Rating: T

Genre: General

Summary: A much older Veruca Salt has quite a proposal for Mr. Willy Wonka. But she can be sure he won't agree to the ludicrous idea right away...if at all. At least...not until he has the proof he needs about a certain thing concerning the young woman.

Authors Note:

This is also my first Charlie and the Chocolate Fanfiction, and it is, of course, based off the new movie. You can be assured that the chapters will be much longer than the prologue. Whenever I do a prologue, it's always extremely short.

I have LJ user "plasticgarden" to thank for pitching the plot to me. She gave me the basic idea and I elaborated on it a little. Let's see how it turns out, shall we?

Also, people...don't be afraid to critique. That's why we're here on this website. So feel free to give me your opinions, good or bad, as long as it's not destructive. There is quite a big difference, and I've noticed that many people on this website are yet to learn that.

Anyway...on to the fanfiction. Enjoy!

Prologue:

There was no way he was going to sleep that night; not with the blazing headache that pounded furiously behind his ears. It was impossible, though, for him to put the events of the day out of his mind. Why had Charlie allowed that little wart of a girl into the factory – Charlie knew about how he felt about the rest of them. Maybe the young protégée was becoming too confident for his own good. He had been working as Willy's apprentice now for eight years, and was nearing his twentieth birthday. He hadn't kept in contact with those other nightmarish children at all – how could he be so sure that, after less than five minutes of speaking with her, that she had changed?

Willy had felt the prickling of dread on the back of his neck the moment he heard the sound of expensive shoes tapping down the hallway to his main office. Certainly, none of the Buckets had expensive shoes, and the Oompa Loompas were too minuscule in size to make that much noise. And though he didn't have a clue as to whom it could be, the grown woman who appeared in his doorway seconds later was possibly the last person he had expected to see in his office after eight years.

A fully grown, twenty-year-old Veruca Salt.