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 4

"Why did I even agree to let you get me outta there, we're going to get lost."

"We're already lost."

"Charlie." Now Mr. Wonka was one to complain.

The snow fell on his delicate violet eyes and in his messed and tabled hair, a slightly bloody purple latex hand ran through the messy hair, the chocolatier groaned as he looked at the now ruined gloves. Charlie bent over, looking at the bloody gloves, he then looked up at his mentor. The chocolatier slowly pulled off the left glove, wincing at the pain it had caused him; cuts ran through many places of his hand, some grazed and others bleeding, he did the same to the other hand, examining each hand quickly before stretching each glove to holes here and there. And I just bought these.

Charlie seemed to have a few less problems, through he seemed to be limping. Around his left eye was a shaded rim of purple and and couple of bruises, most would just heel over and become scars.

"Are you alright Mr. Wonka?" Charlie looked at the cuts on his mentor's hands.

"Yeah, sure," Mr. Wonka told him, a fake smile imprinted on his cold pale face. "Fine."

"Do you want me to hold your cane for you?"

"Na, I'll be fine!" The chocolatier placed his cane in his right hand but quickly threw it on the white ground when a sharp pain ran through out his hand. Charlie limped over to it and silently picked it up, he waited for Mr. Wonka to catch up before be continued to walk on. The was some silence as Charlie used Wonka's cane to help him, he really shouldn't of ran; it just had made his ankle even worse. Mr. Wonka looked as though he were about to throw up, but a silent and very distance look in his eyes told Charlie that he was thinking. If it was a flashback, as Mr. Wonka liked to call them, he would have stopped, but he was still walking and looking over at Charlie and behind him every few seconds.

"What happened back there?"

"Back where?" Charlie asked, still walking.

"It…broke. My Great Glass Elevator never breaks! That's what makes it so great!" Charlie listened as his mentor continued to ramble on. "Why did it break? I mean, the Oompa Loompas checked it twice, thrice, maybe even ten billion times before we left! You seriously think that could of happened by accident, I bet someone was stopping us." Mr. Wonka's face screwed up. "Slugworth."

Mr. Wonka dropped to the ground, a deep look of anger in his eyes; he was always trying to steal this ideas, he was much glad that Prodnose had given up and Flicklegruber was being quiet as a mouse with his Ice-Cream business; what had happened to him anyway?

Charlie had been walking a few paces before he'd realized that his mentor wasn't next to him or even a few steps away, he had stopped and had decided to sit in the middle of the snow. Sighing, the young apprentice made his way over and kneeled down in front of the chocolatier, watching him as he thought.

"Mr. Wonka?" He asked, waving a hand in front of Mr. Wonka's face, the chocolatier lifted his hand and pulled Charlie's hand away. He knew he wasn't having a flashback now.

"He doesn't even know how to keep his hands to himself. You know why he sends in spies?"

Charlie opened his mouth but Mr. Wonka didn't wait for an answer.

"He doesn't have an imagination, to be a chocolatier you need to be in your element 24/7, you need to dream, think, act chocolate."

It seemed Mr. Wonka forgot he was in the middle of nowhere and looked up in curiosity at his apprentice.

"You getting this all down Charlie?"

Charlie just shook his head. "Don't have a pen, or paper."

"Then just keep that in mind, Kay? - Ouch hot!"

The chocolatier quickly jumped up, rubbing the lower half of his back. "That hurt."

As Mr. Wonka rubbed his back, Charlie bent down to examine what his mentor had been sitting on. It was a long grey cement pipe, it was boiling hot but none of the snow was melting around it, Charlie started to rub off some of the snow that was collected on top of the pipe, only lightly for he didn't want to burn his hand.

"What is it! Is it dangerous!" Most of what Mr. Wonka was saying sounding more like comments than questions. The chocolatier started to hold his hands close to his chest, at the moment he was really acting juvenile, though Charlie was used to this type of Wonka it some how startled him; sometimes the chocolatier would bring out something wise to say, it was just very hard to hear him say something along them lines.

"It's gas." Charlie reported to no one in particular.

"Gas, which type of gas?"

Charlie wobbled to his feet, brushing off the snow that had collected on his pants and jumper. After staring down at the pipe, he couldn't find an answer to give.

"If there's gas that means hospitality is got to be around, doesn't it?" Mr. Wonka asked, bending down and picking up his cane lightly with the tips of his fingers, he tried to stand his cane in the snow, but it fell down again.

"Why do you think that?" Charlie knew Mr. Wonka was right in some way or another, why would their be a random pipe lying in the middle of whatever-this-place-was. Mr. Wonka started off with his usual 'Duh' snicker.

"Well, my dear Charlie, you couldn't have that when no one is using it." He leaned back on the balls of his feet. "Duh, everyone knows that."

Mr. Wonka opened his mouth again, but nothing came out…

Willy lifted his head from the cold snow and looked up to what had pushed him, Veronica came running down the hill, Terrence and Ruthie slightly behind her. He spat out the snow that collected in his mouth, and then sat up, rubbing his now cold nose.

Veronica had been Willy's friend ever since grade 4, which was a year ago. Terrence was just one of them friends who was …there, for no reason at all, he was just around and the others seemed to have no problem with that. Ruthie was pretty much a mix of Terrence and Veronica, a good friend who was …there.

"I'm so sorry Willy, I really didn't mean to push that hard I really didn't."

The sled had reached the bottom of the hill before he had, which possibly meant that he'd been pushed and slid off; sometimes he was such a klutz.

"Ouch." Where the only words clear enough to come out of his mouth, he felt his head; a small bump was forming. Veronica waited for Willy to say something like 'That's OK' or something that she knew he was listening; she frowned when he didn't even move.

"Are you OK Willy?"

Mr. Wonka slowly snapped back to reality, that flashback wasn't as bad as some of the other ones he'd had before, though he knew that if the flashback went any longer; he'd remember why he didn't have any friends. A sour feeling went into the chocolatier's mind and he slowly screwed up his face, who needed friends anyway? They just got in the way.

"Mr. Wonka." When reality came forward for him, he found a pair of hands waving in front of his face. "Mr. Wonka, are you OK?"

Mr. Wonka shook his head, the past thoughts had quickly vanished, and he looked down at Charlie and smiled wickedly. Instead of answering, his thoughts began on the apprentice's height; they were almost the same height. Charlie's head at least touched the top of his neck or a bit higher.

"Sure, fine." He nodded, placing an arm around Charlie's shoulders. "C'mon, my dear boy, we have to see where this pipe leads."

"But-" Mr. Wonka stepped over the pipe, with his arm still around the young teen's neck, he started following in the direction of the pipe.

"The only way is forward, that's what I always say."

"Mr. Wonka!" Charlie moaned, staring at his mentor's arm that lay across his shoulders. "Y-yeah?"

"We don't know which direction the pipe goes."

Mr. Wonka halted to a sudden stop, looking behind him and swiftly taking his arm off Charlie. Ew. He turned his neck around and looked at the miles and miles of snow that came before him, this felt like all a dream to him, just one big horrible dream.

"Why are you always right, Charlie?" Charlie quickly ignored the comment, he turned opposite Mr. Wonka; staring out into the white abyss. He rubbed his arms as the winds started to pick up, some of the pipe that was showing before was now covered in piles of snow, Charlie looked below his feet, the snow was covering his new pair of shoes he got a few weeks ago from his Grandparents; if they didn't move they'd end up –

"Charlie?" Charlie quickly looked up from staring at his feet. "Are you alright?"

His thoughts trailed off at Mr. Wonka's words, he hardly asked if anyone was alright. Before he could answer, the winds picked up, almost pulling Charlie away. Once they slowed back down again, the apprentice rubbed his fore head with his wrist and smiled.

"Fine, why do you ask?"

Mr. Wonka didn't answer, something out of the corner of his eye had attracted his attention, and it was big, black, and seemed to stand out in all this mess. He whooshed himself and started running, leaving Charlie to chase after him…

A/N: We'll leave it there, so I can leave everyone in suspense. I'm thinking of writing a fic based on a dream I had and Howls Moving Castle. It's about a Circus that fly's on this little island thing, the main character goes by the name of Emma. I'm in the middle of sketching what everything will look like and I'll get it started as soon as I can.

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