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A/N: Bare with me on Wonka OOC…Something at the end is from him…I tried my best to act like him…I am not a good Depp/Wonka

Chapter 4: Trouble Begins

Bringing his head up from his knees, Charlie slowly got up and walked away from the door heading over to his small living room area. Taking off his overcoat and shoes, he sat down in the chair closest to the electric fire and started to eat his small dinner. Getting up slowly, he tiredly walked over to his bedroom and decided to retire for the night.

Charlie changed from his work attire into his favorite sleeping clothes. The pants were made of a very soft silk, with a gold tinted stripe down the sides. The color was a light shade of gray, with little stars running down in the front and a couple of very cute little Cs scattered all over them. His loose muscle shirt was also made of the same silk as the pants, and the color was a slightly darker gray. There were no special designs on the shirt, just only his last name stitched with golden thread on the right hand side.

Determined to work on his report later, Charlie lay down in his small yet comfortable bed and snuggled into the blankets. Closing his eyes, he slipped into a light dreamless sleep with his mouth slightly open and soft snore escaping his lips. Several hours later, Charlie woke to an Oompa Loompa tugging on his blankets. Groggily wiping his eyes, Charlie moved over to the side of the bed and hops down to hear what the matter is.

The Oompa Loompa told Charlie that the gum making machine was acting up again and it needed to be fixed before it caused any harm to the other candy machines. Giving out a silent sigh, Charlie dismissed the Oompa Loompa and started gathering himself up for another tiring day. He was already used to the shorten sleep, which was still better than the all niters he had pulled before.

Keeping his slippers on, Charlie put on a reddish blue cotton robe over his sleeping gown and slowly crept into the hall. Walking towards the glass elevator, Charlie tightened his robe around his body and debated on checking up on Mr. Wonka. Deciding against it, Charlie reached the elevator and proceeded towards the inventing room. The ride seemed longer than it truly was, many of the rooms he passed were currently shut down for the night and all was quiet.

The elevator came to a soft stop, Charlie walked out as the doors opened and quickly made his way to the gum machine. Surprisingly, Mr. Wonka was no where in the room, he was also very confused that the Oompa Loompas had came to him first rather than their original employer.

Sure they were friendly to his family, yet sometimes they could be so outrageous that their songs and gestures seemed practiced. His family was always kind to the small workers, and he was polite and helpful even when working on new ideas, Charlie worked on the machine with thoughts running though his mind at nonstop. He glanced around not finding any Oompa Loompa they had left him alone to work out the problem with the machine. Yawning into the back of his hand, Charlie slid away from under the machine and sat up against it.

Many of these problems seem to be happening, Charlie glanced at the well lit room, it had no windows or anything showing the outside world, it was hard to tell what time it was as he couldn't glance at the clock. The first time he had gotten to his new living quarters, he had asked for a small window, the Oompa Loompas however refused his request and began to hold grudges against him.

He didn't blame the staff in the inventing room though; Charlie was ashamed to say that one of his inventions didn't turn out so good and hurt a few of them. Last week, he had just finished a product in his corner of the inventing room which he tried to keep well hidden from Mr. Wonka. He made a deal with the staff, not to alert or tell on his findings to his mentor, because he wanted to show him a great deal. However, with the progress that happened last week, he was surprised no one told, but the mysterious glares that they gave him were a little scary.

Charlie woke suddenly with someone gently shaking his shoulder; he wasn't sure when he had fallen asleep on the floor. Smiling at Mr. Wonka, he got up from his position to stretch. However, his smile faded away when he got a better look at his mentor. Wonka's eyes had seemed to lose their sparkle and small bags under them showed Charlie that he had too much on his mind to sleep.

Moving over to Wonka, Charlie noticed that he was leaning heavily on his cane supporting his tired figure. Something was wrong, he looked so sad differing from last night when they were saying goodbye before retiring to their rooms. Charlie watched Mr. Wonka turn to view the gum machine and he was shocked to see that the machine he fixed hours ago was in worse condition than before.

Charlie's face went to a pale white, he gripped onto a table to keep himself from falling, and his legs seemed to not hold his weight anymore. 'This couldn't be possible,' Charlie thought secretly scared of the way his mentor looked. Mr. Wonka wasn't paying attention to him but Charlie knew he was upset. He heard soft snickering behind him. His stomach dropped and his heart felt like it were being stabbed with tons of tiny needles, Charlie winced every time he heard Mr. Wonka take a step to examine the trashed machine.

He didn't know what to do, his legs wouldn't move from the spot near the main chemistry set. As Charlie was about ready to explain what had happened, an Oompa Loompa grabbed his pant leg bring his attention away from his mentor. They gestured him away from the room, towards the glass elevator as he could see the others trying to calm Wonka down.

Charlie entered the elevator against his will, and left the tantrum Wonka alone with the staff as he was taken to the Chocolate room. He didn't know what to do; nothing could explain what happened to the machine and the Oompa Loompas made him look like the guilty party. They didn't even let him speak to Wonka, how they could do this to him? Charlie smacked his hand onto the elevator wall with full fury; they had no right just because one experiment was not correct.

He slid down the wall, controlling the emotions that were stirring within him at the moment. Sighing deeply, he never was a person who got overworked on silly things but this could ruin everything he ever worked for in his entire life. Willing back the tears forming in his eyes, Charlie gathered himself up and headed towards his home.

Entering the house, Charlie was greeted with the chaos of his parents still getting ready, and putting on the final touches before leaving. Smiling sweetly, he was glad they where leaving for while; however, with what was currently happening he wanted to be alone for some thinking time.

"Let me get that mum," Charlie started, as he helped his mother with the finishing touches of her packing.

"Your father and I will be leaving in a little bit dear, everything been set," his mum replied as they sat down at the small table.

His father set everything on the table ready for breakfast to spend little family time before they left for the week. His family didn't seem nervous at all, but they didn't witness what happen in the inventing room.

"Charlie? Is everything alright," his mum asked with her voice full of concern.

"I'm okay mum, just stressed," he replied, he never felt right letting his parents worry about him anymore. It wasn't a good thing for his parents to always concern themselves with his small problems.

Finishing breakfast, Charlie and his parents walked out into the main court yard, light snow covered the ground. Exiting the gates, he hugged both of his parents and they deposited their bags into the taxi. They entered the taxi, and as the car drove away he silently waved them goodbye.

Charlie made it back to the chocolate room; the Oompa Loompa staff was safely taking care of his grandparents, while his parents were going to be gone. Taking one last glance, Charlie boarded the elevator and headed towards his private room. Moving slowly towards his door, he paused at Wonka's door lifting his fisted hand to knock on the door. He paused a brief moment before his knuckles touched the door; Charlie decided against it and moved quickly to his door.

When he got to his door, there was a pale brown parchment pined in the middle of the door with his name scribbled in elegant handwriting. His pulse started to quicken as he took the parchment and unrolled it. Charlie started to read:

Oompa Loompas currently working in the Inventing Room brought something to my attention last night. When I came down to check, you were laying by a complete destroyed Gum Machine. Also using to the secret lab, which you did not ask permission to do also caused harm to my staff and possible irreparable destruction of the room.

Charlie could feel the tears coming to his eyes; blinking them away he entered his room to finish reading his letter in private. His heart was killing him, feeling a bit dizzy Charlie collapsed into his chair near the electric fire. He was riddled with many emotions, his skin became pale and his hands became clammy with sweat. It was now or never, so Charlie finished the note:

Because of this, I currently leave it up to you to fix the damage and clear out your lab until I see it fit for you to have one again. Once everything is fixed, you may find me to explain your actions, since I am not your p...p... you know; no contact until then. Your childish rushing off this morning shows me you're not ready to do things yourself. If I have need of you, a parchment similar to this will be on your door.

Mr. Willy Wonka

Everything was crashing down around him, nothing in the world was as bad as his mentor upset and disappointed in him. Sure when he was younger, children in his class were mean to him due to the fact he was poor, but that's how children are. Being brought up to respect others, Charlie always put them before him in everything.

'I have to get out of here so i can think clearly, i need to get away from everything in this factory,' Charlie thought sadly, laying down the note.

Gathering his possessions, he freshened up with a short shower and changed into a comfortable pair of jeans and soft blue hooded sweatshirt. His old snow boots were worn out on the sides, but he didn't care, he had not wanted to be recognized on the street with his Wonka business suit that he always put on for school. Grabbing his wallet, Charlie placed it in his back pocket and readied himself for a few hours outside the factory.

A/N: Chapter 4 is complete! Working on Chapter 5 right now. It should be finished by the end of next week or sooner.

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