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Misplaced Affections	By : Moonstalk Category: A through F > Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Views: 5052 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Misplaced Affections
- 2-Part Two
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Rating: This chapter is rather PG.
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are not my property but that of the estate of R. Dahl, Tim Burton, Freddie Highmore and Johnny Depp. I'm not making any money off this or anything.
Warning: This is Wonka/Charlie... Charlie, while older than in the book/movies, is still underage. Wonka is still overage. x3 And they're both males. This chapter is rather innocent, so there isn't too much to warn you about, except that it might get worse. I know where it's going for the most part, but it could surprise me. And if certain things happen, they happen. I make no promises.
Summary: This is still kind of expositiony, but at least there's dialog!
Notes: This is a bit shorter than the last part, but...it seemed like a good stopping place. x3; I'll think I'll be trying to update once a week and try to be consistent about the length of the parts. But I make no promises. =x
I feel like Wonka is a little out-of-character... I prefer the Depp-Wonka, but I think this one is more like the Wilder-Wonka. x3; So maybe he's not? Say something if he's not right. =x
Special thanks to Ithi less-than-three for keeping me going and prereading it. Also, thanks to the people who commented on both LJ and aff.net. You guys make it all the sweeter. less-than-three
PART TWO
Wonka knew that he needed to talk to the Buckets, especially since Charlie's party was quickly approaching. He had to do something fast if he was going to pull off his plan. But how to get Charlie away from them so he could discuss it and still surprise Charlie?
As he strolled through the Chocolate Room on his way to visit the buckets, he came across Charlie.
"Good morning, starshine. What are you up to this bright and beautiful new day?"
Charlie grinned up at Wonka, still very much the innocent little boy he had been the day he arrived. Those dimples made Wonka's heart clench. He just wanted to hug Charlie tight to his chest and never let go...
"I was just wondering what it would taste like if you mixed some of these fantastic plants you have growing here. There are almost no ends to the number of combinations you could make, and all the different textures..."
Wonka chuckled and ruffled his heir's hair affectionately with one hand, half leaning on his cane with the other. "Sounds like you need an undisturbed day in your inventing room!" It would be the perfect opportunity to keep Charlie out of earshot long enough to discuss party plans with the Buckets.
Charlie looked shyly at his feet, scuffing the toes of one foot on the ground. "Oh, I don't know, I was just sort of mixing a few here and there, sampling for breakfast..." He trailed off, eyes still on the ground, a blush creeping up his neck and into his face.
"Did you find anything you liked?"
Charlie glanced up at Wonka through his lashes, though he didn't have far to look any more. "Yes...a few, actually."
"Well, if you like them, why be greedy? Mix a few, and share the joy with the world!"
Charlie nodded, smiling again, blush receded. "Yes, of course. You're right. Is today good? Or did you have something more important planned?"
Wonka had to half grin at this, one side of his mouth being drawn up. "Charlie, Charlie, Charlie. Nothing is more important than inventing new ways of bringing joy to people."
Charlie smiled back, dimples showing in a most adorable fashion. "You're right, of course. How silly of me." That accent of his hadn't faded at all, much to Wonka's glee.
Wonka stared at Charlie for just a moment too long, eyes greedily drinking in his face.
"Sir...?"
"Right! You should get started right away. Grab an Oompa Loompa or three, grab all the ingredients you need, but don't be afraid to get more later. There's an entire roomful here for your mixing pleasure." As he spoke, the hand that had ruffled Charlie's hair swept in a broad gesture, indicating everything around them. "Everything the light touches is yours, Charlie." he said sagely.
Charlie laughed, enjoying the odd quotes Mr. Wonka used now and then and knowing that there were artificial lights, which covered absolutely everything in the factory. "I'll get right on it, Mr. Wonka."
Despite Charlie's having been there for five years already, he still preferred 'Mr. Wonka' to just 'Willy.' It sounded more respectful to him, and Mr. Wonka never objected, though he did make sure Charlie knew he didn't have to be so formal.
"Great. I had a few ideas for your upcoming party, so I was gonna go discuss those with your family. Big surprise and all." He was pleased at the glow this gleaned from Charlie.
"Oh, Mr. Wonka! I knew you were planning something wonderful. I can't wait!" With that, he threw his arms around Willy Wonka's neck, hugging him lightly. Wonka patted his back a couple times before Charlie released him, turned, and scurried off to collect ingredients.
This wasn't so odd for either of them, as Charlie had been quite affectionate when he was younger and had hugged Wonka much more closely than this. The hugs had tapered off as Charlie grew older and shyer, and Wonka didn't initiate the hugs any more because of the Buckets. He didn't want to seem like he was encouraging the boy's affections, despite wanting very much to do so.
When he could no longer see Charlie due to the exotic plants around him, he turned on his heel and strode to the door of the Bucket house, now situated in the middle of his glorious chocolate room.
He wasn't sure why they had opted to keep their house, which was nearly falling over and have several holes in the roof. He had offered them wonderful rooms in his factory, any rooms they desired, from bedrooms to bathrooms to kitchens. But they had turned him down, choosing to stay in their cramped shack, every last one of them.
Wonka tapped on the door with the head of his cane and was greeting with much rustling and muffled voices. After a few moments, the door swung open to reveal Mrs. Bucket, grinning up at Mr. Wonka.
"Hello! Oh, I see Charlie isn't with you... Come in, come in!" She moved out of the doorway and waved him in. "Please, have a seat." She turned away from Mr. Wonka to call, "It's alright, Joe! Charlie isn't with him!" Turning back to Wonka, she explained, "We were wrapping some things for Charlie's birthday..."
"Yes, of course. Wouldn't want to spoil the surprise." He smiled warmly at Mrs. Bucket and she seemed a bit flustered. "Speaking of birthdays and surprises, I wanted to talk to you about dear Charlie's party... Did you have any plans?"
Triumphantly, Mrs. Bucket turned to her husband, who was reading the paper. "I told you he had a plan!" She beamed at Wonka. "He said you were waiting too long and didn't have anything planned and we were going to end up with just barely a cake at the last minute! But I knew you were planning something, Mr. Wonka!"
It was little wonder where Charlie got his formalness from...
"Actually, Mrs. Bucket, I just came up with this plan. It's not that I've been holding out on you..."
"It's quite alright, Mr. Wonka! I knew you'd cook up something." Mrs. Bucket was beaming at him, making him feel rather nervous. It seemed he was growing on the whole family...
Except Mr. Bucket. Mr. Bucket seemed entirely indifferent to him... But that didn't bother Mr. Wonka. He only cared for Charlie's affections, yet he was here, in Charlie's house, trying to convince Charlie's family to help him convince Charlie to place those affections elsewhere.
Composing his thoughts, Wonka pasted on a smile. "Yes... I was thinking, we should have a big party. Invite lotsa little kiddies from all over the place, dress 'em up nice, have little finger foods, punch, an orchestra... Make Charlie feel rather grown up."
Mrs. Bucket looked quite confused. "What? That sounds rather like Cinderella. Are we inviting all the fairest maidens so Charlie can choose a wife or are we celebrating his fifteenth birthday?"
Wonka's face turned solemn. "I suppose it does rather sound like that... We're not marrying Charlie off just yet. He's still young. But I think you've noticed how Charlie looks at me, acts around me..."
Mrs. Bucket's eyebrows rose and she glanced at her husband. He merely grunted, not looking up from his newspaper. She glanced back at Wonka, nervousness etched into her features.
"I believe poor Charlie's affections are misplaced. It makes sense, though, if you think about it. He's been in here for five years. The only people not related to him are the Oompa Loompas and myself. I'd be quite a bit more alarmed if he had chosen an Oompa Loompa to bestow his affections on..." Mrs. Bucket looked horrified. "You see why it's really not as bad as it seems that he's got a bit of a thing for me? But, that doesn't matter. The whole point of this party is to direct his affections somewhere more suitable."
"Yes, you're right, I suppose... But where are you going to come up with a list of eligible little girls whose parents would let them come in here, possibly never to leave again like us?"
"Oh, you Buckets could leave any time you wanted. I thought you were staying here because of Charlie... Maybe you should get out now and then, take a vacation." His head was spinning with the possibilities. Maybe they would all decide to leave, maybe go to coast for a week... He could be alone with Charlie, dear, sweet, Charlie...
But then what would he do? He was supposed to be getting Charlie to fall for someone else, someone more suitable... He could hardly enjoy a week alone with Charlie and then thrust some girl on him. It wouldn't be fair to Charlie and would probably confuse him terribly.
Besides, the Buckets wouldn't leave him alone with Charlie. Who was he kidding? They were already suspicious. They would make sure to leave at least one of them behind every time they left, to keep an eye on Charlie.
"That's it!" he cried, coming out of his thoughtful daze. "That's how we'll do it!"
Mrs. Bucket looked slightly shocked. She pressed her hand to her chest and blinked a confusedly a few times. "What's it, Mr. Wonka? What did I say?"
He smiled warmly at her. "I'll send you Buckets out to recruit little girls who would be suitable for Charlie's party. I think it would be more fun to surprise him... We'll tell him that you Buckets are tired of being cooped up in here and you're gonna go for a trip. You don't have to tell him where you're going or what you're doing. I mean, you can say you're going to the coast to enjoy the sun and sand for a while, but you don't have to tell him you're actually recruiting... That way, you can hand-pick all the little girls so you approve of Charlie's choice, no matter which one it is."
Mrs. Bucket's smile slowly grew as he spoke. When he finally stopped talking, she was practically beaming. "Mr. Wonka, you're an absolute genius! I know I'd love to go to the coast for a week, enjoy the sun, dip my toes in the ocean... Oh, could we be gone that long?" She looked at him imploringly.
"You can be gone for as long as you like, but keep in mind that you can hardly take Charlie with you to recruit little girls. Maybe you can take him and his new little friend on a vacation after the party..." What was he doing? He wanted them gone for as long as possible so he could be alone with Charlie, even if they didn't do anything... But perhaps getting Charlie and they girl out of the factory right away so he could be truly alone to mourn the loss of something he never had would be a good thing.
Mrs. Bucket was bathing him in that crooked smile of hers again. "Really? You'd let Charlie leave?"
"All work and no play, y'know? It might be good for him to get out and enjoy himself and not worry about work. He is still a kid, after all. Sunshine would be good for him."
Mrs. Bucket nodded. "Did you hear that, darling?" she asked, turning to Mr. Bucket, who was still immersed in his newspaper, though he hadn't turned a page the whole time.
He grunted and Wonka got the feeling he didn't want to say whatever was on his mind with 'the enemy' right there.
"Mrs. Bucket. I'll leave you to discuss your vacation plans. When you've decided on where you're going, how long you'll be gone, what you'll need, let me know. I'll make sure you have everything you need. You might even want to travel all over, get a greater selection of little girls... While you're planning that, I'll talk to the Oompa Loompas and get all the details of the party arranged. We should probably plan for the li'l girl's family wanting to come with her to the factory, so we should have a nice li'l place for them to stay ready for them..."
Mrs. Bucket looked like she wanted to hug him. "Oh, thank you, Mr. Wonka! It'll be so much fun planning all this... I do love surprises and Charlie should be so pleased..."
He smiled faintly and nodded, then stood up. "I'll be going, then. Leave you to your planning and get some of my own done... Maybe I'll drop by tomorrow and we can compare notes."
Mrs. Bucket smiled and walked Wonka to the door, waving cheerily as he sauntered off.
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