A.N. Hey yall! Yep it's me-again, Sierra is my (pen) name and writing is my game. Now if you haven't noticed yet I seem to take on an entirely different personality whith every story I write. Why is this you (may or may not) ask? This is because I tend to be in different moods when I Write me stories. This one for example. I'm feeling odd and cookey, yet happy all at the same time, odd isn't it Eh? Yes I'm Canadien, gotta a problem with that?

Disclaimer:...I wish I own Willy and gang, but I only own meself...sad but true...

My Hero

Chapter 1: The Movie

"Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka the famous chocolatere..." the pupets sang for what seemed like the millionth time. But for some reason 29-year-old Sierra( no I'm not 29) never tired of the movie 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory'. Silvery-blue eyes watched as if in a trance, soft lips parted only enough to pop some pop-corn into her mouth. Toned and tanned legs were hugged by tanned, slightly muscular arms. A red button-up shirt was tied in a knot just below her chest, jean cut-offs clung lightly her her skin. 'If I keep this up I will never fit into this pair again...' she thought, watching Willy clap and smile at his currently B.B.Qed puppets.

"Wasn't it marv-"

"Are you watching that stupid movie AGAIN?" bellowed her boyfriend, standing in front of her. Sierra winced.

"I-I did g-get every-thing done...and I-I had some free time-"

"So where the f--- (for those who are to young or immature to read swear words then you shoudn't read this, there will be swearing and maybe some adult content...) is my dinner!"

"I left that on th-the table..." she knew what would come next...

"That piece of crap! Are you trying to kill me you b----! A RAT wouldn't have eaten it!" he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her screaming from the (carpeted) living room. 'O.K...I wasn't expecting that, normally I only get slapped...' she thought, trying to wrestle her(Unfortanly) long silvery-blonde hair from her abusive boyfriends grasp. he noticed her tears of pain running down her face.

"Quit crying whore!" She couldn't stop-it hurt so much!

"I'll give you something to cry about b----!" slapping her repetedly. Blow after blow rained on her face until the merciful blackness came. Noticing her body had gone limp he threw her body to the ground and stormed out of the door and to the local bar. Some time later Sierra woke up, amazingly Chris(her boyfriend) had not managed to make either of her eyes swell up. Sierra cautiously sat up, looking around for him. Realizing that he had gone she got slowly and painfully. She stumbled upstairs and got changed, a black leather coat with matching pants, the top underneath was a white halter top. Stumbling back to the couch she decided to finish the movie, knowing that Chris wouldn't be home until around 1 in the morning. She under estimated. Just as the credits had finished he walked in. Hearing the song he launched at her with a roar of fury, but only grabbed a lamp post. He blinked stupidly and looked around for Sierra, but she was nowhere to be seen. Sierra in person was expecting to feel Chris's hands around her throat. Realizing that he didn't she peeked through her eyelashes and saw only a large metal fence. Blinking she looked around, wondering where she was. This place looked so familiar, yet she's never been here... has she? That looked like the store that Charlie found the golden ticket. If that were true then... she whipped around and sure enough there was the Wonka factory! She had fallen into the world of Willy and Charlie. 'Wonder which part I'm at...' she wondered. 'only one way to find out...' Setting a resonable pace she headed towards where the bucket house may or may not be. Drawing her coat around her closer she snuggeled into its warmth. She was glad that she had pulled on her winter boots for warmth, she was also very glad that they were high heeled. Turning the corner she blinked in surprise. It turned out that she was in the beggining of the movie. Yep, in goes Mr.Bucket...but where was Charlie? Something was nagging in the back of her mind, turning she followed her instincts she ran towards where she hoped Charlie might be.

Charlie's P.O.V.

School had let out early today. They woulden't say why, all they had said was to go home. Charlie and the other students couldn't have cared less. Those with rich or slightly wealthy parents went and got a wonka bar, they were all hoping to win a golden ticket. Since Charlie had niether he went strait home, or tried to rather. Like every smaller or more poor boy Charlie was bullied, and since he didn't like bullies he had a bad tendancy to defend others when they were getting beat up. But this was different. A strong man of about 30 or so was beating up a woman of about 16 (not me, just some other girl he had found, and it's not Chris either) Insinct kicked in.

"Hey! Leave her alone! Pick on some one your own size or gender you bully!" he shouted, running to the girls aid. Stupid move... the man threw the unfortunate girl to the ground. She layed still, tears streaming down her face, her shoulders shook with silents sobs of fear and pain. He turned to Charlie and laughed.

"Go home kid, if you know what's best for ya!"

"Walk away when I know that when I turn my back you'll tackel me? Never." groweled Charlie, throwing his back-pack and braced himself for a beating. It came. Just as Charlie was feeling like he was about to die he heard a different woman yell:

"Hey a--hole, ya you!" she yelled as the man turned around to see who was bothering him now. Looking up Charlie saw his savior. A tall woman, maybe around her later 20's, early 30's stood before him. Her silvery blonde hair reached the small of her back, her black leather coat reached her ankles, her slacks too were leather and flared slightly at the bottom. Her silvery-blue eyes were full of angry terror.

"Hehehe, you're funny girly, better go home."The man laughed. 'Girly? who was he calling girly?' she thought shaking her head. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Charlie collapse. Suddenly all she could see was red. Turning to the man she saw Chris and the man , laughing as one man. They had hurt Charlie. The little boy who captures Willy's heart. Running full speed at him she kicked out. Apparently he was expecting a puch and prepered to block that move, not a kick. She nailed him right were the sun doesn't shine. With a squeak he bent over, gasping in pain. She elbowed him in the back of the neck, knocking him out. Walking over to Charlie she knelt beside him. Looking past him she saw the girl he was defending cower in fear against the wall farthest from her.

"You can leave now. Go on-run!" the girl was trembling visibly but she managed to stand.

"P-please don't hurt him-h-he saved me..."

"Go on, I plan on taking him to his family." she nodded and fled. Flipping Charlie onto his back she picked him up, cradling him against her chest and walked to the buckets house-hold. The door opened before she could knock.

"Charlie!" Mrs.Bucket panicked.

"He's alright, he just got alittle beat up by some stupid 30-year-old who thought he was tough." she expained. Mrs.Bucket sighed.

"Who was he defending?"

"A young woman." she nodded and led Sierra into the house. After alot of hand-wringing thanks and looking after Charlie the Buckets asked if there was anything they could do to help.

"I would apprecite it if I could rent a couch in your home...hehe...I-Uh, just arrived and have nowhere to stay..." The buckets looked at each other then at Sierra.

"I'm sorry, but you will only be able to sleep on the floor...and we're not doing well finacially."

"Hence the 'renting' bit of my request. I insist on paying you for my board. And I don't mind sleeping on the ground." the Buckets looked relieved. Agreeing they showed Sierra where she would be sleeping. She stated there for the week, paying for the grociries with money that came from God knows where.Each day another tickey was found. Finially came the fateful day. Sierra was home that day, talking to Grandma Georgina. For some odd reason she could talk 'crazy'. Just as Sierra told Grandma Georgina that she enjoyed those talks Charlie charged in yelling:

"I have it- it's mine!" Sierra let the parents read the letter and quoted it under her breath. Finially the one question was asked.

"Who will go with Charlie?" Joe looked rueful.

"I wish I could go...but I would hate it if I were to sneeze on Mr.Wonka..." Joe had a cold. Sierra took a deep breath, now was her chance.

"I'll go with him."

A.N. Lol, yeah I know, I changed every-one, but I couldn't think of a way to find Charlie...Plus I really want to go through the factory with Wonka and gang. I have sacastic comments for all. Just wait till you read them! But they'll only come if you R&R!