Again I begin the next chapter in this tale of woe, I hope you doo not enjoy his suffering but...the writing style? Please review, I need some in writing sad stories.

Disclaimer- This is a work of Fanfic, all characters except that lovable Doctor Williams are the property of Mr. Dahl, the Tim Burton film of the book "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" and the film company that made it etc, etc.

Wonka waited in the room he called the office. He did not use it much, and often he was pushed out of the room by Doris, his secretary- But it was the room he often came to look at the city. It lay in front of him. Twinkling and silent. He stood expressionless, wondering why Charlie took so long to go down the road. Wonka's suspicion grew with every passing moment; he was worried about the heir of his factory. He stood still, clasping his cane and looking at the city. Suddenly he was galvanized into action as he saw the great gates at the front open. He rushed down the spiral staircase outside his office, his long evening jacket swirling behind, and his black shoes thudding on the ornate iron stairs. He childishly jumped the last few, almost angry that Charlie had been gone so long.

Charlie walked into the factory and was greeted by the comfortable breeze of warm air, the instant smell of chocolate. He calmed immediately, after a day of sitting alone in white rooms he wanted desperately just to walk around the factory, talking to Mr. Wonka. He needed some insanity to keep him sane, he wanted Mr. Wonka's quirky awkwardness and he wanted to be happy. He met Mr. Wonka rushing towards them, smiling as he slowed and tried to look indignant but Charlie knew Mr. Wonka too well to think he would be reprimanded. He stood in front of his mother and, hoping she would get the idea, lied to Mr. Wonka.

"I'm so sorry it took so long, Mr. Wonka sir. We needed to help someone…help them find …Their keys. And it took longer than expected."

"Well why do you go out there in the first place? You took too long Charlie; don't frighten…the Oompa Loompas again."

He said, trying to keep his feelings at a normal level. Well, normal for him. He looked at Charlie, almost head height by now and examined him. He was lying, but why? He, for the first time Wonka knew about it, was lying. Wonka looked into Charlie's eyes and Charlie looked down, but didn't try to undo his lie. Wonka thought then that it was important, so he decided to drop it.

Charlie gratefully took off his heavy jacket; it was almost the time of year when the city was covered in soft snow. Already there were the first flakes of it. Charlie looked at one, caught on his sleeve, before it melted in the heat of the factory. He frowned slightly then smiled.

"I have an idea…"

Wonka was all ears as he ushered Charlie to the inventing room, completely forgetting the Charlie's mother existed. She made her way to the Chocolate room and greeted her husband.

"The Doctor said he'd call us tonight with the details" she answered to his worried questioning. He nodded and went back inside.

The next hour proved busy for Charlie, as he jotted down his idea and discussed details with Wonka- the setting temperature, and so forth. Eventually Charlie decided to actually put his plans into action; he got the ingredients ready and began stirring the melting sugar. He felt Wonka walk up beside him and lean on the rail in front of them, stopping them falling into the boiling sugar.

"Where were you really Charlie?" asked Wonka quietly, as though it wouldn't give Charlie a guilty squirming feeling. He looked into Charlie's eyes and for once Charlie didn't look away. A silence settled for a moment, before Charlie looked back to his sugar.

"At the Doctors again. He wanted another test, I don't know. "Wonka turned so that his back was leaning against the rail, looking t the wall, not speaking for a minute. He felt odd, and he didn't like not being able to describe his feelings- of worry, shock and, he found, Love. He pushed it down inside his mind, angrily hiding the feeling away. He said, not looking round,

"The Doctors? Are you alright Charlie? Don't tell me you're bad, I don't want you to have to go to the Doctor's again. I don't like the Doctors- they're like Dentists or …." Willy Wonka's grudge against dentists still remained.

"It's not serious, I told you. Look at me- do I look sick?"

Wonka looked at Charlie, carefully evaluating. Yes, Charlie did look sick; he had lost so much weight, no matter how much Chocolate he tried to feed Charlie, Charlie never seemed to gain any weight. He also looked tired, but Wonka had a habit of overlooking other people's emotions. Wonka sighed and turned away again, before leaving he said,

"Remember to let the Sugar boil for exactly ten minutes at one hundred and twenty two degrees to maintain crystalline structure. Maybe we can surprise you family tomorrow with this new candy. Goodnight, Charlie." He left too quickly for Charlie to reply.

Down in the Chocolate room Charlie's parent waited by the telephone, looking at it almost angrily. It rang; the harsh noise rang through out the almost empty house. They looked at each other and she answered it.

"Hello? Yes, I am….. Yes? Just say it , please…."

Charlie's father looked up anxiously, he could only see her back, she paced worriedly. Suddenly all the life went out of her voice. She said nothing and slammed down the phone, as if it had bitten her. She turned and faced her husband, silent tears falling down her face. He walked forwards, his inside coiling and burning to know what was wrong, he couldn't bear not asking- but she probably wouldn't answer immediately, he told himself. He hugged her, she almost fell into him, she lost al the strength I her body. Eventually her sobs became words; he vainly tried to make them out,

"He's…only my boy, my Charlie….why did it have to be him? Why couldn't I, not him…He's too young…."

Instantly he expected the worst, and it was. The worst. Charlie had received the "gift" of the generations. He shook his head blindly, cradling a sobbing form. He lowered her gently onto a chair. He felt so many emotions, he could not move his face, it felt like acid had been poured down his throat. He breathed deeply.

"Surely it's a mistake, surely they're wrong…"

OK, next chapter Charlie will find out exactly what's wrong- and so will you, and his new confectionary will be revealed. Bah Bah Baaah

Thanks for reading, please review if you have time,

C. Clementine