A/N: Sorry this took so long but I had never intended for this story to be more than 10 chapters and so it was really hard bringing it to a close. Also real life got the better of me yet again but hey, what can you do.

Hope you enjoy the winning idea!

Once the cheering had died down enough to be heard, Willy made his quick goodbyes and ushered everyone off the stage and into his factory before anyone could think to ask questions. He may have gotten better over the years, but he was still averse to large crowds. He was also still reluctant to let Jasmine into the factory but he had learned his lesson with Charlie's family and he would learn to be more comfortable around the strange woman obsessed with pirates and the color blue. He eyed her carefully as she was currently crouching low so Charlie could whisper in her ear. The young man's conspiratory ways concerned him enough without adding an adult into the mix and Charlie's mischievous grin assured the chocolatier that he was up to something.

"So when do we get started, boss?" Samantha winked playfully and nudged his arm.

Willy giggled nervously, "How about tomorrow? First I can give you and Jasmine a tour of the factory!"

"Willy!" Charlie warned overhearing his plans.

"A friendly tour." Willy amended with a sheepish smile towards Jasmine who merely crossed her arms and cocked a brow having read about the previous contestants in the paper.

"I just have one question for you bucko." Jasmine glared menacingly, stalking closer with a finger pointed at his chest, "Is it true you have a chocolate sea upon which a candy vessel will take me wherever it is my heart craves?"

"Yes?" Willy replied cautiously, "The oompa loompas steer the candy boat through the chocolate-"

"No! It must be a vessel that I can steer! And there must be a gorgeous chocolate man who looks somewhat like you but with more muscles, a tan, facial hair, and tattoos…so really nothing like you…except for the face…the structure is similar anyway…and I think you're a good height."

"Oh for the love of chocolate fudge, Jazzy just shut up and let us get on with the tour! I'll make you a chocolate Jack for your birthday if you promise not to tell me what you do to it." Sam rubbed the bridge of her nose.

"Deal! Tally-ho!" Upon Willy's confused glance, Jasmine deadpanned, "Means go?"

True to Willy's words, the tour went off without a hitch…except for the part where Jasmine had been so enamored with the chocolate waterfall that she tried to dive in…or the part where Samantha was so taken in by the chocolate room that the boat almost left without her…or when both Samantha and Jasmine pushed a button on the elevator at the same time and accidentally overrode the door's closing mechanism and they almost fell out…

The girls were quick to learn however and a mere week after the announcement of their victory, they both knew their way in, out, and about the factory with ease. Samantha was obviously a more frequent visitor than Jasmine as she would work tirelessly with Willy, helping to make not only her winning idea but the prototype for the insta-melt that would hopefully be ready to send to Mr. Gradstein by the end of the month. Jasmine kept the bakery running with Bridgette until Sam was ready to come back full time and occasionally would visit with the Buckets while Miss Busy-Bee was off with Mr. Hunky-Chocolate-Dream-Man. Things were progressing wonderfully until the random day when Sam, in a flurry of emotion, barged into the bakery with her hands shaking, her hair frazzled, and her chest heaving from the mad dash across town.

"I'm screwed!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, ignoring the worried glances from the late lunchers and cupcake lovers.

"I thought scaring people was my thing?" Jasmine mumbled to Bridgette as she came around the counter to aid her friend. Bridgette choked her laughter down as she handed the change in her hand to the patient customer in front of her. "Come on, lovely. Come in the back and calmly tell ol' Jazzy-cakes why getting screwed is a bad thing." She winked.

Samantha blushed as she plopped down into a comfy chair in the back, not wanting to tell her friend how close to the truth her little innuendo had gotten. "Willy and I have been working on my candy idea," she took a deep breath, "and it was going fine until we had to test it but then it started working. I started to get all tingly and apparently so did he and then…"

"Then?" Jasmine prompted her.

"He almost kissed me." She mumbled.

"Now, now, my dear we mustn't mumble if we wish to attract our yummy little chocolate man. And by 'we' I mean you of course." Jasmine began filing her nails as she propped her feet on the desk and leaned back in her office chair. "What do you mean almost?"

"Well he seemed to snap out of it before we actually did anything and then he blushed a bit and made an excuse to leave." She dropped her chin in her palms miserably.

"Well he blushed at least, that's a good sign so now we just need a plan to get you two a little cozier."

"What?"

Jasmine's feet dropped and she faced Sammy sternly, "You mean to tell me you've been working with your dream man for close to two months now and you haven't put any moves on him?"

"Well, no! Of course not! We're partners Jazz not partners."

"Yes but you want to be."

"Of course I want to be."

"Well then what's the problem?"

Samantha opened her mouth to retort when she closed it again comically. There really wasn't a problem of trying for something she's always wanted. After all if she hadn't listened to Jasmine in the first place she wouldn't even be working with the fabulous Mr. Wonka at all. Maybe all she had to do was pluck up her courage and go for it.

Jasmine saw the acceptance on her friends face and smiled, "Now, we need to think of what you can do to-"

"No." Samantha replied. For once in her life she was going to go for something she truly wanted all on her own.

"No?"

"No plans. I'm doing this my way."

"B-b-but. Planning and plotting is what I do! You take that away from me and I have nothing!" Jasmine pouted.

"Sorry, love, but I gotta do this myself. No meddling."

"Fine." Jasmine huffed, crossing her arms.

"Thanks Jazz, I appreciate you actually listening for once," she laughed, "I'll talk to you later." Sam hopped out of her comfy chair and skipped back to the factory.

"As if!" Jasmine scoffed and picked up the phone.

Charlie Bucket was an angel of a boy. He always did his chores, his grades never faltered from above average, and he didn't have a malicious bone in his body. He was also a ten year old boy bursting with creativity and plenty of wiliness to make up for the lack of naughtiness. So when he received a call at 3:52pm informing him of an opportunity to cause some well-mannered mischief, he was more than happy to oblige. The first step, of course, was to inform and recruit the oompa loompas.

Willy and Sam had just finished up for the day, planning to leave their work to simmer for the night, and they were casually strolling towards the elevator when Samantha heard the tell tale sign of overheating. She grabbed Willy's arm and both turned towards the pot of chocolate that was unexplainably bubbling over and just as they reached the controls to nullify the problem, they both found themselves covered head to toe in gooey brown sweetness.

"Eh-heh." Willy chuckled, "That shouldn't have happened."

"So why did it?" Sam stared inquisitively at the pot.

"Nothing we can't figure out after we get cleaned up yeah?" Willy nudged her gently towards the elevator again, only to meet resistance from the woman who was not used to letting a problem sit. "Sam?"

"Hmm? Oh yea, I suppose you're right." She turned around, all be-it a bit too quickly, and slipped in the puddle growing by her feet. Willy reached a hand out to catch her, only to end up slipping in his own puddle and falling on top of her. "Ow!" Sam squeaked as she felt her ankle twinge under his weight.

"I'm so sorry!" Willy squeaked in return, "Here, let me." He stood abruptly and helped her to stand throwing her arm across his shoulder so she could test her ability to walk. He caught her again before she collapsed and she grumbled at the now useless appendage. Without a second thought, Willy picked her up and carried her to the Great Glass Elevator.

Sam looped her arms around Willy reflexively and stared at him in wonder. You wouldn't think there was much of a figure beneath that stiff, tailored jacket, but William Wonka certainly was not all candy and fluff. For a moment, Sam thanked the chocolate covering her cheeks so Willy could not see the blood rising in them, but she couldn't help the way her fingers flexed over his broad shoulders. As the elevator doors closed, Willy juggled Sam in his arms a little to push the button for the chocolate room, hoping Mrs. Bucket would have something to make Sam feel better; after all, the puppet hospital was hardly the place for a person. Willy, however, did not account for the weight of an extra person in his balance and when the elevator took off, his back hit the panel of buttons behind him, the elevator went in a fritz, Sam screamed and clutched Willy tighter towards her, Willy held on as best he could to Sam and the safety catch above him, and suddenly everything stopped.

Willy quickly settled himself on the floor with Samantha in his lap in case the elevator took off once more and Sam could do nothing but curl herself into him, frightened for both of their lives as they remained suspended over the factory. "The oompa loompas will fix it in no time, don't you worry. I have one monitoring the elevator at all times for just an emergency heh, heh. No need to panic." Willy tried to calm her while trying to ignore his own quivering heart. He had never held someone so close before. Well, except for the time Grandma Georgina glommed onto him for smelling like peanuts, but that was completely different. Sam poked her head out from the crook of his neck and looked up at him hopefully, and for what happened next, Willy would forever blame the chocolate covering their bodies and permeating the air causing endorphins to just fly about, but he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, savoring sweet chocolate kisses.

Charlie turned his eyes away from the security feed from the elevator with a devilish smile on his cheeky little face. That took a lot less meddling than I thought it would, he chuckled to himself. He had prepared a whole clipboard of ideas for the two of them, including a scandalous game of truth or dare where Willy would have to push past his "germophobia" and let Sam feed him a chocolate covered strawberry by her hand. He didn't get it but adults seemed to find that stuff sappy and romantic. Oh well, he shrugged, Guess now I get to go clean up my mess. And he moved toward the invention room to take care of the spilled confection.

"I feel like we're in a fairy tale." Samantha breathed after the two had finally pulled apart.

"Me too." Willy whispered.

"I guess my invention worked huh?"

Willy smirked as he looked directly into her eyes, "I don't think it was just the chocolate." He leaned in and stole another kiss, reveling in the warm tingle left by the chocolate and the hot burn left by his desire, both uncaring of the now moving elevator.

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To ThePurpleness: You are seriously one of my best friends EVER and despite how late I may have been with giving you a chapter or sometimes missing a holiday, I hope you enjoyed it :) (btw make sure I get that folder back so I can finish printing it all)