Disclaimer: I don't own this. I don't own this. I don't own this. I don't own this. I don't own this. I don't own this. I don't own this…You get the point.

In this story the family decided that they didn't want to live in the factory but that Charlie would visit them for dinner or whatever.( Mostly cause I don't want them in the factory. ) Book two won't happen here or at least I don't think…who knows. I might improvise, or they'll just go into space…

This story begins about two weeks after Charlie accepts WW's offer. So I suppose it will soon be Christmas!

Be cautious if you haven't seen the 2005 movie yet cause who knows what I'll write!

Chapter 1: Discovery

Charlie was walking down the street heading towards the rundown shack at the end of the road. His family had decided that they would rather stay at the shack because it held too many memories to leave behind, and Charlie's grandparents didn't want to leave their bed behind. Charlie lived up at the factory of course, but went everyday to eat dinner with his family at his old home.

Mr.Wonka came too, with Mrs. Bucket's insistence.

"It won't do you any harm to leave the factory once in a while. It really is unhealthy to be cooped up in that factory with no human contact." She had said to Mr.Wonka after she had agreed to let Charlie live in the factory.

He was hesitant at first but after Charlie had pleaded with him, he couldn't refuse.

So everyday they would head out towards the shack and Mr.Wonka would be 'disguised' so that the reporters wouldn't bother them. Unfortunately Mr.Wonks's idea of a disguise, at least today's anyway, consisted of star shaped magenta sunglasses, a green golf hat that said 'Fudgelicious', a plum colored hooded overcoat, lime green corduroy's, a bright orange shirt, rainbow shoelace silver boots, and silver gloves. (You get the picture) Plus he still had his cane. (Charlie figured that he was planning on hitting whoever touched him with it.) So suffice to say, not even six steps from the gate they were surrounded by reporters and people.

"Charlie, my boy, it seems these reporters are smarter then I give them credit for." Mr.Wonka said quietly. He didn't like being crowded, especially by humans, and hoped that none of them would say anything that would send him into a flashback.

Charlie just nodded. Really, what was the boy supposed to say? 'No. You just stand out more then a lighted glow in the dark stop sign does at night.'(I wish they glowed in the dark) He doubted that would help much right now.

"Excuse me." Charlie grabbed Mr.Wonka by the hand and stampeded through the crowd and kept running till they reached the shack. He could hear the reporters and the people that had followed as he closed the door behind Mr.Wonka.

"Maybe I shouldn't have worn the Fugdelicious golf hat. The fudge part must have given me away." Mr. Wonka thought aloud.

"Oh Charlie! Good afternoon Mr. Wonka!" Grandpa Joe said from where he was sitting at the table.

Mr. Wonka bowed while Charlie just went over and hugged Grandpa Joe.

"Where's dad?" Charlie asked noticing that Mr. Bucket wasn't home yet.

"Oh he has to work late, Charlie. Some off those fancy machines at the tooth paste factory have gone haywire and need to be fixed as soon as possible."

"Ok." Charlie looked over towards Mr. Wonka and saw that he had apparently gone into another flashback again. He wondered what must have caused it.

Flashback

"You must brush every hour and floss! No son of mine will get cavities because he doesn't take care of his teeth!"

"Every hour! But I can't brush during school!"

"You can and you will! I didn't put braces on you just so you could slack in your teeth cleanliness!"

"But if go to the bathroom every hour, the kids in my class will think something is wrong with me. They'll tease me!"

"Nonsense! They probably brush every half hour! Now take this toothpaste with you."

Willy was handed Mrs. Cleanies Ultra terrific teeth cleaner.

"But this is for old people and it tastes like rotten milk! I'll definitely be made fun of!"

"Stop your whining this instant! Now head off, or you'll be late for school. Don't forget to brush and floss. I'll know if you don't!"

End flashback.

"Mr. Wonka?"

That seemed to stir Mr.Wonka from his flashback.

"Oh so sorry dear boy, that seems to happen far more then I'd like."

Mr. Wonka removed his overcoat and golf hat and hung them on the coat/hat rack before taking his place between Charlie and Grandma Georgina as Mrs. Bucket brought out dinner.

"Oh you have purple eyes! I like purple." Grandma Georgina said quite randomly.

"I like purple too!" Mr. Wonka replied.

"I've never met anyone with purple eyes before! Are they real?" She continued as if Mr. Wonka hadn't said anything.

"I've never met anyone else with purple eyes either! Mine are real though they weren't always purple!"

"Really Mr. Wonka? What color were they?" Charlie asked.

"Oh they were just like yours Charlie! Chocolate brown!"

"How did they turn purple?"

Flashback

"Hey Wonky Wonka! What the heck's wrong with your eyes?" Yelled one of the bigger kids of Willy's grade, Fervin Smithers, who was gathered with all the other bullies, or in other words, his friends.

"What are you talking about?" Willy asked hesitantly. He knew he couldn't trust Fervin because he was always lying to Willy just so Willy would end up making a fool of himself.

"Your eyes Wonky! There turning purple!"

"You're lying!" Willy exclaimed, knowing it was impossible for his eyes to be turning such a color.

"No Wonky! In fact I'll prove it to you!"

With that Fervin and his friends grabbed Willy and started dragging him to the bathroom.

"Hey! Let go of me!"

Of course they didn't listen to Willy and continued on there way to the bathroom. When they got there they threw him towards the mirror. Willy stumbled but managed to not fall. He looked into the mirror and saw that yes, his eyes were turning purple. Around his pupil was a ring of purple and there were shocks, like lightning, of purple slowly replacing the chocolate brown of his eyes. He gasped out in shock.

"That's right Wonky! You're becoming even more of a freak then you already are!"

"Ha! Yeah! Now he's a purple eyed metal head who has never eaten any candy! Just 'cause daddy says so!" Said one of the other boys.

"That's right! Hey boys! Let's show this freak what we think of him!"

With that said the bullies grabbed Willy and-

End flashback

"Mr. Wonka?"

Mr. Wonka jumped a little, startled, but quickly composed himself.

"I'm sorry. What was the question?"

"How did your eyes turn purple?"

"I don't know. One day shortly after I turned twelve they just changed."

"Charlie has purple eyes too!" Said Grandma Georgina. "I like purple."

"My eyes are brown Grandma Georgina. Not pur-"

Mr. Wonka had grabbed Charlie's face with both gloved hands and had pulled his head close to his own, examining his eyes closely.

"I never expected…this is…Clearly you were destined to be my hair Charlie!"

"What?"

"You grandmother is correct! Your eyes are turning purple just like mine did!"

"H-How? Is it because of the candy? Maybe that's why yours changed too."

"No it's not the candy. At least not in my case. But I doubt your eyes are changing because of the candy either."

"Then how? Neither of my parents have purple eyes!"

"We don't really know that Charlie." Said Mrs. Bucket, who up until now had remained quiet.

"What do you mean?" Asked Charlie, by now extremely confused.

"Well…"

"You should tell him Catherine. (Made up name) said Grandpa Joe. "You'll have to eventually."

"I know. Charlie…I think we should wait for your father to get home."

"No Catherine. You should get it over with now. It'll be harder later." Grandpa Joe said seriously.

"Yes, your right. Charlie, almost twelve years ago on the day you know as your birthday, I found you out in the garden, nearly frozen to death. Your father and I, we got so attached to you in such a short time, we didn't want to give you up. So we named you Charlie and here we are."

"S-so I'm not really your son? I'm not really Charlie?"

"No! Well yes, but you are our son, even if not by blood! And you didn't have a name when we found you so you are Charlie."

"You don't know that! Maybe I was named. Maybe I was lost and my parents were looking for me and you didn't even give them a chance to find me!"

"I doubt you were lost Charlie. I think your mom couldn't take care of you and she, well…"

"What! Left me to die!"

Charlie got up and ran out the house, nearly knocking over Mr. Wonka who had still been looking at his eyes, ponderingly, while listening to the conversation.

"Charlie!"Mrs. Bucket cried pointlessly.

As soon as he regained his balance he shot up, quickly gathering his things and chased after Charlie. Luckily the crowd had dispersed at some point so the streets were clear enough.

Charlie was leaning against the gates, with his head down so no one could see his face, waiting for him when he caught up. He slowly walked toward Charlie and placed his hand on his shoulder. They stayed like that for a few moments before Mr. Wonka unlocked the gates and they went inside.