Ok, While I work on my other story I will update this as well. It will not be long winded, or happy but I'll try to introduce a little slash.
This is a warning- Do not expect a happy story, Do not expect a happy ending. This doesn't really have a plot, just the description of an event,Charlie (skip down If you don't want to hear the ending, but it is kinda inevitable) will die.
Disclaimer-I do not, onor ever will, own these characters.
Please review, then I know if it's worth pursuing or not.
The Oompa Loompa tugged at Charlie's black trouser leg, and clasped his fist and hit either shoulder. Puzzled, Charlie returned the gesture of greeting and waited for the message. With Wonka interpreting the odd word (Charlie didn't really manage Loompish yet) he made out the message from his mother, requesting his presence in the Chocolate Room.
Wonka looked proudly at Charlie, now 15 and out of school. He had come along well, and even invented many new candies. But worry lined Wonka's face slightly as he wondered if he had much time left, if he would pass away before Charlie was ready. It was a fear of his, that he would get too old and Charlie would be left with too big a responsibility, but Wonka never gave voice to anhy of his concerns. He was working with Charlie on the precise temperature at which Fudge must be boiled at, to get exactly the right temperature. He had discarded his coat, it was hot in the inventing room and was in his vest and shirt, but his top hat- as ever- remained on his head.
"Mr. Wonka…?"
"Of course, my dear boy. Hop along and come back when you've finished."
Wonka turned back to the work he was absorbed in as Charlie picked his way through the instruments and machines. The Oompa Loompa hurried ahead and pointed to the door, Charlie nodded and thanked him and went through. He smiled as he came upon the Chocolate room, where his house lay in the small flat part between the two back hills. He loved this room, and began walking down. He stopped as he felt a small pain in his stomach. He stopped and kneaded his wiry frame- it had been happening in the last couple of months, sometimes in the night he woke because of it, in a cold sweat.
He had only ever told his mother, he was almost afraid to admit weakness to his idol, Willy Wonka.
He opened the door, which swung lopsidedly sideways and hit the wall. He entered the tilted room he knew so well, a small fire was crackling in the grate and his mother was sitting there, smiling slightly.
"Charlie, dear- I made a Doctor's appointment for your stomach pains, it's in an hour…Is that alright? I made it today, and they had an opening so I thought I may as well"
Charlie nodded faintly. Great, he had hoped to g back and help Mr. Wonka, but he had to go to one of the places he hated most- the doctor's.
His father sensed his disappointment and clapped his hand on Charlie's shoulder.
"Don't worry, champ- It's just a checkup. That's all."
Charlie nodded, trying to incense in himself some optimism. He failed, but he hid it well.
"Ok, excuse me for one moment; I have to tell Mr. Wonka." He went out side and emitted his shrill cry to summon and Oompa Loompa. One came rushing to his aid.
"Can you send a message to Mr. Wonka?" Charlie says that he won't be able to come up as soon as planned, He's going to a Doctor for just a small checkup…Make sure Mr. Wonka knows that it's just a checkup, ok? Thank you."
The Oompa Loompa scurried off to do his bidding. Charlie walked resignedly back into the house and followed his kind mother.
Mr. Wonka, still working heard the message and frowned slightly- what could Charlie need a Doctor for? He didn't seem to have any colds of coughs. He nodded absently but as he worked he could not shake from him a sense of worry.
That's it for today, but I will say this- Cancer runs in CHarlie's family, that will be examined in the next chapter. So until then, bye!
Thanks,
C. Clementine