Title: Heir Cream

Warning: This contains slash between Wonka and Charlie. Don't like, don't read.

Disclaimer: Not mine. I don't own any of the characters in this story.

Author's Notes: I don't think I'm gonna continue this. It'll probably be one-shot, but you never know. This conversation just kinda popped into my head last night while I was waiting for the power to go back on at our house. o.o; Um... yeah. Please review! Reviews make me all happy and stuff. Whee!

"Hey, Mr.Wonka?"

"Yeah?"

"I have an idea for a new flavor I'd like to try."

"Oh, my dear boy! It's only been three months since you came to live in the factory and you're already thinking of new ideas to try! I just knew you'd be the perfect heir! I knew it since the moment I laid eyes on you! Well done! You're just... wow!"

Charlie blinked and stared at Wonka. He still hadn't gotten used to the extreme excitement of his mentor that occurred everytime he approached him with an idea.

"Well, my boy! Don't just stand there! Tell me about it!"

"Heir cream."

Wonka frowned. "Come on now. You can do better than that. We already make 'hair cream'."

"No we don't, Mr.Wonka. Not yet anyway."

"I showed you the room where we make the finest hair cream during the tour." After he mentioned the tour of the factory, Wonka seemed to get lost in his own little world once again.

"Mr.Wonka?" No answer. "Mr.Wonka?" Charlie gently shook the chocolatier's arm to get his attention.

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry, I was having a flashback."

"Anyway, as I was saying, I'd love to make heir cream with you. You see, ever since I met you, I've had this amazing feeling that I've never felt for anyone be--"

"Poppycock! We already make hair cream."

Charlie sighed. "No. We're thinking of two entirely different things, Mr.Wonka."

"My dear boy, how can you say that 'hair cream' and 'hair cream' are not exactly the same?"

"One is spelled with an 'a', and the other is spelled with an 'e'."

Wonka stared off into space for a minute, trying to spell out the words in his head. 'Hair... h - a - i - r... that one's spelled with an "a". Now what was the other one? With an "e"? Hm... h - e - i - r... heir... wait, heir? That can't be right... let me try that one again...'

Charlie noticed that the chocolatier was having difficulty figuring out what he meant, so he decided to further elaborate. "What I mean is that I, um, I love you, Mr.Wonka... I want to, you know... by 'heir cream' I meant that--"

"Well that's just... unexpected, and... and weird..."