Ok here we go one more chapter...on a monday! Hah a day late and half a brain to use. Poor poor me :) Anyhoo I suppose it would be wise to say two more chapters? Heh all I can say is your lucky, lucky that i'm progressing with this story as long as I am...even with bad grammar! cause being me I rarely get to this point, as I don't usualy finish a story, just fic peices...ah well do enjoy! And thanks to the people who submitted reviews. I appreciate them muchly! should I hope for more? nah but thanks none the less!

-IQ

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Chapter 3: Dreams in Burgundy

Oh how she had so many questions to ask. And they all wanted to burst forth at once. However the only thing Becca could remember answering was her name and soon it was as if she had drunk warm milk, and had a warm fuzzy blanket wrapped around her as she sat in front of a happily blazing fire. As Becca felt her eyes grow heavy with sleep she looked upon the face of the man she guessed had rescued her from the cold. Could this be Willy Wonka himself? So many questions she wanted to ask. But soon sleep had claimed her and the only thing she had taken with her was the mental image of his face.

Naturally Becca was a nice person to get along with when others got past that initial stage of wariness when first meeting her. However waking up inside a strange building with an even stranger person talking to himself was enough to pump adrenalin through her usual rational mind. Making a rather bad first impression with her savior. Of course no one ever suspected that Becca St. Thorne was frightened. No one ever expected a security guard of Becca's caliber to be frightened so easily. Then again it was always rough when waking up from being drugged by chloroform, just that no one had ever told that to her.

Sleeping peacefully in the warmth she had no idea that Willy Wonka was rather intrigued by her. Nor did she know that her friend and partner had been waiting for her as well. Gordon checked his wristwatch and noted the time.

"Midnight…highly unlike her to be late…"

He looked around and had not seen nor heard anything out of the ordinary. There was no way he could have got the instructions wrong. And he had faith that Becca would not have either. They were scheduled to work at 8pm. And now it was 12:01AM. The shift was finished and the delivery was complete. Something was wrong; Gordon could sense it. Why else would Vic and Max show up to a job he and Becca were assigned?

Stopping momentarily in the falling snow Gordon looked up to the inky black sky. He could hear the two bumbling idiots heavy stepping in their galoshes ahead of him, heading towards the car they drove up in. Shaking his head as he leveled his gaze in their direction, Gordon simply melted in to the shadows. He had that natural skill to disappear when he wanted to. Everything they said was suspicious about why they were there and that didn't sit too well with him.

Max said nothing but had a guilty look in his eyes. While Vic, Vic was just huffing and blowing about how Becca asked the both of them to back Gordon up as she was suddenly feeling ill and was going home. Gordon knew Becca would have telephoned him immediately if that were the case.

Vic was a rather portly guy, more bark than bite. On the other hand, Max was the muscle. Max, despite his strength and muscle, was fairly intelligent despite all the stereotypical comments about having more muscle than brains.

Quietly Gordon followed them, sticking to the shadows and using every stealth technique he knew to sneak close enough to hear and watch the both of them without having to worry about the wind or being seen.

"Hey Vic, you think we should at least go back and check on…"

Vic stopped short and whirled around facing his partner

"Are you worried about that job stealing, snot nosed brat Max? You got a crush on her or something?"

Vic sneered at him and put his hand on his fat hip, waiting for Max to answer. Max only sighed as he wrapped his scarf snug about his neck.

"That wasn't right what we did…what if that Wonka fellow just left her on the stairs? Just what if she…you know died of the cold?"

Vic shook his head and made a snort of disgust as he answered Max's question none too nicely.

"First thing Max, even if Wonka left her there the chloroform would have worn off and she would have woken with a bad headache. Not any of my business if she doesn't have the brains to move when she's cold now is it? Besides I'm sure if she wanted to she could scale that factory wall…"

Gordon heard enough. At first reaction, he wanted to confront these two but he knew that would waste precious time if Becca were still outside on the steps of Willy Wonka's factory. His new priority was to get to Becca immediately, then he would deal with these two later. As silently as he had come, he left the two bickering men and made his way to the large and now foreboding factory, hoping his partner would be there and hopefully not too worse for wear.

Becca had been dreaming that she had been chasing the man in the burgundy coat. Every now and then he would stop and turn back to her, as if making sure she was following. Just as she almost reached him he would move on once again. She was becoming more and more frustrated. She had questions, oh so many questions. Finally she stopped and just yelled out at the burgundy man to stop.

As she yelled out, she could feel the oddest sensation, that of her body trembling. At first it was gentle; but as she continued to mouth the man to stop the trembling continued into shaking. Afraid, she had closed her eyes in the dream in fear. Momentarily the shaking stopped and she opened her eyes and blinked as the sudden pain shocked her in to being more alert state and gasped as she sat up in bed unaware where she was, but she noticed she wasn't alone.

Willy had been hard at work with candy making when the Oompa Loompa he had left with the girl, had tapped him on his knee and he looked down. He blinked for a moment and then it dawned on him, she was awake. But Willy was not one to jump to conclusions too quickly, running the tip of his tongue over his lips he asked in a sudden nervous tone and found that even his voice was small and quiet.

"She's awakening…isn't s-she?"

The Oompa Loompa was taken back as he had never heard his boss sound so unsure before. But the little three-foot man only nodded and waited for further instructions. Willy leaned against his worktable in apprehension. She was going to be awake and then what? He closed his eyes and immediately straightened up and headed for his glass elevator.

"Well, meet the guest or to stay here and be unimpressed? What to do what not to do…

By this time he was already in the elevator and pressing the button. The sight that he came upon was something of a nervous moment. The girl who was named Becca was talking in her sleep. Willy was concerned for her as he thought of nightmares. Especially when he heard her telling someone to stop. He sighed and found himself sitting on the edge of her bed again, shaking her gently at first. But that didn't bring her fully to consciousness, immediately he became worried and shook her harder. Once again she called out for what ever dream entity, to stop and she let out a gasp as she suddenly sat up in bed.

Willy pulled back a bit so as not to collide with the girl. She was awake, but not completely coherent that she wasn't in danger. The dream, what ever it was still had a hold over her. Willy waited a few moments and looked at her, not realizing she was looking square at him. This time he found himself able to relax in her presence.

Willy found himself gently clasping her shoulder to help calm her down. He found no words would come as she held his gaze.

Finally looking around then down at his hand she reached up and gently touched the gloved hand and seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief. She smiled a bit and looked up at him again.

"I was afraid I was dreaming still…that you were a dream…"

She spoke softly as she relaxed. Willy still watched her; he was quiet as she withdrew her hand. There wasn't anything to say; only that he was more intrigued. She didn't remember their earlier meeting and seemed an entire new person. Finally Willy spoke.

"A dream?" he smirked a bit at her and continued on.

"A dream doesn't feel real. A dream isn't warm…like chocolate. Am I warm to your touch?"

Willy asked as he watched her. He wasn't expecting the look of mild disgust. He wondered why, but waited for her answer. When none came in the few seconds of silence, again he asked her if he was warm though his tone grew impatient, he didn't feel it.

"Am I warm or not?"

"Your warm…warmer than, than chocolate…" Becca spat out finally looking as if she had tasted a bitter walnut. But she quickly recovered her calm demeanor.

"Who are you?" She asked.

"Your Willy Wonka…aren't you?"

She answered her own question as she pulled back from him a little more and looked at his well-groomed hair, she avoided looking in to his eyes as much as she could.

"Your him…" she whispered more for her self-assurance.

Willy made no sound. He merely sat there on her bed like a colorful statue, not saying a word. Usually people would give their grandmothers for a chance to see him in person, to be in his factory even. But this young woman seemed to despise his candy fame. Or was it something more she despised? Willy felt the old familiarity of his father in her attitude and it put him on edge.

"Yes, that's me…"

He answered cautiously and straightened up his posture.

"Now, are you going to tell me what you were doing on my factory steps?"

Becca looked at him and nodded slowly.

"Of, of course Mr. Wonka…"