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A/N: There might be some somewhat graphic scenes in this chapter. There is also a questionable sex scene involving corporal punishment that many people may not be into. Basically why I am including this in here is to show how liberal Cosette is and to create another plot twist. It also plays into the change of relationship between Willy and Cosette as well as Cosette being seen as a woman. I apologize to any I may offend and I'd appreciate feedback on this since I am a bit hesitant to include it. I will include WARNING at the beginning and END at the end of that scene so if any of you would rather skip it, you'll know where it comes in. I wrote it so if you didn't read it, you'd still know what was going on.

Also, for people who have been reading my POTC: La Vida Eterna story, you'll notice I'm a bit more nonsensical in this story. Obviously that one deals with the legends and eternal life, but I've been keeping that as realistic and historically/geographically accurate as possible. This one is just something I'm having a little fun with. I hope that's okay.


Chapter Four

Ooh La La!

The next morning when Cosette went down to meet her Uncle William in the archives room for their daily research session, he wasn't there. She waited, figuring he was just running late. But after a full fifteen minutes had passed, she decided to go looking for him. The first place that came to mind was the Bucket house, but Mr. and Mrs. Bucket said they hadn't seen him yet today. The next place she checked was the Invention Room, but that was empty as well. She took the boat down the chocolate tunnel to the rejection room, wondering if maybe he was rethinking a few things he had tossed into the pile, but again no Willy. She checked behind the chocolate waterfall but no Willy.

Or maybe it's a chocolate-fall since there is technically no water, she thought. She'd have to ask him when she finally found him.

Cosette continued to search the factory from top to bottom, but even the Oompa Loompas had no idea where their employer was. Just as she had finished searching the TV room, it hit her.

His office! Why didn't I think of that first off?

She set off immediately towards her Uncle's sanctuary, the place he most certainly had to be. Since she had buried herself in the maze that was the Wonka Chocolate Factory, it took her a good half an hour to get back to the main hallway where his office could be found. By now it was almost 10:30 and she knew that her Uncle wouldn't have much more time to devote to her research.

She reached the door and tentatively knocked but there was no answer. She tried once more but again, the door remained closed. She stood still for a moment; unsure of what to do or where to check next when she heard a rustling from inside and a stifled moan. Concerned that her uncle was injured, she tried the knob and surprisingly it was unlocked. She slowly opened the door and peeked around it but was shocked at what she saw.

"Oh!" she cried unintentionally and Willy's eyes shot open to see her standing there. She quickly slammed the door shut and went to leave, but found she could not move.

Did she just catch him . . . pleasuring himself? She blushed. She knew that her uncle was a man, just like any other man and that he had needs that must be satisfied. But she had never thought of him as a man until last night at her birthday dinner. He had looked rather dashing in his jeans and button-down shirt. He looked, dare she say it, handsome, and even a bit sexy. She had wished he had enjoyed dinner better, but after they had sat down he looked rather ill. And he had never given her his birthday gift! After he had left, Charlie had handed it to her to open, but she had refused to do so without her Uncle William there. Now it sat in the corner of her room, still wrapped in the brown paper he had packaged it in. Her curiosity was a strong trait, and she had almost given into it this morning before she had headed down to meet him. However, she thought better of it and let it remain in its wrapping.

All of a sudden the door opened and a rather flushed looking Willy stopped short when he set eyes on Cosette.

"My dear, I'm so uh," he began, "so sorry you saw that."

She put aside her embarrassment and spoke, "Please, there is no need to apologize. I shouldn't have just entered like that. And what you were doing was natural. There should be no shame in it."

Willy saw that she meant what she said and breathed a sigh of limited relief. It was good that she accepted his actions, but he was still upset that she had witnessed him. After all, how much had she seen?

"Well, I am sorry for putting you in this situation," he said.

"Please Uncle William, it's no big deal. I'm actually glad to see that you indulge yourself a little," she blushed again. That's when she noticed he was still wearing those jeans.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, your entire life is this factory. You deserve a little, release," was she flirting with him? Did she just make a sexual innuendo? Cosette was a bit shocked at her words.

Willy was as well. And the way she was eyeing him? It was different than he was used to. He had been used to her look of respect and adoration. But at that moment, there was something else in her eyes and he couldn't figure out what it was.

"Uh, pardon?" his eyelashes fluttered just a bit.

"You never go out. I've never seen you go on a date. How can you live without a companion to come home to?" she asked him.

He knew exactly what to say to that, "How can I go on dates, when I've already given my heart to you?"

She smiled, remembering back to that afternoon on Carnaby Street when she was a child and he had said something so similar to her. A heavy silence hung between them.

"Why weren't you in the archives this morning?" she broke the moment.

"I thought you'd be busy," he paused, "celebrating your engagement with your fiancé."

There was that slight bitter tone.

"Uh, Raphael is on an assignment. He got a call this morning to report on something happening at the French consulate. He won't be back until tonight."

"Oh," was all Willy said in reply.

"We could head down to the archives now if you're not busy," she suggested.

"I can't. I have a meeting with the Oompas Loompas at 11 and they are sticklers for punctuality," he replied.

"Okay, tomorrow then?"

"Uh, actually I may be too busy tomorrow," he began but she interrupted.

"Oh come on Uncle William, for me?" Again, she was flirting. There was most definitely a flirtatious air to her tone.

"I guess I can push a few things around," he replied tentatively, his cheeks growing even redder.

"Thank you Uncle William!" she said as she stood up on her tip toes and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"You know, you never gave your birthday gift to me."

"Well you could have opened it without me you know," he replied.

"You know I wouldn't do that!"

"Well maybe we can do it tomorrow, during our research session?" he asked.

"Perfect!"

As she skipped down the hall away from him she waved back, "see you at dinner!"

He couldn't help but watch as her skirt flew up the tiniest bit with every move she made. He turned and went back into his office, slamming the door behind him. The Oompas could wait. There was something more urgent he needed to attend to.


Willy was getting ready for bed when he thought back to how awkward dinner had been. Once again he had stayed silent for most of the night, letting Raphael dominate the conversation. Willy's thoughts had drifted away from the dinner table, but he knew that whatever story Raphael had been working on had been something big and the Frenchman would be staying in London until he had completed it.

Oh goody, Willy had thought.

So now he was brushing his teeth, staring in the mirror at a man who knew he'd be alone for the rest of his life.

At least I have Charlie, he thought, he'll never desert me.

But that wasn't much comfort. Cosette had been right; he needed some kind of female companionship. And hopefully that companionship would lead to some help with him pleasuring himself. He rinsed, spit and went out to his bedroom, collapsing onto the bed.

Just as he was beginning to doze off he heard a slap. He sat up and looked around. The sound seemed to be coming from the air vent. He shimmied over to it and leaned in.

WARNING

Slap!

There it was again.

Slap!

And again.

Slap!

Again?

Raphael!

Was that Sadie screaming?

I'll be good!

That was definitely Sadie.

I'm sorry for being a bad girl!

Oh my God! Raphael was hitting Sadie! His Sadie . . .

Willy felt his blood boil over. He grabbed a shirt to throw on over his boxers and ran out the door and down the halls. When he reached Sadie's door he tried the knob but it was locked.

Slap!

He had to get in there.

Slap! Slap!

He could hear her low moans of pain.

Slap! Slap! SLAP!

That was it. He backed up across the hall and with all his might, slammed his shoulder into the door. It burst open from the force and he stumbled into the room.

However what he had expected to see and what he actually saw were two very different things.

There was Sadie, his Sadie, lying over a naked Raphael's lap. She wore one of the sexy red teddies he had seen her unpack just a week ago. He could see matching red handprints surrounding the thong bottom. Raphael sat with his hand hovering over her prostrated bottom.

Both of them were staring at Willy.

"Uncle William!" she cried out. He couldn't move so they scurried to cover up.

END

Once he realized what he had just witnessed, he left the room and slammed the broken door behind him. As he stormed down the hallway he heard the door to her room open once again and padded footsteps rushed towards him.

"Uncle William!" she called but he refused to stop or slow down. She sped up until she passed him and stood in front of him in a short silk robe.

"Uncle William I'm sorry."

She watched as his face went from shock to anger.

"Please don't tell Mom or Dad? Or Charlie, he'd kill me, or more likely he'd kill Raphael."

"How dare you?" he asked her.

"Excuse me?"

"How dare you Cosette Sadie Bucket!"

"You never use my full name," she replied.

"That's because I've never had to scold you before. Now I do," his voice said coldly.

"I'm not a child," she replied.

"But you are under my roof. You've taken up a room in my factory and this is what you do with it? Allow yourself to be some sort of play thing for a man? I thought you were raised better," he said as he pushed roughly past her.

"At least I'm getting some," she knew it was an extremely immature thing to say, and it probably proved him right on everything he had just said, but it had just slipped from her tongue.

He turned around and faced her, a look of contempt in his eyes.

"And what is that supposed to mean, Missy?"

"At least I have someone to get close with. All you have is this factory and your hand," again, there was that mouth of hers. She mentally slapped herself for it, but knew all she could do was continue to stand up for herself.

"Look at you," she gestured to him, "You have spent your whole adult life locked behind these walls. The only human interaction you have is with my family and the Oompa Loompas. That is, if the Oompa Loompas are actually human. You have no idea what is out there in the world, just waiting for you. I've seen it. I may be young, but I've tasted what life has to offer and I'm not going to give it up. So who are you to criticize me for having fun?"

"I think I know a thing or two about life," he replied icily.

"What? You spend two months in the Caribbean and you're all of a sudden the expert on life? You start loosening up and wearing those sexy jeans instead of your ugly purple pantsuit and you can order me to stop enjoying a hot moment with my fiancé?"

Had she just called his jeans, sexy? She put that thought aside for the moment when he didn't answer her. He just continued staring.

"Have you ever even had an intimate relationship with a woman?"

"That's none of your business young lady," he replied.

"Answer the question God dammit, I'm not a child," she slammed her hand against the wall.

"I will not answer the question. And as long as you are living here, you won't be having intimate relations with that tattooed anarchist or I will let your parents know exactly what I saw in your room tonight."

Her mouth snapped shut. She knew what she had to do.

"Fine. I will not impose on your hospitality any longer. I will be out of here in the morning," she spat at him then turned and stalked her way down the hall back to her room, slamming the door shut behind her.

"Good, get out of here!" he called to her.

He stomped back to his own room. Sinking down into his bed, all he could think of was the two sides warring within him.

One side was infuriated that she would allow a man to do that to her, to spank her like a naughty little girl. The other side wished he had been that man and that she was his naughty little girl.


The next morning Willy brushed the cobwebs from his purple suit and top hat. It had been crazy to try and change; to try and relax. He belonged in that suit. It was a part of him.

He waited in his room until it was past nine. He knew that if Sadie was going to follow through with her threat to leave the factory, she'd be gone by now and he really didn't want to run into her. He began to tip toe down the halls until he turned the corner to what would be her hallway. When he spotted the Oompa Loompa crew trying to fix the door that he had broken last night, he dropped the timid act. He didn't want them to see him act afraid of anything or anyone.

They nodded their good mornings to him and he tentatively peeked inside. He didn't see her so he stepped over the rubble to enter the room. Sure enough, all of her things were gone. The closet was empty, the chest of drawers and the vanity had been emptied. The bed had been made and all the paint supplies had been put back in the exact places they had been when he had showed her the room. He went to leave the room when he spotted the brown paper of her still unopened birthday gift from him.

So she had left it behind. This made his heart ache. He weakly picked it up and carried it out of the room and back to his bedroom where he shoved it into the back of his closet, covered in the jeans, shorts and button-downs he bought in the Caribbean and had now abandoned.

It was time to stop dreaming and get back to work.


A/N: Wow! So many people have favorited this story and put it on their alerts. I'm so glad you like it. I just hope I didn't scare you away with this chapter! I promise there may only be one other scene like that and the rest will involve very straight-laced romantic moments shared between various characters in this story. Thank you to my reviewers: linalove, The-Hopless-Romantic-Lover and Alchemelia.

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