlie's teeth are fine just the way they are. I won't let you put on that...that... awful and nasty...thing on him!" He seemed to be trying to find the correct word to describe the head gear he had when he was a child.

"Oh, no. There's a new kind of braces now, son. And anyway, his teeth aren't so bad it will be for a short period of time. And I think that's Charlie's choice and not yours." Dr. Wonka said firmly and matter-of-factly.

Willy's mouth made strange movements as he organized the thoughts of his head, opening and closing. His eyebrows not still either. Finally, he turned to Charlie with a questioning face.

"Don't worry Mr. Wonka. I'm gonna tell mom and dad first and see what they say about it." he smiled at his confused mentor.

"Now, Willy. It's your turn to get your teeth cleaned."

The chocolatier let out a small whimper and lowered his head, following his father back to the other room like an obedient puppy.

A chuckle

This time... from a small boy.