A/N: Sorry the last chapter was so short! Okay, here's the last chapter.
Disclaimer: Me no own.
Reunion
Doris stumbled through the gathering snow, holding her coat close to herself as she searched for the Bucket house.
She held a small map under her hood, but she felt like she was wandering around in circles; she had never seen a place so huge.
She sighed, and shivered as her breath froze in the air in front of her.
The wind picked up again as she looked at her map, but none of the buildings looked familiar.
She tried to hold onto the tiny piece of paper, but a strong gust of wind ripped it out of her hand.
Doris let out a small scream, and tried to grab it from the air, but it slipped out of her fingers, and flew into a wet gutter, ruining the map.
She huffed, and started to tear up, but she composed herself, and started to walk back towards the factory.
But as she looked around, trying to find the street she had come from, none of the names looked familiar.
She started to panic, so she turned around frantically, trying to find the way back to the factory.
A few stray tears worked their way into her eyes, and they left a cold, salty trail on her cheek.
She swiped them away, and headed down a random street, trying to stay warm.
Toffee looked up from the cash register, and said, "Would that be for here or to go?"
The customer in front of her frowned, and said, "Well, if I wanted to eat this here, I would have sat myself down, wouldn't I? Come on, I want to eat this to go, come on, I have an appointment!"
Toffee frowned, and said a little louder, "Now, ma'am, I don't want to cause any trouble-"
The woman yelled, "Can you please just take my order?!"
Toffee rolled her eyes, and typed in a couple of numbers into the keypad while she let her gaze switch to the now opening door.
She looked back quickly as she saw an extremely short woman bundled in an enormous coat shuffle into the café.
Toffee absentmindedly handed her customer her ticket, and said, "Thank you for dining at Madonna's."
She ran from behind the counter, and walked up to the short woman who was now seated in one of the booths.
The woman threw back her hood, revealing Doris's small face.
Toffee smiled, and said, "Doris! What are you doing here? It's waaaay too cold for you out there!"
Doris smiled warily, and signed, "I know it is much too cold for me to be outside. Can you please do me a favor?"
Toffee widened her smile, and said, "Sure! How can I help?"
Doris signed, "I know that Mr. Wonka hurt you and Charlie by refusing Charlie the right to see his family. But-"
Toffee said quickly, "I'm sorry Doris, if Willy wants me back, he's going to have to crawl back to me himself. No offense."
Doris shrugged, and signed, "I see what you mean, but he needs you. He can not sleep, he can barely invent anything without the mixture destroying my carpet..."
Toffee thought for a second, then said, "Fine. I'll talk to him. That's it."
Doris smiled guiltily, and signed, "And I may need some help finding my way back through the city to the factory?"
Toffee smiled, and said, "Alright, Doris, anything for a friend. Come on."
She called back to the kitchen, "Madonna! I'm leaving a bit early today!"
A deep, gruff woman's voice said from the kitchen, "Fine. But you're doin' overtime tomorrow!"
Toffee waved for Doris to follow her, and walked out of the café into the street.
Six Hours Earlier at Franklin Memorial Intermediate School...
Charlie walked into the school building just as the third bell for the next class.
He carried his four books bundled up against his chest as he navigated his way through the bustling crowd, and ran headfirst into a beautifully familiar blonde head.
Charlie went crashing to the floor, bringing his books and one Violet Beauregard down with him.
Violet moaned, "Watch where you're goi-"
She looked up, and saw Charlie staring back at her.
She yelled, "Charlie! I'm so glad to see you!" as she latched her arms around his torso, and hugged him hard.
Charlie's eyes widened, and he hugged her back as he said, "Violet! How are you at my school?"
Violet grinned sheepishly, and said, "Our house got destroyed in a flash fire before we could go home."
Charlie said sympathetically, "I'm sorry. Do you have a place to stay?"
Violet smiled, and nodded her head, then said, "Oh yeah, we've got a huge hotel room until we can find an apartment. We're fine."
Charlie smiled, and said, "So what's your schedule?"
Violet pulled out a small slip of paper, and compared hers to Charlie's.
She lit up, and said excitedly, "Cool! We've got everything except P.E.!"
But then she frowned, and said, "But I don't know where everything is."
Charlie smiled, and said, "Come on, I'll help you. Here, we've got to get to third class! The bell's about to ring!"
They ran down the hall to Math, holding hands the entire way.
Six Hours Later...
Charlie walked down the hallway from P.E., and met with Violet to head home.
Violet was carrying all of her books and a few homework assignments, and she said, "Charlie, your school is great!"
Charlie said, "I'm glad you enjoyed your first day."
Violet smiled, and said, "Now, you said you were going to walk me home?"
Charlie smiled, and said, "Come on, the dismissal doors are this way."
He held out his right arm, and Violet gladly accepted it, following him to the doors.
They stood outside, waiting for the teacher supervising them to dismiss them.
Suddenly, Toffee came running up to the doors, and yelled, "I'm here to pick up a Charlie Bucket and a Violet Beauregard!"
The teacher rolled her eyes, and said, "And you're Charlie's older sister?"
Toffee nodded excitedly, and said, "We've really got to go!"
The teacher nodded, and yelled to the small mob behind her, "Charlie Bucket and Violet Beauregard, to the front of the crowd, please!"
They looked at each other, shrugged, then walked through the bustling hoard of children to the front.
Toffee smiled when she saw them standing together holding hands, then said hurriedly, "Alright, let's go!"
She led them outside, where she quickly introduced them to Doris, and said, "Alright, it's really cold out here for Doris, so we've got to get going to the factory!"
Violet frowned, and said, "Wait, why are we going to the factory again?"
Doris turned around, and started to sign at them.
But Violet just shrugged, and Charlie said to Toffee, "Can she speak?"
Toffee shook her head, and said, "She's saying that Mr. Wonka's in trouble."
Violet asked politely, "Why did you need to bring us?"
Toffee said, "The school was on the way to the factory, and it seemed convenient, I thought you guys would want to see the factory again, so I picked you up from the school."
Charlie nodded, and said, "It's fine with me. Are you alright Violet?"
Violet smiled, and nodded.
Doris signed to Toffee, "Can we get moving now? It is really cold out here."
Toffee said, "Come on, follow me. The factory is this way."
She ran through her walk to work, and eventually they found themselves face-to-face with the large iron gates of the factory.
Doris raised one finger, and let the small pad on the side of the gate scan her fingerprint.
The enormous gates cracked open, allowing the group to walk through and run up to the side entrance.
Doris opened this door with a long twenty-digit passcode, and they all followed her through the narrow door into the darker, warmer hallway.
She sighed as she peeled off her coat, exposing her to the comforting, familiar warmth.
Toffee, Charlie, and Violet took off their larger coats, and hung them on the coat racks.
They followed Doris through the hallways to the familiar entrance to the Inventing Room.
Doris opened the door, and gestured for them to go inside.
Charlie looked up at Toffee, whose smile had quickly disappeared at the sight of Willy's form sitting in front of the table.
He said, "I'll go in."
Charlie walked silently through the door, and approached the table as a veterinarian might approach a dying lion.
He piped up in a small voice, "Mr. Wonka, your assistant said you needed to talk to us?"
Willy looked down at him slowly, then lit up.
He said in a more excited voice than Doris had heard this entire week, "What are you doing here?"
But then he looked around, and said, "Your sister's not here to murder me, is she?"
Charlie laughed, and said, "No, but she's out in the hall. But you needed some help?"
Willy said, "Charlie, I am so sorry, I was such a jerk. But I'm still not very comfortable with the whole idea of families."
He frowned, and said, "They're so touchy, and parents! What's the deal with them? They're always telling you what to do, and what not to do... It's not very promotive to a creative environment."
Charlie said, "They're just trying to protect you from doing something wrong."
Willy groaned, then said, "What do you do to feel better?"
Charlie said immediately, "Talk to my parents."
Willy groaned again, then said, "There's no way I'll talk to my father."
Charlie lit up, and said, "Why not?"
Willy said, "Well, I wouldn't go alone."
Violet burst in, and said, "We could go with you!"
Willy looked up with an extremely startled look on his face, and said, "You're still here?"
Violet looked down, and said in a more sheepish voice, "Our house in Georgia burnt down."
Willy said in a more gentle voice, "Oh. Well, I guess I could take you too."
Charlie piped up, "And we have to take Toffee too."
Willy said in a low undertone to Charlie, "She's not going to kill me, is she?"
Charlie crossed his arms, and said, "Well, she might not if you promise that I can take my family with me to live in the factory."
Willy sighed, and said, "Alright. Again, I'm sorry."
Charlie smiled, and called out to the hallway, "Toffee, come on, we're going to see Willy's dad! We're going in the elevator!"
Toffee walked into the Inventing Room slowly, and Willy winced as she glared at him.
They all climbed into the Great Glass Elevator, and Willy pressed the button to take them through the hole in the roof.
Violet, who didn't get to ride in the elevator, gasped, and screamed a little bit as they shot through the roof.
Charlie held her hand, and said, "It just gets a bit bumpy at first, but it gets smoother as we get higher."
Violet smiled, and said, "Thanks Charlie."
Toffee edged away from Willy in the elevator, and instead started inspecting the buttons on the walls.
He frowned, and looked out at the world flying past the glass.
They finally touched down in the middle of some sort of frozen field.
None of them could see anything in the distance except a dark townhome.
Willy swallowed, and said in a shaky, uncertain voice, "Well, there it is."
Violet held his hand, and looked up at him.
Willy smiled a small bit, and walked out of the elevator.
The cold hit them all, but no one really noticed as they made their way towards the townhome.
Willy walked forward reluctantly, swinging his cane, and Charlie, Violet, and Toffee followed.
They eventually made it up to the dark front door of the townhome.
Willy said shakily, "I think we've got the wrong house."
But one look at the plaque by the door confirmed it; "Dr. Wilbur Wonka, Dental Practitioner".
Willy swallowed as Charlie pressed the doorbell, and the door swung open sharply.
Standing in the doorway was a tall, stern man wearing a stark white uniform, and a nasty look on his face.
He had straight greying hair, and a pair of ancient reading glasses perched on the tip of his nose.
He said in a deep, slightly pinched voice, "Do you have an appointment?"
Willy froze, hoping he wouldn't recognize him, but Charlie thankfully stepped in, and said, "No, but he's overdue."
Wilbur Wonka simply raised an eyebrow at this, and walked back into the house, leaving the door open for them to follow him inside.
Charlie and Violet walked inside the plain, unwelcoming house, but Willy still stood at the doorway.
Toffee, who had stayed behind him the entire time, nudged his back to move him forward.
Willy jumped, and walked forward after the children into the house.
Wonka Senior gestured to a dental chair in the center of the room for him to sit in, so Willy walked forward, and sat in the chair gingerly.
Toffee, Charlie, and Violet waited out in the narrow hallway, examining the pictures Wonka Senior had hung on the walls.
Toffee saw a small collage of newspaper clippings, all of them boasting Willy Wonka's marvelous feats of candy-making genius.
She blushed as she saw one clipping of the time Willy had insisted she stand in the shot as well.
The picture had been featured on the front page, and she still had a copy of it somewhere in the house.
Charlie was looking through a carefully-made scrapbook, holding several newspaper articles and magazine covers, all documenting Willy's rise to fame.
He flipped through multiple pages, noting that they seemed to be taken quite frequently, like Wonka Senior had been watching for news about his precious son.
Violet was looking at the small framed pictures on the walls; most of them were portrait shots cut from magazine covers, while there were two real photographs.
One of them was a blurry blank and white photo of a tiny infant, clearly the photograph that had been put in the newspaper when Willy was born; and another that looked like a class picture.
Wonka Senior had taken a red marker, and drawn a big, red circle around the face of a small boy in the front wearing enormous headgear.
Inside the room, Wonka Senior said, "Now, let's take a look, shall we?"
Willy opened his mouth, and allowed his father to prod around inside with his instruments.
Wonka Senior said, "Well, I haven't seen bicuspids like these since..."
He slowly took his instruments out of Willy's mouth as his eyes widened, and he repeated as he inspected Willy's face through his spectacles, "Since..."
Wonka Senior squinted his eyes, and said, "Willy?"
Willy said softly, "Hello dad."
Wonka Senior gave a small smile, and said, "All those years... and you haven't flossed?"
Willy offered a smaller smile, and said, "Not once."
Wonka Senior leaned forward, and hugged his son.
Willy hugged him back, and leaned forward a little more.
Toffee leaned into the room, and saw the entire exchange.
The sensitivity hit her, and a small tear rolled down her face.
While they flew back in the elevator, Toffee said to Willy, "Um, Willy? I would like to say a few things."
Charlie nudged Violet, and silently signaled for her to watch.
Toffee shuffled her feet, and said, "Listen Willy, I realize I might have said a few things before... that I now realize might not have been entirely true."
Charlie nudged her on, and she said, "The truth is, I'm sorry."
She wiped a few appearing tears, and continued, "I want to say I'm sorry for calling you heartless, and just continually beating you down when you tried to apologize, and I honestly don't blame you if you feel compelled to do the same to me, because..."
She wiped away a couple more tears, then started crying full out, saying between sobs, "Because I would deserve it! I would deserve any rejection, because I was awful! I've been an awful friend, I've been an awful assistant, I've been an awful human being, and I just wanted to apologize, and beg you for any shred of forgiveness you could give me!"
She collapsed into her hands, and just gave out into his shoulder, not minding the fact that she looked just a little ridiculous.
Willy offered her a small smile, and said, "Toffee, I would always forgive you."
He stroked the top of her head, and hugged her around the waist.
Charlie smiled, and Violet hugged him.
Toffee smiled, and wiped away the last of her tears, then said, "I love you Willy."
Willy blushed a little bit, the soft touch of red glaring on his cheeks because of his pale complexion, then said, "Toffee, I will always love you."
They eventually returned to the factory in the elevator, touching down a little more roughly than expected, causing Toffee to go sprawling against Willy for balance, and also causing Willy to blush again.
Charlie and Violet walked out of the elevator holding hands; they seemed to be fused together at that spot.
Toffee walked out of the elevator arm in arm with Willy, the crooks of both of their arms comfortably settled inside each other's.
Willy repeated his offer to Willy, but this time with the promise that the entire Bucket family could also come with him.
Charlie gladly agreed to these revised terms.
The Buckets automatically moved to the factory, and they also managed to move their house as well.
The grandparents found that exploring the enormous Chocolate Room was a lot more preferable to sitting in bed all day, and loved sitting by the Chocolate River.
Grandma Georgina took an instant liking to the Oompa-Loompas, and made it a project to remember each and every one of their names. (And surprisingly she was succeeding quite quickly.)
She eventually remembered all of the Oompa-Loompa's names before she died, and they all attended her funeral service. (Willy had a special graveyard room made in the factory just for the grandparents, who all died sometime after they arrived at the factory.)
Violet almost became a member of the Bucket family, and visited every weekend. (Doris had given Violet her own passcode to get inside the gates.)
And Willy and Toffee grew closer and closer as time went on.
Willy, now that he had solved his inventing problem, was able to release something just as Valentine's Day arrived.
A couple of years later, when Toffee was twenty-five and Willy was twenty-seven, he proposed to her on the bridge over the Chocolate River where they had sat together on the tour.
Toffee was stunned, but she gladly accepted.
They had their own private wedding ceremony inside the Chocolate Room (the Buckets were invited of course) instead of following the press's idea of a huge wedding. (Willy wanted it to be private.)
Three years after that, Toffee and Willy were blessed with a precious baby girl, whom they named 'Emily'.
Emily became best friends with her 'Uncle Charlie', and even befriended her 'Aunt Violet', whom she was thoroughly convinced had to get married to her uncle one day.
Charlie and Violet, after they both entered the same high school, began dating, and even attended the junior prom together in their junior year.
Mr. and Mrs. Bucket lived happy retired lives, and enjoyed taking long walks through the Chocolate Room.
And of course, Toffee thoroughly enjoyed the rest of her life as Toffee Wonka.
Toffee became Willy's wife, his best friend, his assistant, and, in the worst of times, his shoulder to cry on.
(But don't worry, Doris was still around!)
And (I know this must sound horribly clichéd by now, but) they all lived happily ever after for the rest of their lives.
A/N: Wait, that was the last chapter?
*cue Darth Vader*
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