I want to let you know right now:

Charlie ends up having a crush on Willy. That's it. NO more than that. No one will pursue this. It just so happens that Charlie has a crush on Willy. Willy does NOT have a crush on Charlie. I promise you (despite my morbid fascination with the Willy/Charlie ship), this will NOT be a Willy/Charlie story.

Thank you.

Charlie opened his eyes and stretched. He yawned as he sat up in his chair. He looked to his left, and Willy was sitting there, grinning madly at him. He had his odd goggle-type sunglasses on, and he was, indeed, wearing his top hat.

"Good morning, sun-"

"Where is everyone?"

A little irritated that he was interrupted, Willy raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Charlie looked around the plane, craning his neck every which way and trying to make absolutely sure he was seeing what he was seeing. Or, in this case, what he wasn't seeing.

"The people," he said quietly, still looking about. "They're gone."

Willy stayed silent for a moment. Then he raised an index finger. "Ah. The passengers. Well, the plane has landed, Charlie, and everyone has gotten off."

What? This didn't seem right at all to Charlie…he couldn't have been asleep for that long at all…and the fact that he and Willy were still on the plane caused even more suspicion.

"Why haven't we gotten off yet?"

"Because we're getting off now!" exclaimed Willy, taking hold of Charlie's hand and nearly dragging him out of his seat.

Charlie was just about to ask if they could go home when they stepped in front of the exit.

"Mr. Wonka," Charlie gasped, staring straight ahead of him, his eyes very wide, "where could everybody possibly have gotten off the plane?"

He was referring to, inexplicably, the fact that the plane was sitting on top of a large cliff overlooking a very widespread rainforest. There were mountains in the near distance, and because they were so high up, the trees seemed to coat the ground like moss to an inanimate rock.

There was actually no way the passengers of the plane could've gotten off here.

Willy let go of Charlie's hand and instead held onto the boy's shoulders, smiling widely at the sight.

"This," he said, pausing for dramatic effect, "is Loompaland."

There was an awkward silence. "Where are all the Oompa-Loompas, then?" asked Charlie as he looked up at the chocolatier.

Willy swallowed, his smile faltering only slightly. "They uh...they're not here right now...they live down there," he murmured, pointing to the mess of trees. "We should get going, then..."

Willy made to step off the plane, but Charlie refused to budge. He frowned at the older man, trying to make sense of it all.

Willy froze, feeling Charlie's gaze on the back of his head. He turned around. "Yes?"

"Mr. Wonka, how are you going to get out of the plane?"

Willy hesitantly looked out of the open door, then down, and he gasped, jumping so sharply that he nearly lost his hat. He took hold of it and held it so tight to his head that he nearly crushed it. His grip on the cane tightened as well.

"Given that there are no stairs," Charlie declared, walking to the other man's side, "and we're on the edge of a cliff, there is no plausible way the passengers could have gotten off here."

"Charlie, grab a parachute," Willy interrupted, turning back to the inside of the plane. As he passed him, Charlie noticed he was frowning slightly, and his cheeks had turned a faint pink.

That was when Charlie screamed.

When Willy heard the scream, the first thing that exploded in his mind was he fell out of the plane. His stomach jumped, and he whirled around quicker than the blink of an eye. If Charlie had fallen out of the plane, he wouldn't know what to do….

But Charlie hadn't fallen out of the plane. As a matter of fact, he had fallen backwards into the plane, his back pressed against Willy's legs. He looked absolutely horrified.

Willy looked up and tilted his head to the right a little, narrowing his eyes.

Oh, he thought, staring right at the thing Charlie was screaming about. I don't think I've ever seen a snake that big. He raised an eyebrow. That's a pretty big snake, too. It rather looks like an—

"Charlie," Willy whispered through his teeth, suddenly tensing up. "Charlie, don't make any sudden moves…."

"What is it?"

Willy swallowed and very, very slowly—keeping his eyes on the enormous reptile that was gliding smoothly down the length of the plane—he kneeled down and rested his hands on Charlie's shoulders. "That," he murmured right into Charlie's ear, "is an anaconda." When he felt Charlie stiffen, he spoke quicker, keeping his voice down to a whisper. "This one's blind. I saw that it had no eyes. You must remain silent at all times, Charlie, and don't make any quick movements, because it can feel the air…."

Charlie stared with wide eyes as the gargantuan beast coiled around a couple of seats, bumping into things every one in a while, blindly making its way to the back of the plane.

Willy slowly took his hat off, eyes not leaving the shiny, scaly creature, and then he slowly took off the goggles. However, the goggles decided to be very cliché, and when Willy took them off, he ended up accidentally flinging them across the aisle. They made impact with the wall, and the blood drained from Willy's face.

The snake emitted a rather frightening hiss and snapped its head around towards the source of the sound. Its head rose up, fangs bared, and it slithered towards Willy and Charlie at an alarming speed.

Willy flung himself into the wall behind him to avoid the path of the anaconda, yet—as he realized with a jolt to the stomach—that Charlie was sitting right in the path….

The anaconda was going too fast to just grab Charlie and duck, so Willy frowned and jumped up, grabbing his cane.

Charlie's life flashed before his eyes as the snake advanced towards him at breakneck speed. He was about to close his eyes and let the snake do its evil deed, but something else happened.

Willy had jumped right in between the anaconda and Charlie, flung his cane backwards, and then brought it forward, striking the side of the snake's head with one powerful blow that knocked the fangs literally right out of its head. The impact the snake's head made with the side of the plane was enough to create a fairly good-sized dent.

The snake twitched on the airplane seats, then went limp.

Charlie—who was trembling violently at this point—gazed up at the back of Willy's head.

"Charlie," Willy muttered, flexing his fingers on the cane and trying to catch his breath. "If you go near another anaconda…." He lifted the cane and looked at him. "I might whack you with this."

Charlie didn't hear this, because he was staring at man before him. The way his sapphire-blue eyes turned dark when they were angry…the fact that he was angry for his sake…his eyes went dark for him….

Suddenly, the young boy froze, gazing up at Willy in horror. His mind was playing tricks on him for sure…his eyes were definitely deceiving him….

Were those tears in Willy's eyes?