A/N: I would simply like to say that this is my first attempt at writing a fanfic, which basically means that I have no beta and that I am uber excited so I'll be posting chapters of random length and most likely random quality. 1. Hold no high expectations and 2. Be gentle. Also, I don't own any of the recognizable characters only the new storyline into which I have cruelly thrown them. I get no money for this people, geeze!

Additionally, I ask that you recognize the magic that exists in the Wonkaverse. This is essential. Remember, nothing is impossible, just improbable!

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Ch 21: Annoyance You've Got Mail

Willy thoroughly enjoyed playing nurse maid to Chelsea. Although, he certainly would have enjoyed it even more if little Miss sassy-regarde had not decided that when he had said small vacation that he had meant for however long that she pleased. She asked Chelsea, of all people, if it would be alright for her to stay at least until Chelsea was all healed up and of course Chelsea was overjoyed. Oh Chelsea made sure to at least ask Willy; after all it was his factory. But everyone, including the aggravated Chocolatier, knew that Chelsea would have her way regardless. Like he would tell her no. So, Violet happily shared a room and even a bed with her incapacitated ex step sister. They were inseparable, much to Willy's chagrin.

It had been two and a half weeks since Chelsea was released from the hospital. Two and a half weeks of extreme, girly, torture.

Willy was currently pulling out a chair for Chelsea at the small dinning table that he had had set up in her room. Chelsea was mobile but every once in a while she needed to sit or lie down or take butt loads of her pain medication. Willy had thought about just giving her a Wonka-Vite but did not know how it would interact with her current medications so he planned to do so after she was off of them.

"Thank you Willy," Chelsea said as he scooted her chair in behind her.

"You are most welcome," he said, smiling down at her. He took his seat without offering to pull out Violet's chair. Violet took no notice and simply sat herself after he did. Violet and Willy both tended to act like spoilt brats from time to time, so their personalities were clashing horribly. They both tried to play nice for Chelsea's benefit but the second Chelsea was not looking it was all smirks and glares. They were competing for her attention. It was really quite silly.

"So Willy, have you taken Violet to the Fizzy Lifting Drink Room yet?"

"No, he hasn't taken me anywhere inside the working part of the factory. Says I'm not trustworthy enough, even though I've seen of it before…" Violet said cockily.

"I did too… I took you to the Chocolate Room and you hung out with the Buckets a couple of times!"

"That hardly counts. And it certainly isn't the Fizzy Lifting Drink Room whatever that might be." Violet smirked at him after saying this because he suffered a chastising look from Chelsea.

"Well, we are guests in Willy's factory Violet. If he doesn't want to give you a tour then that's his business," Chelsea said, returning her gaze to Violet.

Willy smiled. "I just don't want to chance another.. incident.. like what happened the last time I gave Miss. Beauregarde here a tour."

"I think I've learned my lesson. Actually, I don't really have any desire to go anywhere without you anyway, Chels."

"Well you might be waiting for a bit, I can't handle the elevator yet, hence the long wheelchair ride when we first got here."

"Let's eat, squirrelly girlies," Willy said. He was awfully hungry.

As they ate their meal in silence, Willy thought about the past couple of weeks. He supposed it was a good thing that Violet had decided to stay. Chelsea had been unable to undress and dress herself as well as unable to shower. It would have been quite awkward had Willy discovered this fact alone with her. Well, he supposed he could have gotten Mrs. Bucket to help out. He was drawn out of his thoughts when something hit him on the cheek.

"Hey!" He exclaimed, irritated. He saw the pea rolling around on the table. Chelsea looked startled at his outburst, and Violet was doing her best to look innocent and failing miserably at it. She finally laughed aloud.

"Oh come on Mr. stuffy… laugh a little!"

Chelsea smiled at Violet as she watched her flick another pea at him with her fork. Willy flinched and then turned to Chelsea when he heard her giggle.

"Oh, so you're in on this as well then?" He accused.

"Maaay-be," Chelsea said and batted her eyelashes. She loaded a pea onto her fork and flung it at his head, making it down the opening of his collar.

"Ahh.. hey.." He complained, as he began to un-tuck his undershirt trying to release the pea. The girls laughed all the while. After he finally fetched out the pea he picked up a dinner roll and tossed it at Violet. She screamed and ducked but was not quick enough as it hit her on the forehead. Just as she was about to retaliate, Chelsea scooped up a spoon full of the chocolate pudding that was supposed to be for dessert and slung it at Willy. It hit his cheek with a small splat. He was in shock.

"Don't you think we've had enough of being covered in chocolate?" He said as he tried to wipe it off of his cheek, succeeding mostly in smearing it.

"Oh stop, let me.." Chelsea got up, grabbing a clean napkin as she did so, and came to Willy's aid. She cleaned up his face nicely and, carefully because bending over still hurt, bent and placed a lingering kiss where most of the chocolate had been. This was their first intimate moment since Chelsea's last day at the hospital. It was also their very first intimate moment in front of Violet. She looked uncomfortable and averted her eyes hastily.

As Chelsea moved she whispered, "Oh I don't know about that. I'd enjoy having you covered in chocolate again sometime I think…" to Willy, who in response only gulped and turned red. She smiled and returned to her seat. She found it immensely entertaining to say naughty things to him, even though she had no idea where the urge to do so came from. She certainly did not used to be so bold in that way.

The rest of the meal passed uneventfully.

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Another week went by much the same as the previous two and a half as far as Willy and Violet's compatibility was concerned, but much better for Chelsea's health. Her ribs were healing up quite nicely but would probably not, according to the note that came with her medication from her doctor, be completely healed for another month. She lost the necessity of her sling because it finally became easier for her to lift her arm. The fractures in her collarbone did not restrict movement, they only made it painful. It would not be much longer before that bone was better as well. As long as Chelsea was not jumping around or slamming into things then she was in no pain. The painkillers were still helping but she was running out of them.

Today they were enjoying a picnic in the Chocolate Room. Everyone was there, again, much to Willy's chagrin. They had been able to take the elevator because Willy brought the wheel chair on board and put on its breaks as well as holding it firmly in place. He remembered the first time Violet had ridden in the elevator, the night he took her to meet and dine with the Buckets. It was hilarious. She flung around so badly that he very nearly was tempted to grab her elbow to steady her. Very nearly. He smiled as he thought of that night.

"What are you thinking about candy man?" Chelsea asked from his side. They were sitting on a blanket atop the candy grass near a pack of candy mushrooms and a candy cherry tree. Charlie and his mother, father, and Violet were on one huge blanket a little bit from them and the Grandparent's were on another next to them. Each blanket was within ten feet of the others.

Willy turned his head and smiled fiendishly at her. Violet's and Willy's shared semi-animosity was not much of a secret any more.

"I was just remembering Miss priss bouncing off the walls like a rubber ball in the Great Glass Elevator."

"You sure seem to think about Violet quite a bit, did you notice that?" Chelsea teased. She knew she had nothing to worry about as far as Violet and Willy were concerned.

"Only because her pain is my pleasure, buttercup," Willy replied, laying down on his side and propping his head up on his hand.

"You shouldn't say things like that Willy.. I mean.. not after ..you know.." Chelsea felt bad.

"Oh you know I don't really mean it.. but its fun to say!" He took one of her hands in his. She was sitting cross legged near his head.

"If you can't say something nice you shouldn't say anything at all," Chelsea teased some more.

"Nice huh…" Willy thought for a moment. "About you or her?" He waggled his eyebrows a bit.

"About everyone silly."

"Well in that case," he shifted angles a bit and laid his hatless head on her lap, placing the hand he had been holding into his hair. She automatically started running her fingers through it, which was his intention because he absolutely loved it when she did that.

"In that case what?" Chelsea pressed.

"In that case then I'm going to have to say that you are by far the most choice, far out, fab, groovy, hip, keen-o, neat, primo, righteous, wicked, and certainly the most foxy chick that I've ever had the pleasure of meeting," he replied, turning so that he was on his back smiling up at her.

"Well I certainly think you're swell too daddy-o," Chelsea said, giggling. Willy's grin widened because she had played along with his word game. "And if I could bend that low I would cert-ain-ly give yah a smooch because you are definitely a stone-fox!" Willy was about to say that she did not need to bend low because he was on his way up to her, when they found themselves covered in whipped cream. Startled, they looked over to find that Charlie and Violet had loaded up a basket with cream from one of the mushrooms and poured it over them. They knew this because Charlie and Violet were currently cracking up and the basket lay at their feet. The rest of the Bucket's joined in with a good laugh as well.

Willy was just about to scream at all of them, angered by the fact that they probably had just ruined his chance at kissing Chelsea, when he felt something odd. He looked over at Chelsea, because he had moved to a sitting position next to her, and found that the odd thing he was feeling was her flicking cream at his head. The little droplets felt different than when the whole lot of it was dumped on them. His anger evaporated when he noticed how much fun she was having. Then he got an idea. Then he decided that the idea was absolutely out of the question. Germs… ew. His body apparently had control over his brain in matters such as these though, as he soon found himself leaning towards Chelsea anyway. She still had her eyes closed and was laughing. He brought his lips next to the side of her face and licked where he hoped her ear was. He was right on target. Chelsea's laughter subsided but she did not open her eyes, she both knew and found that she could not believe that it was Willy. He had only quickly licked a bit of cream off of her earlobe before hastily pulling away. Chelsea wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back to her. Willy took this as an invitation to continue what he had started but they broke apart when Grandpa George yelled,

"Oh get a room you two!"

This was followed by another bout of laughter at their expense.

And a random thought that popped into Willy's mind of its own accord,

I have tons of rooms…

That thought was quickly squashed.

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Another week and Willy decided that he really needed to get some of his actual work done, so he left Chelsea in the company of her wicked ex-sibling.

The Inventing Room was buzzing, clicking, and bubbling as usual.

"Willy?" Charlie said from across the room where he was trying to convince an Oompa Loompa named Victor that the muck he was offering him for testing was not a pile of good smelling boogers.

"Yeah?" Willy turned off the flame on the torch he was using and set aside his goggles.

"Well actually I have two questions," Charlie began. "First, could you tell Victor that I'm not trying to feed him mucus?"

Willy smiled and approached them. He inspected the pile of …stuff on Charlie's tray and then winked at Victor who cautiously took a handful and tried it.

They received immediate thumbs up. It was for their Halloween slime candy collection.

"Well done Charlie!" Willy beamed at him.

"Um.. I was just wondering," Charlie said as he sat his tray aside. "Did you ask Chelsea to be your girlfriend yet?" He looked at his mentor.

"Nope. But seriously I don't think its really necessary.. I mean.. she certainly already seems like she is.. right?"

"Yeah. But I talked about it with my dad and he said that some girls will move on if they don't think you wanna be official or something."

Willy looked quite disturbed with this news.

"Well.. I guess.. maybe I should.. see what she thinks about the idea.. sometime.. soon.." He said hesitantly.

"Good idea man.." Charlie said. "Girls are a lot of work it seems."

Willy just smiled. He thought Chelsea was well worth any amount of work whatsoever.

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It had been nearly three months now and Willy was beginning to wonder when Miss I-can-never-pass-up-a-chance-at-a-food-fight was going to leave his factory. Chelsea was back to normal except for the occasional pain in her neck, literally. Once she was off of her medications he had given her another Ultra Strength Wonka-Vite. It had immediately improved everything about her. Unfortunately it had not improved one of her most annoying problems. Her second shadow was still following her everywhere.

"Willy you SUCK!" Violet bellowed at him as they were boating down the Chocolate River. They had just shown Violet the lickable wallpaper at Chelsea's insistence. Chelsea raised her eyebrows but decided not to interfere. Charlie's shoulders were already shaking with his silent laughter. "Why can't I see the freakin' Fizzy Lifting Drink Room? Chelsea told me it was cool. I wanna see it!"

"Are you operating under the very misguided delusion that one, I care, and that two, you actually get all of the things that you want?" Willy said back at her with all his aristocratic charm.

"Yes!" She crossed her arms and pouted.

Willy crossed his arms as well and looked away.

"Oh Willy…" Chelsea slid her arm around his back and pulled him along the slick candy bench seat until he was flush with her. She leaned in and whispered, "Pretty please with sugar on top? Everyone should get to experience those drinks.. they're wonderful…"

"Everyone except for Miss Snoot over there!" Willy said loudly.

"Hey, you weirdo, germaphobic, butthead!" Violet shouted back at him.

Willy's eyes clearly said that he was done discussing the matter and that his last answer was the final one. That is, until he felt where Chelsea's hand had gotten to. She moved her arm that was not preoccupied holding him close to her into his jacket, under his vest, and was currently fiddling with the buttons on his long sleeved undershirt, occasionally letting one of her fingers slip in to brush against his stomach. Oh drat. Women. Well as long as she did not repeat the request then he certainly would not feel the need to change his answer because of her ..womanly.. art of persuasion. He squirmed a bit because she tickled him.

"Willy please let her experience this. Before she has to go home."

Well that caught his attention.

"And just when will that lovely event take place?"

"Well… I suppose the sooner you let her see …and use the Fizzy Lifting Drinks, the sooner that I might be persuaded to ask her to catch the next flight to Georgia," Chelsea responded quietly. She leaned close to him and breathed into his ear, "and the sooner we can have some time to ourselves."

Ah. Well. When put in all of those beautiful and highly appealing words, giving in to the chit seemed like a very, very good idea.

"Uh.." Willy directed at the Oompa Loompas, "please take us to the Fizzy Lifting Drink Room. Thank you."

Violet clapped her hands together and squealed in delight at having finally gotten her way.

While Willy was attempting to squelch the things that Chelsea's fingers were currently doing to his mental stability.

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Violet enjoyed herself immensely in the Fizzy Lifting Drink Room. She flew around so fast. She was like an expert, with her youthful martial arts abilities resurfacing. She and Charlie bounced off walls and staged little battles and tried strange stunts, while Willy and Chelsea floated peacefully as far away from the destructive paths of their comrades as possible.

Willy and Chelsea looked as if they were dancing to a slow song. Willy did not want Chelsea floating around freely where she stood the risk of re-injuring herself. He really did not want her to even drink the Fizzy Lifting Drink but she had insisted. He held her tight in his arms as they slowly spun. Eventually she talked him into turning on the music, but he flat refused the strobe lights because then they might unknowingly get in the line of danger. Violet was happy with the music. Now it seemed Violet and Charlie were having a dance off.

Suddenly it occurred to Willy that this might be a good time to have the girlfriend talk with Chelsea. He had just about worked up the nerve to broach the subject when she pulled away from him. She stretched out their arms between them and then gave him a twirl as though he were the female part in a dance that involved …a twirl. He spun completely around, very quickly, her arm moving his over his head and then she stopped him and pulled him close again.

"We could give them a run for their money in a dancing competition, huh?" Chelsea said with a smile.

"Sure. If I was insane enough to let you fly dance around. But I'm not so don't go getting any ideas."

He was surprised to see that she was not angry in the least with his response. In fact, she looked very happy.

"Chelsea?"

She looked at him questioningly.

"I'm so happy that you're happy.."

"Well I'm happy that you're happy that I'm happy then," she said with a giggle.

He pulled her close and placed a quick kiss on her forehead. Oh if she only knew…

Gods but he loved her.

Love?

Hmm…

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The next morning Violet had indeed caught the first flight back to Georgia, which was whenever she felt like it because Willy had graciously leant her the use of his jet. Chelsea promised to try and visit the states every summer where she intended to see Violet but would most likely go see her father and the rest of her family as well.

Violet's departure, oddly, was not the high point of Willy's day. An Oompa Loompa named Sherry approached him unexpectedly while he and Chelsea were having lunch with the Bucket's. She had not even knocked on the front door so he was startled when he felt a small tug on his jacket. He looked down.

"Uh.. yes?"

She held out a thick envelope to him. He took it. Well, this was indeed strange. The Oompa Loopma mail lady usually did not bring him mail unless she felt it was very important.

He started to open the package but then he noticed who it was from. He immediately leapt up and excused himself. He left the house and walked until he found a nice private spot of candy grass next to the Chocolate River. Then he brought his attention back to the envelope in his hands.

It was addressed to him, obviously, but it was who it was from that was intriguing. It was from a Mr. James Collins in California. Chelsea's father. But what did he want with him?

He ripped open the envelope and gently pulled out the letter, laying the envelope on the grass beside him.

Mr. Wonka,

If you have yet to take notice please do so now to the other contents

of the envelope in which you found this letter.

Willy paused and picked up the envelope once again. Sure enough, secured in bubble wrap was something small and shiny. He would get to that later. He returned his attention to the letter.

It belonged to Chelsea's mother. She died when Chelsea was still pretty young so I doubt Chelsea will recognize it but I am sure that having it in her possession will make her very happy. Tell her of its importance. The ring

Ring?

has been passed down in my family from father to son for a few generations now. When my father knew it was time he had my mother return the ring to him and then he proceeded to give it to me to pass on. I in turn gave it to my wife. Well, as you probably know, I did not have a son of my own, so I am hereby giving this ring to you. I trust that you will know what to do with it when the time comes.

Please son, take good care of my little girl.

Sincerely and in your debt,

Jim Collins

Willy laid the letter down and stared off into the chocolate of the river for a moment in thought before finally reaching for the envelope. He fished out the little bubble package and unwrapped it. Out fell a gorgeous gold ring with a tear drop shaped ruby on it. This was Chelsea's mother's ring. This was Chelsea's Grandmother's ring.

This ring belonged to Chelsea.