YAY! I'm back! DUN DUN DUN! Anyway, so sorry it took so long to update. It's here now, yay! Anyway, I'd like to thank all the reviews. I'd put personal thanks to each of you, but my comp had a virus and it deleted all my saved mail and documents on yahoo. GRR! Oh well, I'd like to say thank you to my Beta Reader, Kamyan :Huggles: Its because of her that there's no spelling mistakes, yay:Gives her a cookie and hug again: Tehe Anyway, my b-day past! I got tons of Wonka stuff, including a pillowcase,WOOOHOOO! And a poster, yay! AndI have the soundtrack. YES! Talk about inspiration. Also, sorry my chappies are so short...Anyway...READ ON!

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Chapter Three: Meetings and Invitations

"Hello. My name is Willy Wonka. And this is my heir, Charlie Bucket." Cat smiled warmly at the strange man, or as warmly as she could after what had just happened to her. Oh no, Slugworth wouldn't let her put the wires on her self. NOOOO. He let Rodney do it. She felt like she was going to be sick at any moment.

"My dear woman, are you alright? You're awfully pale." They stood in the main hall of the factory, her coat, gloves and purse lying on the floor. She had her writing pad in hand, along with a few pens and pencils in her front pocket. She really had no idea what to ask, the questions she had flew out of her head the minute she saw her father.

"I'm fine, just shocked at seeing the Candy Man in person," She stuttered. She held out her trembling hand, which Wonka took after a few moments hesitation. They shook, which lasted only a few seconds, then broke apart. "Well, my name's Catherine. You may call me Cat. I'm sure my boss informed you I'd be here. Yes I can see that he has." She took in their sharp dressed appearances.

Both nodded, and Charlie was relived that the way Willy had acted the first time they had met was merely a test to see which one of the children could be fine in a……strange situation. One had to prepared when dealing with oompa loompas. Yes, he was quite glad that Willy would be acting…..semi-normal.

They all stood in akward silence for a moment, when Charlie had an idea.

"Oh! Miss….?"

"Just call me Cat"

"Cat, would you like to have lunch with my family, Willy, and I? We can talk more comfortably." Cat nodded, her uneasiness ebbing away. These two seemed so nice. She didn't want to betray them…..but her family….

"Charlie! What a marvelous idea! Come Cat, Charlie shall lead the way."

As they walked down the long hall, Wonka kept stealing glances at her from the corner of his eye. She was very pretty. And she looked strangly familiar. Her eyes…..silver? His own eyes were peculiar, yes, the deep violet that they were. But hers were a bright and magnificent silver. There was only one other person he remebered having those color eyes……

Flashback

A ten-year-old Willy Wonka stood facing the nine-year-old girl, a sad smile on his face.

"Please stop crying, Little Kitten. I guess its for the best. Your father wishes you not to be around me, and you have to obey, " He whispered softly, reaching forward and wiping a tear off her cheek with a pale thumb. She looked up at him, and instead of the intense silver her eyes normally were, they were a dark and stormy grey.

"I know I'm younger then you, Will, but I like being around you. I want to be around you."

"I want to be around you too, Kitten, but we can't……We'll find each other again one day. I can feel it in my braces." They giggled together, and kitten stood on tiptoe to kiss his shoulder, a ritual they started since, with the braces, she couldn't kiss his cheek. Yes…..they would meet again, she knew that…..

End Flashback

"Kitten….." Willy whispered softly to himself. Cat stopped walking and looked at him startled.

"How did you know my nickname?"

"That's your nickname? An old friend of mine had the same nickname..." She looked up at him, and suddenly noticed his eyes.

"W-William?" She questioned. They stopped dead now, just outside of the edible room. He gazed down at her curiously.

"You were the boy...the boy with the braces that covered your whole head." He nodded. This was her. The only girl in his childhood that looked passed the damn contraption on his skull and saw him. She was the girl with silver eyes.

It was then that Charlie notice the two had fallen back. He turned to see the two, Willy a bit taller then Mrs.Cat, gazing at one another like old friends. Maybe they were?

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Me: Yes, yes! Well? Good, bad? Review! PWEASE!

Wonka: Look, they won't review if you ask them.

Me: Why do you always pick on me when I ask for reviews?

Wonka: Cuz it's annoying.

Me: I wouldn't be talking if I was you...

Wonka: I'M NOT ANNOYING!

Me: ARE TOO:Duct tapes his mouth shut: He's so mean to me... Jeez...Anyway, review:Wonka rolls his eyes: