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Autumn into Spring	By : Moonpup Category: A through F > Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Views: 5883 -:- 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.

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Disclaimer: Roland Dahl, Master of Wonka World, of Oompa Loompas and of all things owns and created them, not I.
Warning: Slash baby! Depp!Wonka/Adult Charlie!
Inspiration: Des’ree’s “Kissing you” and “Children Arrive” from The Finding Neverland Soundtrack.
GROWING WITH MISTAKES
Mr. Willy Wonka, of Wonka Chocolates, was feeling incredible stupid, guilty, upset and overall just plain bad.
He had refused Charlie. Refused him! a chance to be complete in everything, in their adult relationship, and he hesitated and refused!
Worse was seeing poor Charlie’s face crumble, in tears and then in anger.
He had snatched up his clothes and marched straight across the hall to his room, slamming and locking the door in Wonka’s face.
Wonka hadn’t seen him in two days, neither had the Oompas who were all sudden very quiet and sombre.
Morning of the third day dawned and Wonka woke with a start, having had a terrible nightmare that either Charlie had committed suicide or…..had left the factory….
He buried his face in his pillow and cried.

“I just…can’t do this Charlie, I don’t know why….I just can’t.”
Those words still stung.
Charlie was sitting in a café, the furthest from the factory, he had no intention of leaving, but he needed to get away for a while. Had he been too forceful? Wonka had never done anything like that before and was more than likely scared stiff.
Charlie sipped his hot chocolate, which suddenly became a terrible pun to the whole situation.
“May I join you?”
Charlie looked up to see a young man with dark hair looking questioningly at him.
“Erm, yes I suppose.”
“Great! There’s no where else to sit in this place, it’s always full at this time and then I have to go and completely embarrass myself in order to get a seat somewhere.”
The man smiled, a very nice smile, Charlie smiled too.
“You look kind of upset? You ok?”
“Yes, well….”
And Charlie proceeded to tell him, leaving out names of course, the last thing Wonka needs if his personal life wafting about the streets.
The young man nodded.
“I see, he sounds a bit like a dick to me, you shouldn’t be with him.”
Charlie’s eyes grew wide.
“Oh no! I love him very much, we’ve just fallen into a problem, that’s all I thought every couple did that.”
“Still, why do you come back to my place? It’s getting a bit overcrowded in here and I need some breakfast.”
“Sure, ok.”
Charlie paid and they set off.
“Doris? Have you seen……”
Shake of the head.
“Ok…. Thank you.”
Wonka was now feeling like his dream was coming true, no Charlie on the fourth day.
Could he really of left? Had he hurt Charlie that bad? Wonka mused. He’d always liked to think of Charlie as like a love-child, made from love and filled with love, bohemian flower child.
Yes a bit sixties, but Charlie had that happy quality about him. Even when they first met, and Charlie was a ten year old enthusiast, he had an awful lot of love in him, that was channelled out through his family. Now they were gone and all Charlie had left was Wonka, and Charlie was no longer a ten year old enthusiast, a fully grown adult with that love needing new channels to flow. Charlie obviously wanted Wonka to be it, Wonka wanted to be it but he was too scared. Constantly living in his dream world, Wonka had no idea about the hardship of ordinary adult life. He had seen the extreme with the Buckets, tired and younger than they looked, they died, Wonka suspected, of extreme exhaustion.
They had been buried in the grounds of the factory, in the little bit that Wonka had made to hold their small home, a very important place for Charlie. It was still there, like a shrine, still with the big bed for the grandparents and the small loft room for Charlie. Sometimes Charlie would go up there, when he was sad or upset, and be wrapped in the aura of his family.
Alas for Wonka, Charlie was not in the Bucket house.
Charlie Bucket came in through the front door and collapsed.
In a somewhat familiar setting, the doctor came out of Charlie’s room, his face very grave.
“Young Charlie has….had a misfortune it would seem.”
Wonka blinked “Misfortune?”
“He was raped.”
Wonka felt like someone had smashed a very large, heavy, brutish object directly into his stomach.
“What?”
“He says he was in a café, and a man asked to sit with him, for there were no other seats available, so Charlie said yes.”
Always a humanitarian.
“They talked ,and the man offered Charlie to go back to him place, the café was getting very busy apparently, Charlie accepted and they went, only for the man to attack Charlie in the alleyway behind the café.”
Wonka supported himself on his cane, the present Oompas whispered to each other, like gossiping wives.
“You may go in a see him, he isn’t saying much but I’m sure he is feeling somewhat scared at the moment.”
“Yes.”
Wonka walked in slowly. Charlie was in bed, his dirty, streaked clothes were on the chair beside him. An Oompa picked them up, hurrying out to the laundry.
Charlie was staring at the ceiling, eyes dark. There were small cuts and bruises on his face.
He turned slightly when Wonka approached, his face was the very picture of scared.
Wonka bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.
Charlie held out his arms, Wonka dove straight into them.
Hugging someone in bed while not in bed yourself is a tad difficult, Wonka slipped in and pulling Charlie close.
“Willy….”
Charlie started crying.
Wonka stroked his hair, no sure on what to say.
“I’m sorry love.”
Charlie looked at him.
“I’m sorry too.”
Wonka didn’t quiet know what he meant by that but he just took it and was grateful that Charlie wasn’t angry at him anymore.
“Oh Willy it was awful, why did I agree to go with him?”
“I don’t know love, I’m just glad you here and still with me.”
Charlie nodded, suddenly realising how much worse it could of got. He could of joined his family.
Wonka felt angry, someone had done this, he wanted to know whom, had taken a privilege that he now realised, should have been his four days ago, perhaps a lifetime ago.

Some weeks later and several police ordeals for Charlie, they were in the factory, with the media at the door. The World knew all about it, not perhaps the fight between Wonka and Charlie, but they knew about the café. Wonka as ever with these sorts of things, was grateful for his factory, here he could outride any storm. The Doctor came in looking annoyed, probably at the media, Charlie was sitting in the edge of the bed, feeling ill.
“Now then, I have some news that will come as a shock, I don’t know how you’ll take this but I’ll say it: Your Pregnant Charlie.”
The news hit silence.
Wonka was stunned. Charlie had a moment of realisation, and then another one before bursting into tears.
“How?……” Then Wonka got it.
A few months previous, Charlie had tried one of the new batches and reported no obvious side effects other than his stomach had pains for about two weeks afterwards, they had not produced any more of the stuff to be cautious.
Now Wonka knew the side effects.
“He’s going to have a baby?”
“Yes, you’ll have to come in and get it ultascanned, regular check ups.”
Then Charlie spoke up.
“It’s from the rape isn’t it?”
The doctor hesitated.
“I’m afraid so.”
“It’s not Willy’s.”
“No, it’s not.”
Wonka felt the terrible stomach sensation again. A baby? But not his? It was that pervert’s instead?!
Charlie laid his hand on Wonka’s arm.
“Thank you Doctor.”
“Yes, I don’t know weather to say congratulations or sorry.” he gave a slight grim smile.
“Well, it’s a baby, it’s new life no matter where it came from, So I suppose congratulation.”
“Yes…quite…..” The Doctor left.
Wonka looked at Charlie.
Charlie looked at Wonka.
Neither spoke, till Charlie.
“I won’t have it aborted, it doesn’t deserve that Willy, I know it’s not yours, it’s the produce of something horrid and foul and not wonderful and special. But I would like it to be our baby, for you to be it’s daddy, to love and raise it our way not that dick‘s way, it will have a happy home here. Will you?”
Willy Wonka didn’t speak for a while, he was thinking. He knew Charlie, and the prospect of a baby, to raise it with Charlie, was a nice thought and Wonka smiled.
“Yes I will, I love you and if your going to do this then I’m going to be there with you too.”
Charlie smiled and they hugged.
Wonka looked down at Charlie stomach.
“Good Morning Sunshine, the Earth says Hello.”
Charlie laughed, his proper one, his good one.
It was all going to be ok.

*BEAMS!!* AWWWW, CHAPTER 4 COMING SOON!!
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