Summery: For Charlie's 13th, Mr. Wonka takes him on his first trip to Loompaland; but they never make it. The Glass Elevator brakes leaving Charlie and Mr. Wonka alone in the coldness of a snowy desert; but they're adventure is only beginning.
A/T: Just please ignore possible spelling mistakes, Kay?
Chapter 1
"Bye Mum, Bye Dad, Bye Grandpa Joe, Bye Grandma Josephine, Bye Grandpa George, Bye Grandma Georgina!"
As soon as Mr. Wonka had entered the Bucket house at nine in the morning, there had been plenty of farewells in the small house. Mr. Wonka stood in the doorway with his small purple/red/pink suitcase which Charlie suspected to be like Mary Poppins' carpet bag.
Mr. Wonka looked over at the four Grandparents lying in the one bed, Grandma Josephine was busy knitting; not taking notice in anything, Grandpa George was watching Mrs. Bucket groom Charlie so when Mr. Wonka gave a toothless smile and waved his purple gloved hand, the only two to wave back were Grandpa Joe and Grandma Georgina; Mr. Wonka had liked Georgina out of all four of them.
Charlie quickly ran to Mr. Wonka's side, smiling up at his mentor like an obedient dog by its owner's side.
"Well." Mr. Wonka said after a moment of silence. "We'll be off…"
"Bye everyone!" Charlie waved as they left.
The pair started off with a slow walk, and then went onto a trot. After a few minutes of Charlie trying to catch up, Mr. Wonka started on a run and –
Bang!
Charlie stopped and watched as Mr. Wonka, feeling askew but calm and collected, picked himself back up and placed his hat on top of his head and grabbed his bag from the flattened ground which Mr. Wonka had pressed with his body. Mr. Wonka quickly pressed the button that opened the Glass Elevator; Charlie and Mr. Wonka stepped in without talking. As the doors closed, the feet of the two rising up and out of the Chocolate Room, the silence made Mr. Wonka uneasy, he started fidgeting and rubbing his purple gloved hand up and down his arms; Charlie knew silence made him nervous.
"Mr. Wonka?"
The dazed and nervous look vanished from the chocolatier's face and he smiled down at his little apprentice.
"Where 'is' Loompa Land, it can't be nowhere?" The smile then suddenly turned to confusion, Charlie could tell Mr. Wonka didn't know, he just needed to start a conversation before Mr. Wonka started grinding his teeth to the gum.
"Well, a Land can also be an Island, right Charlie?" Charlie nodded slowly. "Then I really don't know, possibly some Island."
There was some more silence as the Glass Elevator flew across to the large pipe out the back of which Mr. Wonka used for big mobs in front of the factory. Charlie smiled when he heard his mentor tapping his cane in some tune, possibly his Welcome Song he refused to think was bad.
"I like you, Mr. Wonka." Charlie commented.
Mr. Wonka smiled bending down he opened his bag and pulled out his safari hat, then placed it on top of Charlie's head. It stood for a while before it went over Charlie's brow, just balancing over his nose. Mr. Wonka pulled the tip of it up so it just fit around Charlie's neck, you could only slightly see Charlie's eyes.
"How do I look?" Charlie quickly asked in that excited tone he seemed to of inherited from his mentor.
"Like a little explorer." Was Mr. Wonka's words, Charlie gave a toothy grin, showing his slightly bent teeth. Charlie quickly changed the subject:
"What about me, Mr. Wonka? Do you like me?" Charlie begged. The hat still placed on his head.
"Well….I'll have to give you a rain-check on that, Charlie." Charlie gave the chocolatier a solemn look, cocking his head to an angle and pounting. Mr. Wonka quickly grinned and pulled the safari hat over Charlie's eyes.
"You're my heir, why would I hate you?" It seemed like the obvious response.
"That's why I like you, you're funny." Charlie said between almost breathless laughs.