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Hello! Gasps I cannot believe I wrote all of this in less than twenty-four hours (had to babysit my five-year old sister at the same time... all day)! Heh, I hope your happy! 'Cause I did it for you readers out there, all of you fantastic reviewers. I love you gives you all a Wonka Bar. And as I promiced, I'll give you some of my Wonkaland info and other fun things at the end of the chapter!

Warning: This Fanfiction may contain Movie Spoilers: So, if you don't like them, watch the movie, then come back.

Chapter Two Summery – A Mysterious nameless button has been urging Wonka to press it ever since he installed it. But, once he presses it, everything goes down from there. Charlie and Willy Wonka have to battle out fears, and taste candies, it is only the beginning of a very different day…

Chapter 2 - The Glass Elevator

Willy Wonka grinned down at Charlie. "Press it," he said with a certain tone of childish mischief. He enjoyed seeing the look of wonder of Charlie's face, it reminded Wonka of himself at Charlie's age.

Charlie looked back down to the button then pressed it and stood up. At first, the button did nothing. So, they stood there for several seconds, without going anywhere at all.

"Don't worry, it's a new track," Wonka explained, "put in last week, the Elevator is always slow whenever a new track is put in."

"New track, Mr. Wonka? Is there a new room on the Factory?"

"You could say that." Wonka grinned wildly at Charlie, and said no more. This, made Charlie even more curious before. He also had a feeling that it was Willy's intention to get him very curious. Willy Wonka was strange that way.

"What's this Willy?" said Willy Wonka's friend, pointing at the paper Willy was working on.

Willy quickly covered up the sheet of paper, and grinned up at his friend, "Nothing..." he said, in a not-so-innocent voice.

"Oh common Willy, don't play games with me. I just want to see."

Willy considered this for a moment, then looked at his friend seriously, "you promise not to tell a soul?"

"Promise."

"Oh... Okay then, this is a design for an Elevator," Willy replied, turning over the paper and scribbling down more information.

"An Elevator?"

"Yea, I plan for it to not only go up and down, but to go sideways too!"

"Wow, that's a really good idea Willy! You'd be famous if you invent that!"

"Really?"

"Yea! Of course, you're brilliant! I'll bet you'll be famous one day! I promise not to tell a soul. Nobody."

"Nobody?"

"Nobody."

Suddenly, and without any forewarning, the elevator jolted diagonally downwards, snapping Wonka out of his memory. This also took Charlie by surprise and he fell over. Evidently, it took Willy by surprise as well, because he was also on the floor of the elevator, looking rather shocked, and his hat was askew.

The elevator then sharply went in a completely different direction rather rapidly, and Charlie hit his head on the side of the Elevator wall. It reversed directions again, and Charlie slid across the Elevator and into Willy Wonka.

Wonka grabbed onto Charlie, to keep him from sliding away, he started thinking wildly of what was wrong with the Elevator, and why it was treating them as if they weren't there. If fact, he was thinking so hard, that he completely forgot he was in the Elevator in the first place.

Charlie grabbed onto Willy Wonka's coat as they were tossed around in the Glass Elevator. He looked up, and saw Wonka's concentrated expression, he heard him mumble, "you're right," lightly under his breath. He shook Willy.

"Mr. Wonka!" Willy heard in the distance, he also seemed to be feeling something shaking him, "Mr. Wonka!"

Willy Wonka's head hit the side of the Elevator, and he snapped out of his thoughts.

"Mr. Wonka! What's wrong with the Elevator?" Charlie exclaimed as he grasped tighter onto Willy's coat.

"I don't know, it seems that the Elevator is a little confused," said Wonka, finally fully back into the real world.

He braced himself and Charlie as the Elevator went jeering off in another direction with a harsh snap and Wonka (with Charlie) slid into the opposite wall. He thought, though that was hard when you went shooting off in different directions every few seconds, of how to get the Elevator to stop acting... weird.

"Wait!" said Wonka, finally an idea getting into his head, "I know!"

Willy Wonka let one hand let go of Charlie, and grabbed his cane from the ground. Then, trying with all his might, he started jabbing the cane at the lower buttons of the Elevator. Trying to press the Nameless Button again.

His idea was that, if the Elevator was confused of where to go, so, he might as well remind it of its destination and hopefully, that would work. Finally, his cane hit the button, the Elevator glided to a stop, and then calmly reversed directions and started on it's way silently towards it's destination.

Charlie and Wonka both sighed in relief and stood up, Willy Wonka brushed himself off, and then turned to Charlie, and brushed him off. "That was really weird," Wonka said with mild confusion and amusement, flicking the last bit of dust off of Charlie. "I better get my Oompah-Loompa's to fix that right away." He turned around, looking out the side of the Elevator.

He then turned towards Charlie abruptly, "are you OK? I saw you bump your head back there." He leaned down over Charlie, seemingly glancing over Charlie's head.

"I'm fine Mr. Wonka, I'm just glad that the Elevator has stopped being strange," grinning up at Willy, "but, thanks for asking."

They stayed silent for the last couple seconds of the trip, Wonka thinking to himself diligently, as the Elevator glided into a doorway and opened up.

The room they walked into was not very much like a room at all. It looked rather uncompleted, and it had a large circular hole in the floor. Charlie guessed this was for something to go into. He wondered, because there were railings only guarding half of it.

The whole of the room was circular and fairly small, its walls were painted white, and some uncompleted counters stood opposite the Elevator, and across the odd hole. Willy grinned nervously and walked around almost pressing himself on the wall, trying at all costs to avoid looking at the three-story drop only a couple of meters away from him.

Charlie looked around it in confusion, while following Willy, "what room is this, Mr. Wonka?"

"Well," started Willy, "It's not exactly a room, persey, it's more of a entry... An uncompleted entry," Wonka added looking at the missing railings, it looked almost if there was going to be a set of stairs placed in the three-story hole. He then turned his glance away and coughed.

"But, I can't tell you about that yet," he added, looking at Charlie's expectant face. "I came here to show you something really neat." Wonka said and he clapped his hands together happily.

Charlie then realized that on the counter-tops were several glass bowls filled with what looked like pea-sized white marbles all the way up to fist-sized white marbles. "What are those?"

"This," Wonka said excitingly, walking over to the counter and picking one up, "is a Super-Coloured-Super-Flavoured Jawbreaker."

"Is it one of the ones that lasts forever?" Charlie asked, walking up behind him, causing Wonka to jump slightly and turn around.

"No. Well, it does something even better!" He placed the one he had earlier back in the bowl and he picked up a good medium sized one that was alone in another bowl, "here, I made this one for you. Go on! Try it!"

Charlie took the Jawbreaker from Wonka and looked up at him, not sure whether to try it or not, sometimes, Wonka's candy did... unexpected things. Wonka then started to make motions as if he was Charlie licking the Jawbreaker and grinned expectantly, nodding.

So, Charlie licked it. Suddenly, he tasted the most wonderful mint in the world in his mouth. "This is wonderful".

"Heh. I knew you'd like it! I knew you would!" Willy said with a smile, "now, look at it, look at it!"

Charlie looked down, and saw that were he licked on the Jawbreaker, it looked as if someone had taken a red paintbrush and painted directly on it with, one, solid stroke. "This is amazing."

"You see? Every lick you take, will be a totally random colour! I don't even know what the next one will be! Go ahead, take another lick!" Willy looked at him excitingly, gripping onto his cane.

Charlie nodded and took another lick, a thick taste of Chocolate filled his mouth when he did so. "It changed, Chocolate!" Also, the new lick he had done was a vibrant highlighter blue.

"Yea! Amazing isn't it? It changes flavors with every lick too!" Wonka grinned happily. "I actually invented that by mistake when I put the formula for the Three-Course-Meal-Gum into the Everlasting-Jawbreaker machine." Willy always felt particularly proud of himself when he made something very different. Even if it was by mistake. "At first it was weird, almost gross..."

Looking rather concerned, Charlie looked at his hands to see if they had changed colour at all, and he rubbed his nose to be sure it didn't swell up. Wonka looked at Charlie with confusion over Charlie's strange behavior. But, then he remembered the strange incident concerning Violet Beauregaurde.

Willy Wonka started laughing, "don't worry! I have had these tested over and over, and nothing is wrong with it! So enjoy."

Charlie took another couple of licks that consisted of Vanilla, Cherry and Butterscotch. The Jawbreaker itself now had a: red, highlighter blue, yellow, black and green splotches on it. Wonka grinned at Charlie happily, he felt that he accomplished something great that day. He didn't know what it was, but he felt good about it.

He stopped licking because a loud grinding noise was heard suddenly from the Elevator, so Wonka and Charlie whipped around to see what was causing it.

"That's weird," Wonka said while looking at the groaning Elevator.

Willy stared at it for several moments before saying, "Don't worry about it Charlie, I think we'll just take the stairs back out of here." Wonka added, without looking back at Charlie, "Could you pick up the bowl of small Jawbreakers? I need to bring them to another room."

Charlie nodded and walked over to the table with some of the small Jawbreakers and picked up the glass bowl. Wonka on the other hand, continued looking at the Elevator with slight concern. Wonka was more concerned about the Elevator than he let on. He also didn't want Charlie to get wrapped up in his problems, so he quickly changed the subject to keep Charlie's mind away. The Elevator had never acted up like that. Never had it jeered around like they were just sacks of potatoes, and never had it started to groan angrily as if it was going to drop.

"What is wrong with my Glass Elevator?" Wonka said under his breath, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

The Elevator groaned again, and Charlie turned around with the bowl in hand, and he leaned himself against the railing and looked across the room to stare at the Elevator, then he glanced over to Wonka.

"Mr. Wonka? What's wrong with the Elevator?" he asked, also looking rather confused.

"I don't know Charlie... I don't kn.-"

Suddenly, the Elevator shot downward in a mad rush and like pulling back a syringe, the air rushed towards it in a large fury.

The sudden rush of air took Charlie by surprise and he tipped over the edge of the short railing. Charlie and the bowl toppled over the railing, and towards the three-story drop below.

It all happened very slowly to Charlie, the air rushing past his ears, feeling himself starting to fall over the edge, dropping the bowl. As he just started to fall, he heard someone behind him shout, "Charlie!"

He heard mad footsteps running, and then, something grabbed him around his waist and pulled him close to itself, wrapping its arms around him. Who, and whatever it was, was falling with him now, and Charlie closed his eyes in fear, grabbing onto what was holding him tightly.

Wonka was rather shocked of what he did. He hated heights, didn't like the look of them. When he grabbed onto Charlie, he looked down at the long drop. His head started to feel light, and Willy Wonka, the great chocolateteir, fainted, only moments before he hit the ground.

Wonka hit the ground sideways, let go of Charlie limply, and Charlie rolled out of his loosened grip. Charlie lay there for several moments, gasping, in shock of what happened. It was hard for him to think, but he lay there for several minutes, trying to work out exactly what happened. He realized, that he wasn't hurt at all, and whoever caught him and protected him, saved his life.

Charlie was in wonder of who saved him.

"Charlie!" He recalled.

He knew that voice, and he felt his heart jump up in his throat in fear. "Mr. Wonka!" he shouted, and he quickly stood up and turned to the side.

Laying on the ground in front of Charlie Bucket, was, the one and only, Willy Wonka. He was on his front, with his right arm folded underneath him along with his cane. His eyes were closed, and he was clearly not very conscious at all.

Charlie's eyes widened in horror, and he scrambled down towards Wonka.

"Mr. Wonka! Mr. Wonka!" Charlie shouted, shaking Willy.

Everything felt so very hazy to Willy Wonka, but, everything was also coming back to him. The Elevator, the fall, the height, the... Charlie! Wonka's eyes snapped open, and he saw Charlie looking at him with a worried expression.

"Wh-wha...?" Wonka managed to say, looking up at Charlie, but didn't move. Wonka felt a wave of relief wash through him when he saw that Charlie was fine.

"Mr. Wonka? Are you all right? You fell really far," Charlie asked, placing his hand on Willy's left shoulder.

"I-I think so... I haven't moved yet, so I don't know," Willy then tried to get up, but found that his right arm stung horribly, and, he fell right back down again, hissing in pain, "ow," he said, "Gosh Darnit."

"Here Mr. Wonka, let me help you," Charlie said, while helping Willy get into a sitting position.

Willy then cradled his right arm in his left. "Ow," he said again, "as much fun as it was, Charlie, let's not do that again, Kay?"

"Mr. Wonka, let me see your arm," Charlie said, holding his hand out to Wonka.

Willy held his arm closer, and looked at Charlie accusingly. Was Charlie going to touch his arm? What did he want with it? "What do you want to do?" he asked, turning his glance towards Charlie's outstretched arm, eyebrows raised.

Charlie sighed, "I want to see if it's broken or not. 'Cause, if it is, you will need so see a doctor."

"Ew," Willy said, "I hate doctors... almost as much as P... P... P..."

"Parents? And, I thought you got over that."

"I did, I like your family don't I? I don't have to like all of them!" Wonka defended, trying to keep the conversation on the way of parents, and not how injured he really was.

"Mr. Wonka! Stop trying to change the subject, and let me see your arm!" Charlie said rather loudly and with a slightly annoyed face. Obviously, trying to negotiate normally with Wonka wasn't going to work out. So Charlie, as much as he didn't want to, had to shout at Willy Wonka.

Willy looked at Charlie, with his eyes narrowed, then, he reluctantly let go of his right arm, and lent forward towards Charlie. He closed his eyes, not daring to look at what Charlie was going to do. Even though his face was turned away, he opened one eye out of curiosity.

Charlie sighed and shook his head, then, he carefully took Wonka's arm in his hand, and started to pull up Wonka's sleeve. He only managed to pull it up a quarter of the way, not wanting to hurt Wonka, and because he had seen enough. Willy Wonka's arm was red, and was starting to swell. Charlie pulled the sleeve back over Wonka's arm.

"So? What's wrong with me?" Wonka said, face still tilted away, eye still watching. "Is it bad? Will you have to... ...amputate?"

"No, don't be silly," Charlie said, "but, I'm pretty sure it's broken."

Wonka pulled back his arm and went back to cradling it. He then realized that he has never had a broken limb before. In fact, Wonka hasn't broken anything before. So, this sensation was rather new to him.

"Mr. Wonka," Charlie said, breaking Willy out of his trance, "how come you aren't that badly hurt? It was a three story fall."

"I dunno... what's supposed to happen when you fall that far?"

"I hear that most people die."

"I'm not dead?"

"No."

"Well... I don't know then."

"Does anything else hurt?" Charlie said, getting up to examine Willy closer.

Wonka thought for a moment, then responded, "yes. My leg."

Charlie frowned, looking down, "that's not good. I'm sorry Mr. Wonka."

Sorry? Why is Charlie sorry? Willy thought, Charlie didn't do anything wrong, and is... ...and is Charlie worried? Wonka shifted a bit on the spot uncomfortably as the numbness he was feeling as an aftershock started to fade, and the pain was setting in.

He turned to Charlie who was looking down sadly, eyes starting to turn red, "Charlie?" he said, not sure of what to do. Wonka saw a tear fall onto the steel ground and this startled him quite a bit. "Ch-Charlie?"

Slowly Charlie started to cry, and Wonka had no idea what to do. "Shh..." Wonka took his left hand and patted Charlie's back nervously, "shh... look. I'm okay...ish. Well, I'm not dead at least…"

Charlie continued to sob, and Wonka was utterly confused, he had no idea how to deal with a crying child and most certainly not a crying Charlie. He heard from a small whimper from Charlie, "I could have killed you Mr. Wonka... I should have been more careful."

Was that it? It was an accident! Wonka thought, eyes wide, It was an accident! Charlie cannot be blaming himself! Wonka knew what he had to do, and no matter how awkward it was going to be, he had to. A big brother would.

Slowly and nervously, Wonka took his left hand and pulled Charlie up close to him and rubbed his side, "Shh... Charlie, it's Ok. It wasn't your fault." He rested his cheek on the top of Charlie's head, looking down towards him. "Ok? I don't want you to go around blaming yourself."

He found his voice becoming smaller and he said more to himself than to Charlie, "it hurts me... more than my arm, or my leg... I don't want you to be sad..."

"Mr. Wonka I-"

"Gosh Darnit Charlie! It's not your fault, Kay? So stop saying that it is!" He gave Charlie a fake menacing glare, then one of his signature giggles, ruffling up Charlie's hair, "so smile, and forget your worries!"

Charlie looked up and he couldn't help but grin, here was Willy Wonka hurt, but grinning like a mad man. Who couldn't catch his playful smile?

"Now," Wonka said, a few minutes after sitting there, calming Charlie down. Reaching for his cane, he said, "let's get out of here. It's starting to creep me out!"

With some help from Charlie, Willy Wonka managed to stand up, and he looked around the room wildly. "Oh dear... I wasn't supposed to show you this yet."

"You were going to show me this?" Charlie said, looking around the large steel room.

"Too bad. I'll explain later," Willy said, turning away from Charlie, "but first, I wanna get out of here!"

"Yea, we can take you to a Doctor."

"Ew. Not that again," Wonka said scrunching up his face, "let's just go."

Authors Thoughts – Well, the beginning of this chapter was indeed the original ending of the last (a bit edited by now of course). Also, the original ending for this chapter would have almost turned the story in a completely different direction. Also, it didn't fit the story at all anyway, so, I'm happy it went… personally. I hope you all liked it, and I will explain (in the next chapter) what Willy Wonka is up to. Sometimes, I feel he is too sneaky for even me.

Wonkaland Info - Here I am, as promised, and I will give you some details about some things I added to Wonkaland.

The nameless button? What is it? I dunno… well, I do, but I can't tell you. You'll have to read it for yourselves.

Super-Coloured-Super-Flavoured Jawbreaker – Yea… It actually occurred in a strange dream of mine. Thought it was very Wonkaish indeed. So, naturally, I used it…

The Strange Entry and Steel Room? It is connected to the button. But I'm not telling. So there, read the next chapter.

Clue: Re-read the first chapter... you may accually understand what Willy is up to. That's all I'm saying.

Chapter Three Preview – Wonka and Charlie need to find there way out of the Steel room, and need to get Wonka to a Doctor. Of course, Willy Wonka isn't going to make that easy, now is he?

To the Past Reviewers: Thankyou all so much, you are the soul reason why I managed to update this chapter so bleeping fast. Thankyou, you made my day today.

Important Note: Please Review. I wanna know if any of you liked it. Plus, I may feel like updating faster if I know that people actually read what I write. (No flames... I'll only feed them to Gloop).