The last happy chapter, but I made a mistake- I accidentally put this second chapter onto a different story, So I'm sorry if this caused confusion. Again, a Disclaimar- I do not own the characters in this story but I made up this plot, If anyone has done something like this previously, I'm sorry. My second fanfic, so be nice when reviewing!
Charlie sat in the waiting room, anxious to get back to the Factory before Five o'clock, when Wonka would stop the informal lessons. He waited, his mother reading a magazine beside him, for the Doctor to finish the paperwork. Charlie felt, somehow, that there were two worlds- The world of the outside, grey and slow, and the world of the factory, the world he wanted nothing more than to live in. He waited calmly as the Doctor processed information, ticking boxes and signing names. He looked up and smiled slightly.
"The results will be back in about two days, Mrs. Bucket, I'll call you then. Charlie has been brave today…" said the Doctor indulgently; Charlie hated being treated like a child.
"Thank you, Doctor Williams." said Charlie's mother, ushering Charlie out of the cold, grey-white room.
Wonka heard a clanging and Charlie appeared, apologetic. "My dear boy, how did it go? Are you all right? You don't have any… Germs?" Wonka looked at Charlie suspiciously, "Why did it take so long?"
Charlie held out his arm, on the inside of his elbow was a small cotton wool ball, taped to his skin.
"It took a little while because he wanted a blood test…, Sorry Mr. Wonka, but I'm back now. Can we continue?" he said shyly, but Wonka walked forwards and inspected the patch carefully, though reservedly- his germ phobia was as strong as ever. Something wasn't right, thought Wonka, as though it was a half forgotten dream he was trying to remember.
They worked late that night, Charlie wanted to make up the hour and a half he had been away and Wonka never shied away from work. Wonka, as usual, dined with the Bucket family. His mother finally shushed Charlie off to bed and Wonka left the room, spouting praise for the meal Mrs. Bucket had made him and walked outside to the now dark Chocolate room. He slowed, breathing in the warm chocolaty smell that filled his imagination and plans. But he felt something was wrong, something wasn't right. Wonka felt a stab of fear, the usual fear that he would fade away and die before Charlie was ready, that he would never see what would become of the Factory. He pushed that fear out of his mind and strode purposefully towards the Elevator.
Two days later, two of the timeless happy days filled with the heady steam of chocolate and candy that Charlie so enjoyed. He was out collecting some grass with Wonka when his mother received a telephone call from the Doctor.
"Ah yes, Doctor Williams- and what did the tests show?" said Charlie's mother, with the usual slight worry of any mother.
"Ah…some interesting results, I'm afraid that we need to have Charlie back for a scan- There are some little things we'd just like to check out. "
"Oh, I see…nothing serious? I mean, if he needs a scan…"
"Nothing is confirmed yet- probably it will be nothing, just another type of checkup. But the only scan equipment fitted to do this kind of analysis is in this city, which is lucky for you and Charlie, but it will only be available for two more days, as another hospital needs it badly. I wondered if you could bring Charlie down here again and seven o'clock tomorrow?"
She agreed, feeling the first pangs of worry…. Why would Charlie need a special scan? He had never said exactly what was in the results…. She walked out onto the grass meadow and saw, across a rolling hill Charlie and Wonka, mowing the grass with a very strange machine.
Charlie stepped reluctantly into the white room, and faced the large machine. It scared him somehow, no matter how many assurances came from his mother and the Doctor it would be perfectly painless and not scary at all.
It consisted of a large circular dome that had a bed that obviously was pushed into the chamber. It had beside it a large computer that seemed to spray wires everywhere. Charlie, only in some shorts lay down on the bed. The Doctor smiled slightly, in his grey, tired way, and he saw his mother sitting down and smiling worriedly.
He felt the bed move with and mechanical whirr, he saw his mother's face disappear as he entered the white chamber, swallowing his fear, he forced himself to think of the only calming thing he could. The factory, with his house in the centre, his parents standing there and smiling encouragingly and Willy Wonka beside him- a hand on his shoulder. Whatever happened he knew Mr. Wonka would help him. With that calming thought in his head he stayed still until the scan was over. He climbed out shaking slightly and wanting only to get out of this world and into the warm, happy factory.
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C. Clementine