I got good reviews on my first Mike/Violet story, and was asked to add onto it, but it was only a one-shot. So, I decided to submit my second Mike/Violet! But thank you to all who posted reviews for "Eyes On the Prize"!

Summary: One moment can change your life. But sometimes you need to know if it was real.

Rated: T

Feedback: It'd be peachy keen like a jellybean!

Warnings: "Italics" are thoughts. And spoilers, if you haven't seen the movie(s) or read the book- which I seriously doubt.

Pairing: Mike Teavee/Violet Beauregarde

Disclaimer: Do I even need to say it! …I don't own any characters or settings! There! I said it! I also don't really own the title… that's a Charlie Daniels Band song. But no lyrics are used.

Other note: I'm going to be kind of self-indulgent right now. Please ignore it if you wish. I just love the title of my fic! All right… now that I'm done, please enjoy…

The Devil Went Down to Georgia

Chapter One: An Age Since Passed

"Hey you. I bet I can beat you to that thing!" she said to him when they reached the Inventing Room. He followed her finger until he was looking at a machine. A gigantic machine, with one of those Oompa Loompas swimming in liquid. It looked like water, but with this factory- you can never be too sure about anything.

"You can't beat me. It's impossible," he informed her in his little smart-ass tone with his very own Mike Teavee smirk.

Violet gave a challenging sneer before yelling "GO!", and the two children took off running. They made it to a window to look inside, and their hands touched on the glass. Together. They held on for a second until they realized, then quickly pulled away from one another. During Wonka's explanations of the Gobstoppers and Hair Toffee, Violet was just looking at her hand.

"Wow. That was… It felt so…good…?" she pondered, still gazing at her hand. She'd felt many adrenaline rushes from her various competitions- but none like this.

Mike felt the same thing, but he actually was listening to Wonka (for once!). He suppressed the feeling by asking in that same smart-ass tone to Wonka, "Who wants a beard?" Willy went on with his creepy psychobabble while Mike stared at him strangely. Not because he thought it was stupid (which he definitely would have, had he been paying attention), but because he was lost in thought.

"Did that actually happen? And… why do I feel so…so…cheerful about it?"

That's when Mike noticed everyone crowding around a machine even larger than the Gobstopper contraption. Lights went off, alarms sounded, and everyone was terribly confused- well, except for the eccentric candyman. Mike just looked at it dispassionately, though, because… well… that was Mike. But although there was a huge commotion- all that came out was a strip of gum. Mike instantly thought of Violet, everyone did. But Mike felt a pit growing in his stomach, like something bad was happening… like he was scared. But he ignored it, because Mike Teavee does not get scared. Not of anything, or for anyone. Lone wolf, right. Violet then started chewing that fateful piece of gum while Wonka, being his freaky self, creped off.

Violet blew up like a balloon- no. Like a blueberry. Now Mike was scared, and he wasn't going to ignore it. But he was going to fight it.

"Me? Worried about that obnoxious gum-chewing chick? I don't think so!"