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! Since I'm going to pretend that the contest was in early December instead of February first. I didn't realize I had made that mistake until after I wrote most of the last chapter.
Be cautious if you haven't seen the 2005 movie yet cause who knows what I'll write.
Anything you may see here…the one thing….maybe… in this chapter … maybe … belongs to whoever made the Wizard of Oz…
Chapter 3: A test and a surprise
They arrived at the clinic in good time but Mr. Wonka wouldn't leave the elevator unless Charlie held his had the whole time. So they went in, Charlie having to pull a reluctant Mr. Wonka into the clinic, and approached the woman who was sitting behind a desk.
"Can I help you?" she asked with a thick British accent when she saw them. Mr. Wonka starts hissing in the back round.
"Yes Mr. Wonka and Charlie here need a blood test taken to determine if they are father and son." Said Mrs. Bucket. Mr. Wonka would have gone into a flashback at the word father if the lady behind the counter hadn't snorted.
"You don't expect me to believe that there man is Willy Wonka the famous chocolateir, do you? Do I look like some sort of fool to you?"
"Yes…" Said Mr. Wonka silently to himself as he started to search his many pockets for something. He finally found what he was looking for. He had pulled out a colorful card of sorts and put it right in front of her face.
"See? See? It says Wil-ly Won-ka! Occupation Chocolatier!" He said matter of factly.
Before she could respond the door off towards the right opened and a clinic nurse came out.
"Oh hello!" She said as she started towards the desk. "What do you need?"
"Look Grace its Willy Wonka!" The counter lady pointed at Willy who was busy putting away his rainbow card.
"We need a blood test taken to determine if these two are father and son." She said indicating Charlie, who smiled at the nurse, and Mr. Wonka, who was now in a flashback.
"F-follow me!" The nurse stuttered barely believing that the Willy Wonka was in front of her.
As Charlie pulled him along, Mr. Wonka came back to the present.
"Where are we going?" He asked curiously and then asked hopefully. "Are we leaving?"
"No, we are following the nurse to the next room so she can take our blood."
"Well ok, as long as needles aren't involved…"
"Well she's going to have to use a needle Mr. Wonka. How else would she take the blood?"
They entered the next room which contained beds and medical tools and smelled like bleach.
"Now you sit here and you right next to him and I'll take some of your blood." She said all business like.
Mr. Wonka didn't want to sit down on the bed. Who knows what had been on that bed before him…
"Mr. Wonka, she can't take your blood with you standing." Charlie said pushing Mr. Wonka towards the indicated bed.
"Why not?" Mr. Wonka said rather dejectedly as if he had been hoping she would do that if he didn't sit down.
"Most people can't handle getting their blood taken and feint so it's better all around if you sit on the bed. Now I'll do Charlie first, I need you to fill out this form so we can send you the results." She pulled over a clipboard and handed it to him.
"Ew…" Mr. Wonka said while looking at the form.
Charlie didn't like needles any more then Mr. Wonka or anyone else for that matter did, but since he wasn't the type of child to make things difficult he just looked away and watched Mr. Wonka fill out the form. After a couple of minutes Mr. Wonka finished and looked up at him. The way Mr. Wonka was looking at his eyes made him realize that they must have become even purpler then they were yesterday. In a few days he figured, they would be all purple just like Mr. Wonka's.
"There, that should be enough." The nurse said removing the needed and putting a cotton swab on the needle hole. As she taped it she told him to hold his arm up against his chest so that the pressure would stop any bleeding and that he could remove the tape and swab when he got home. She marked the blood filled vials and put them in a holder of sorts.
"All done with the form Mr. Wonka?" She asked even though she didn't wait for a response before taking it and putting it with Charlie's blood. "Now I can't take your blood if you keep your arms like that, Mr. Wonka!"
Mr. Wonka had crossed his arms on his chest giving her a look that could be read as 'You'll have to pry my arms apart with a crowbar before I let you take blood'.
Charlie got up even though he was slightly dizzy and went to Mr. Wonka's side.
"Don't worry Mr. Wonka I'll hold your hand the whole time and before you know it we'll be going back to the factory!" He said reassuringly.
Mr. Wonka first grabbed Charlie's hand before lowering his arm so the nurse could take his blood. It didn't take very long but Mr. Wonka made a show of acting like he was dying. If not to distract himself then to distract Charlie from watching his blood being taken. Anyone could tell that the sight of blood quickly flowing into the vial was getting to Charlie.
"The results will be ready in two day's time and will be mailed to you." The nurse said taking the vials and clipboard and leaving the room. "Have a nice day!"
They entered the elevator and Mr. Wonka pressed the button.
"Hey Charlie?"
"Yes?"
"Remind me later to set up a mail box."
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After dropping Mr. and Mrs. Bucket off in the garden they heading back to the factory and, once there, went to the chocolate waterfall room.
They sat in the furry chairs opposite each other and Mr. Wonka once again looked at his eyes.
"Almost…" Mr. Wonka whispered to himself absent mindedly.
"Almost? You mean my eyes are almost purple?" Charlie asked.
"Hmm…almost…clearly destiny…"
Charlie wanted to ask Mr. Wonka what would happen if it turned out he was his son but there was a good chance he wasn't, especially since Mr. Wonka himself said he didn't leave the factory at that time, and he didn't think he should. Some how it seemed rude since he knew Mr. Wonka would probably get uncomfortable with the parent subject and he himself would feel uncomfortable bringing up the topic. So he decided that if it turned out that he was really a Wonka, and then he would ask questions.
He started thinking about what would happen if they opened the envelope and it said he was indeed the son of Willy Wonka the famous chocolateir. He'd get the factory either way, but he supposed that he'd be more worthy if he was a Wonka. It should stay in the family if possible, after all. How would Dr. Wonka react to the news of having a grandson? Mr. Wonka would tell him right? Would the outside world find out? Did he still have to call Mr. Wonka, Mr. Wonka or would he be dad? How would his family react? Clearly they suspected but…if it were true…Would he ever find out if Rachel Blackrose was his mother? She probably was but he had to have proof. What if she was? Would he meet Victor Blackrose? Would Victor hold Mr. Wonka responsible? Charlie didn't want anyone upset…
What if Mr. Wonka wasn't his biological father though? There was a good chance after all. Would he ever find out who his real father was?
He was startled from his thoughts when he realized that Mr. Wonka was right in front of him waving a gloved hand in his face saying "Chaaaarlieee! Wonka to Charlie! Come in little chocolateir!"
"Y-yes?" He asked in a sheepish tone, embarrassed that Mr. Wonk had to stand right in front of him before he came back to reality. Who knew how long the man was standing there?
"Flashback?" Mr. Wonka asked after realizing his chocolateir in training had finally come out of his own world.
"No just thinking." He said realizing he had brought his knees to his chest and rapped his arms around them while he had been thinking. He sat up, unfolding himself, and look at Mr. Wonka.
"Anything I can help with?" He had watched Charlie's face when he was thinking. It had gone from a deep thought look to worried to sad and then finally it became depressed and Mr. Wonka had gotten up at this point knowing it would be better, for Charlie and he himself, if he pulled Charlie away from whatever was going on in his mind. It had made him feel sad when he saw Charlie sad. It felt like someone was squeezing his heart and when he had saw that Charlie was getting depressed, he almost felt like crying. All he wanted was for Charlie to be happy. Always happy, and he would do whatever he had to do to make Charlie happy.
"Not yet…" Charlie said more to himself then really answering and before Mr. Wonka could question him further he stood up. "I'm kind of tired so I think I'll just head off to bed. Night Mr. Wonka…"
"Goodnight my boy."
Charlie paused, thinking. Mr. Wonka always called him 'my boy'. It was a term of endearment that Mr. Wonka used. But with the possibility of Mr. Wonka being his father…it kind of felt like he was saying 'my son' and that brought up many emotions. So many, he supposed, that they must have tied together because he wasn't sure what he felt right now.
"Charlie! You're doing it again…" Mr. Wonka said in a sort of sing song voice.
"Uh sorry…Mr. Wonka?"
"Yes?"
"Don't forget the mail box."
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Though Charlie had said he was tired he, of course, wasn't. At first he just laid on top of his bed in his clothes. Then he lay under the sheets in his pajamas. Then he hung of the side of the bed sideways, letting the blood rush to his head since it was perpendicular to the floor. But after two hours of not getting any more tired he decided that he hadn't seen enough of the factory yet and decided to explore a bit. Hopefully he would get tired along the way. So he put on his shoes, just leaving his pajamas on, and left the room. Since he had to call the elevator to his floor he supposed that Mr. Wonka was in the inventing room. But he was proven wrong however when the elevator came. Inside stood Mr. Wonka and Charlie, not expecting this at all, screamed (not like a little school girl of course… Sarcasm on…) and jumped back.
"I thought you went to bed Charlie?"
"I can't get to sleep so I figured if I walked around a bit I'd get tired."
"Well hop in then!"
"Weren't you going to bed? Wait…Why'd you come to this hallway?"
"Only because there's nothing left to do right now." Mr. Wonka said avoiding the second question.
Charlie just shrugged and actually hopped in, which seemed to delight Mr. Wonka. (You know, since he had told Charlie to hop in…anyway…)
They stood there for a minute before Mr. Wonka said "Well, go ahead Charlie! Press a button!"
"…Don't you want to press a button?"
"Pretend I hadn't been in the elevator! Where would you have gone? I want to see what button you would have chosen!" Mr. Wonka was clearly very excited since Charlie had only scene the rooms that they saw on the tour.
Charlie looked at all the button reading the labels and deciding what he wanted to see.
There were so many buttons he couldn't help but feel just as excited as Mr. Wonka.
He felt like visiting one of the animals for some reason so looked over the room the contained animals.
'Sheep meadows, cow fields, Charlie's surprise, geese-wait a second!'
He looked at the button that said Charlie's surprise and then at Mr. Wonka whose face broke out into a giant grin and he started hoping in place in his excitement.
'I guess I'm supposed to press the button…'
Charlie slowly brought his hand up towards the button and the closer he got the more Mr. Wonka jumped. When he finally pressed the button Mr. Wonka was bouncing off the walls. The elevator shot off and he probably would have smacked his head on the elevator's wall if Mr. Wonka hadn't happened to jump (yes he's still jumping even though the elevator is moving…) near him. So instead he was thrown into Mr. Wonka, who caught him. They stopped just as he was thanking Mr. Wonka and Charlie turned to see a rainbow colored door that had the word surprise on it. Mr. Wonka, who still had a hold of him, started to jump again taking him with him.
"Like I said Charlie! The best prize is a surprise!" Mr. Wonka laughed, let go of Charlie, ran to the door, and turned around, waiting for him to open the door.
For suspense reasons(or maybe because the longer he took the more happy Mr. Wonka was and he liked it when Mr. Wonka was happy. It made him happy and that's always a good thing!), Charlie took his time going to the door and opening it. By this time, Mr. Wonka was swaying side to side really fast and when Charlie started to open the door, Mr. Wonka started squealing happily.
Finally when he opened the door he saw something that made him gasp, a horse! But this was not just any horse! It was a green horse. He looked at Mr. Wonka happily and then looked at the horse and gasped again. The horse turned red! (Does this seem Wizard of Oz to you? Yes? Good! It is from Wizard of Oz!)
"Surprise!" Mr. Wonka said and ran over to the horse. "I found it before the contest but it took a while to get here! It came just yesterday but I've been expecting it! It's yours now Charlie! Do you like it? Do ya? Do ya?"
"M-Mine? Your giving it…him to me?"
"Yep!...Do you like it?"
"Like it? I love it! Thank you Mr. Wonka!"
"Your welcome Charlie! Sooo What will you name him?"
"I don't know…I guess I'll just have to wait and see. I'll think of something. Maybe I can figure out what he likes and that will give me an idea."
"I'll have and Oompa Loompa move him to the fields so he can run around."
They spent a few minutes petting him until Charlie got tired and yawned. Mr. Wonka looked at his watch.
"Yes your right Charlie it is time for bed! Bye bye horsey!"
"Bye."
They went into the elevator and just went to Charlie's hallway since Mr. Wonka could access his own hallway using the door at the end of Charlie's hallway. (hallway hallway hallway…ok it's out of my system now.)
"Goodnight Charlie."
"Goodnight Mr. Wonka."
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First off thanks to all the reviews( counts them) all 12 of you…
I want anyone reading to tell me what I should name the horse. I'm thinking Rainbow for obvious reasons but that's just gay so I want someone to give me a good name for a HORSE. And don't say Boob or any human name because I'll just ignore you…maybe…
Era Yachi: Thanks and hey Era? Mwuhahahahaha! Cliffies! You inspire me to piss people off with cliffies! Though you can't actually consider it a cliffy unless I go dun Dun DUN! Wgich I didn't so it isn't a cliffy…oh well…
Tabbytha: Yes it is isn't it? I love Johnny Depp and all but WW is like a whole other person and he's to childlike for that kind of thing. But don't worry about being creeped out there an explanation for it latter on…like in two chapters…
Mithril Maiden: Hope this quenches your thirst!
Flic: I should name the horse Flic just for that…
HollyWoodActress13: Thank you! And I luv reviews!
Devil Child Vorn: Don't fall of your seat! That could happen if you sit to close to the edge you know! Or you could go blind from staring at the screen too long! It's a dangerous world…Nice name by the way!
Tree: Here u go!
Backupsystem:Yay! Thank u! Enjoy the chapter!
Semi-sweetWonkafan: Whoa! For a second there I thought u said loser instead of l8er! Oy! I was like WTF-oh…
I'mconfuzed:Who knows, maybe. I wrote this story as soon as I saw the movie so I wouldn't know really. Maybe I'm sharing a brain with someone! Someone once told me I was physic because I guessed what the next chapter was going to contain! Sometimes I feel physic…
Caphius: Here! Don't kill me!
postgrl:Yes you are so I luv you now!
I might have to fix some things because I'm putting this out with out fully checking. Tell me if I screwed something up. I'll put this out so you can read it but I'll probably take it of in a couple of day's to add stuff so beware!