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 6

Melissa had the lights dimmed in the living room, her hair tied up in a messy ponytail; done in five seconds flat. Different pictures and pieces of photo paper lay in front of her, as she switched between a picture of the Main Street and flowers. Blankly she liked the flowers better, at least the flowers did what they were told, she had to push five children away from the camera and some women who didn't know how to keep to their own business.

Her mind twisted, which one would be accepted? The flowers showed the sweet side of the town, how pretty it really was, but the Main Street showed the natural part; she had managed to get a good view of Wonka's Chocolate Factory.

"This is hopeless." She told herself, shaking her head in disgust. "Maybe I should tell Mr. Johnson that this isn't going to work."

Melissa worked as a photographer for numerous companies, she was now picking out a front picture for next years calendar, and she was hoping she'd never have to do this again. She bit her bottom lip hard, exchanging glances between both pictures. She stopped suddenly, lowering the pictures back on the floor, licking her lip slowly, tasting blood. Getting to her feet, she made her way over to the bathroom to wash her mouth out and clean her lips; they had a horrible habit of bleeding if she bit them too hard. She sighed sheepishly and smiled, returning to her work. Bending down in the dark and quiet room, she picked up the picture of the Main Street and looked at it carefully, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. She then noticed something, putting her index finger on it, she tried to flick it away; but it didn't move. Still staring at the picture, Melissa used her opposite hand to find her magnifying glass. Picking it up softly, she hovered it closer and closer to the little dot, once at a good view, she closed in on it.

Raising her eyebrows in confusion, she carefully examined it. It was rectangle shaped, but its outline was very hard to see, though the things inside the box seemed almost invisible, though it was really easy to tell; they were:

"People?" She asked herself, pulling the picture away and on the floor, sighing, Melissa rubbed her forehead with the sleeve of her horrible looking shirt; sighing to herself.

Charlie gave in to the slow temptations to enter his house. After pulling his hands constantly, rubbing them slowly over the door knob and clenching his teeth together, he came to a slow conclusion that he'd only go in with his trusting mentor; they were a team in this, and that would be the way it would be. Taking a deep breath, he turned himself around and followed his senses back to the large candy pumpkin, popping his head out from behind an unknown purple tree and quickly spotting Mr. Wonka trying his hardest to pull some of the swudge from the ground. He looked up and smiled over at Charlie, waiting for the boy to say something.

"I…found it." Charlie studded, using his thumb to direct behind him, the chocolatier nodded and went back to trying to pull the long bit of candy grass out from the floor. Charlie pulled himself out from behind the tree and over to Mr. Wonka's side.

"Can I help?" He asked innocently, cocking his head to an angle, the chocolatier gave a smug smile, laughing a little.

"I don't think so Raccoon Boy." He joked.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Charlie asked, pouting a little. Sometimes it was hard to understand Mr. Wonka's logic, or if a complement was actually teasing and mocking.

"It's just, with that eye of yours, you remind he of a raccoon."

"I just wanted to help." Charlie continued to pout, Mr. Wonka finally gave up and let his apprentice have a shot at pulling the swudge out, but ended up bumping his head on the back of the pumpkin. Charlie rubbed his head while reappearing from beneath the ground, he gave the chocolatier an unsuccessful smile.

"Maybe we should try together." He asked, but Mr. Wonka quickly shook his head, turning on the heels of his shoes over in the direction of which Charlie appeared from.

"I guess I'll have to go hungry." He told himself. Charlie only heard half of what he said, but quickly caught up when his mentor stopped, not quite knowing where he was going. Rubbing his chin, he looked around the area, he was mainly an independent person who liked making decisions by himself, but this seemed a moment where the younger one was going to have to make the decisions. Though he wasn't that worried, Charlie was quite a wise boy and made good choices, most things Charlie had done for him had changed his life. Regularly visiting his father was Charlie's decision that he just had to ride along with, even coming to the factory in the first place had changed Mr. Wonka's life.

"So," The chocolatier asked, balancing on the heels of his shoes and back down again. "where to next."

Charlie looked around for a minute, trying to remember the plants and features he'd seen on his way to find his 'trusting mentor'. He looked over at a lollypop tree, and then pointed towards it. "This way." He mostly told himself, and started to walk in the general direction he'd pointed at; his mentor following behind him.

Once at the little fairytale house which inhabited the Bucket family, they had a few minutes to pull themselves together, when Charlie had found the house, he was sure that he couldn't hear anything; so obviously it had been abandoned, and he didn't know how right he was. For when he opened the door, the house looked like it had been abandoned for centuries, dust had filled the whole house top-to-bottom and the large bed that had been for his grandparents was on the verge of breaking into millions of tiny pieces.

Mr. Wonka placed his top hat on the usual coat rack that stood behind the door and sat himself down at his normal place at the dinner table; he sighed and placed his elbows on the table, his hands by his cheeks and taking a deep sigh.

Charlie had stepped himself up on the couch and was ready to see what had become of his bedroom when he saw Mr. Wonka, he smiled kindly and continued up the ladder up to his bedroom.

"Elbows off the table Willy." Charlie told him, using the words of Grandma Josephine, but Mr. Wonka only sadly shrugged. Charlie's kind smile quickly turned concerned and he ignored his bedroom, jumping down back to the ground, making sure not to break something.

"Are you alright, Mr. Wonka?" Stepping closer, but the chocolatier didn't say anything, he just let go of his cheeks and hit his hands sharply on the table, ignoring the pain that went through them as he did it. Charlie freaked out a bit, and stepped back, finally coming to a quick conclusion.

"Maybe we should have a rest, it's been a long day." Charlie knew how old he sounded saying that, but when he got an agreement from his mentor, that wise was forgotten and he made his way over to his bed, pulling off the sheets and making sure there weren't any horrid spiders. From his bed he noted that Mr. Wonka was making himself comfy on the couch, he smiled at how Mr. Wonka brushed off one of the cushions with the back of his hand and sat himself down, taking off his velvet coat and waistcoat then flipping off his shoes and taking the W pin off and placing it between his shoes. As Mr. Wonka carefully placed himself down, his head on the cushion warmly and went into a sleeping position and closed his eyes, Charlie smiled and placed his shoes on the floor before placing his jacket on top of them and getting into bed, staring out into space before falling into a state of sleepiness.

As for the famous Willy Wonka, sleeping was the last thing he could think of. It had been his entire fault that Charlie and himself were now lost in this god-forsaken place, this was his factory, but at the same time, he felt it wasn't. How could he of done such a thing? Charlie's parents would never forgive him, he'd never be able to see them again, and he wouldn't have an heir anymore. He whipped away a tear that was caused by his bed thoughts, but more of them just kept coming. The thoughts just wouldn't go away, his chest and Adams-apple bobbed up and down, trying to suppress himself from wailing, crying and moaning; and he didn't want to upset Charlie by crying. Rubbing his eyes furiously, regretting that he had thrown away his purple latex gloves, he tried to make it as though he hadn't been crying in the first place.

"Charlie." He called in that tone one could easily tell that they had been crying or were crying.

"Charlie!" He called a little louder, but got no response. Sighing, he sat up and bent down, getting his black waistcoat and placing it back on, he had always seemed pretty comfy with it on, even if he was going to sleep; well, trying anyway.

As soon as the last button was on, he curled up tight, wrapping his arms around his legs and clutching them tight; taking another long sad sigh, he started to cry.

A/T: Poor Wonka, though if I were in his boots I'd be doing the same thing too. Curling up in a ball and crying my little hazel eyes out. As for Melissa, well, it wouldn't be like everyday you see a flying glass elevator in the sky. Can you imagine: "Oh look, it's a flying elevator, made of glass too." "Is that so?"

But she'll return in the story somewhere, maybe not next chapter, or the one after it; but she will appear again.

Also another big thank you to my two regulars Calowiel and Sherrrry. Without you guys, I wouldn't have made it to 10 reviews. Not long till the DVD comes out either, I'm getting it by at least Friday and on Saturday I'm seeing Corpse Bride. I'm so excited.