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First CATCF fanfic so bare with me, I will say this it is definetly a two parter story, but part two is far into the future. I hope you enjoy and yes Willy has a darker side in this story I can't help it, he may appear innocent but underneath it all he has that interesting hidden side.

Chapter 1: It Begins

I groaned irritably as I made my way through the crowded airport of London, all I wanted to do was get to my little apartment and fade into a deep sleep. I hated time zones, mornings and hadn't had a good drink of caffeine in over three hours. My blond hair was frizzy as always because of the ever damp climate and I could feel my body protesting against my speedy walking to the nearest exit. "I want to go home and sleep." I thought stifling the yawn about to spring from my lips. I finally got outside to the cool fall climate and smiled at the faint smell of recently fallen rain and waved down the first cab I could spot. Finally I was dropped off outside my apartment and stared up at the somewhat dilapidated brick building making my way up the crumbling steps and into the much better looking inside. The owner had just redone everything inside the building and planned on renovating the outside next spring, I waved to the elderly couple who were busy working out new paperwork for a current tenant and made my way up the stairs.

I finally made it to my apartment opening the door and flinging my bags inside flinching at the crash they made upon impact of more unpacked boxes. "Oh well…Ce la vie." I thought making my way in and shutting the door. I glanced at the mess to my side and shrugged walking into the very small hall of the apartment bending down to collect the three month's worth of mail at my feet and frowning sorting through all of it.

"Bill, bill, junk, bill, junk, mom, Aunt Margo, Cousin Nelly, bill, magazine subscription overdue, magazine, and more bills." I mumbled tossing all the mail on the table in the hall that I left open just for mail and eyeing the purple envelope which had intrigued me in my hand thoughtfully. "Better see what Aunt Margo and Nelly wanted first." I mumble while opening the two letters and groaning at the endless nagging from my aunt about how I never seem to have time to visit and gossip over family issues. "I hate gossip and family issues." I thought before I opened the one from my cousin. I then paused before laughing hysterically at the picture which plopped into my hand with the familiar dark brown haired girl looking back at me covered in what appeared to be a culinary disaster on her part. "She's still experimenting in that darn culinary school." I muttered with a sad smile missing Nelly's constant chatter. "Mom?" I questioned opening the envelope and finding a small piece of paper with two very large bold words in it. "CALL ME" I stared at the large letters for only a few minutes.

I tossed aside the letters taking the picture of Nelly with me into my small apartment. It still felt strange to me since I was so used to my old room at home. I stared around reminding myself that I had been there for nearly a year and needed to unpack eventually. I ignored the living room and kitchen that were still piled with boxes and made my way to the only available room in the house, which was my room. It was painted a very medium color blue with my wooden captains' bed and headboard the center of attention. My bookcases and entertainment center were still empty as ever except for the television and satellite and all the boxes were rudely shoved into the large walk in closet. Most of my cloths lay in piles or neat folds all across the room.

"I really need to turn this place livable." I muttered sighing as I flopped across my bed and stared hard at the odd envelope I still managed to clutch in my hand. I lay Nelly's picture carefully on my headboard with the others I had piled and opened the purple envelop to reveal a lavender colored paper. "Purple…more purple. I bet this person loves purple." I mumbled with a light giggle yawning loudly and remembering my jet lag. I opened the letter to read and eyed the oddly curvy writing thoughtfully. "This has got to be a female." I murmured staring at the curvy writing again before peering down at the signature. "Willy Wonka?" I gasped staring hard at the letter again. "Ok not female." I whispered before reading the letter.

Dear Authoress/Person

I warmly invite you to come tour my chocolate factory and for you to stay and study my workers known as Oompa Loompa's. I have read many of your books and works which I have noted are considered fiction for the most part. In the process of reading these I find that you have an odd sense that which you study exists or existed at one time. I would like for my Oompa Loompa's to have such care and study into their lives so those who eventually will see them aren't quite so alarmed and can learn they are wonderful little people. I expect to see you at 10:00am sharp on Tuesday the 10th. Please pack for a very long study.

Sincerely,

Willy Wonka

"Oompa Loompa's?" I questioned allowed irritated at how the letter sounded like more of an order then request. "Warmly invite my foot." I mumbled staring hard at the letter before tossing it aside on the floor and rolling over across the bed to stare at the floor. "Where have I heard about…oh yeah the ticket winners mentioned something about them or at least until they lost the ability to talk about their trip into the factory." I murmured to myself. "I really need to stop talking to myself so much." I mumbled staring again at the envelope which I actually considered tossing into the cardboard box currently used for garbage.

I stumbled from the bed and crouched on the floor lifting it up and re-reading it over before frowning and making my way over to my currently unoccupied desk grabbing my phone. I talked with my mom for over an hour before I told her goodnight and about the Factory invite. As always my mother encouraged me to do this and so I as usual called for Chinese take out and decided to think on it to make my own decision. After dinner and an hour of scratching plans to unpack I frowned thoughtfully tossing the notebook and pen aside leaning on my desk closing my eyes.

"First thing I'm unpacking is my computer." I mumbled before standing and making my way to the bathroom. I showered changed into blue silk pajamas and crawled in bed yawning loudly. "Second thing…telling Mr. Wonka he can shove his offer." I murmured before glancing at my room thoughtfully starting to feel sleepy. "Maybe I will even start to write my next book, but first must find computer." I mumbled one last time before darkness finally allowed me a dreamless sleep.

I was so comfortable in my warm bed that I hadn't noticed how dark the room still was and carefully cracked open my eyes to tiny slits. I stared around yawning and stretching arching like a cat before settling back on the bed glancing out my gloomy window. "Raining." I thought with a smile and rolling over to go back to sleep spotting the still many unpacked boxes outside my bedroom door and groaning. I admit I am very lazy and the thought of work made me even more irritable in the morning, mostly because I didn't care for mornings. I made my way from my warm cocoon of a bed and sighed sadly before grabbing a pair of jeans and a long sleeved fleece pale blue shirt, I then headed to the bathroom.

"Now to find that computer." I muttered placing my still wet hair up firmly into a ponytail holder and putting on my comfy working sneakers. I made my way through the ocean of boxes stumbling over some which had been knocked down the previous night. "Kitchen, books, stuffed animals, more books, music, and more books." I mumbled eyeing the labeled boxes and glaring thoughtfully around the room. "Computer come out, come out wherever you are…I'm tired of writer's cramp." I mumbled shrugging as I went over to the kitchen ungracefully falling over a box in my path with a crash to the floor and very loud curse. "Breakfast, soda and then computer." I said dialing the café down the street ordering my breakfast.

I thanked the delivery girl before shutting the door a little rudely in her face and taking my food into my room stretching across my bed and munching on my eggs and toast before taking a very long drink of soda. I then smiling satisfied flipped on the television and turned on the local news which was an odd impulse since I obediently watched the cartoon channels most of the time. I nearly dropped my food and soda on the floor when the speaker announced something over the television. "I didn't hear that right." I thought turning up the volume.

"This is David Hart coming to you live with some new stories on our famous Chocolatier and heir Charlie Bucket. We were informed by sources that one Oriana Winters a famous fiction or non-fiction writer to some has been invited to do a study in the chocolate factory on the workers only known to the public as small men called Oompa Loompa's not much has really been revealed on this matter. In the future I am sure during this study the people of the world will know more about them and the ever elusive Chocolatier. In other news…"

I stared at the television blankly for several minutes before clicking it to my cartoons and carefully eating the remainder of my breakfast. I was fuming over the news announcement and came back to my original thoughts when I first read the letter. "That man did order me…well sort of and with that news report left me with no options. I could publicly embarrass him though." I thought with a small smile gracing my face. I could feel the hot rage in my cheeks and irritably slammed the Styrofoam dish with plastic silverware in the garbage box angrily. I was fuming over the matter and went through angrily searching my house for my computer I needed something to stop me from calling the factory to yell at someone. "I'm going to tell that man off." I thought remembering that I had no intention of going to the factory and had made up my mind.

"Yes!" I quipped happily finding my computer box and opening it pulling out everything but three important much needed objects. "Great…what did I do with the screen, mouse and keyboard." I growled nearly tossing the computer across the room. "I won't go." I said before I could stop the thought from escaping my lips.

I groped around the nearby boxes feeling myself growing even more irritated and guilty at the same time. I was feeling very guilty at the decision to publicly embarrass the well known apparently eccentric Chocolatier but only because of his young heir Charlie Bucket. I had seen pictures of the boy all over the place and learned a great deal about the family upon my arrival to London and also in my nearby town which was only about twenty miles from the factory itself. I had learned a little while back home in America but hadn't paid all that much attention until I moved. Charlie seemed like a great kid and the thought that I would embarrass him as well in my anger made me feel even guiltier and I hated that feeling. I finally giving up my search made my way to my room and yanked out my desk drawer pulling out a calendar which I buried under piles of disks, papers and other notes I had stashed away.

"The tenth is tomorrow." I mumbled rolling my eyes and placing my fingers against my temples trying to push away the headache that was coming because of my irritation. "I suppose I better let everyone back home know and pack." I grumbled stomping my foot in a childish way as I tossed back in the calendar all but slamming my desk drawer. "I hate guilt." I mumbled cursing Willy Wonka as I made my way around my room gathering my long stay and study bags stuffing them full of clothing, toiletries, jewelry and what little makeup I owned but hardly wore. Then I grabbed some of my books, filled my mp3 player of all my favorite songs tossing it in with some batteries and smiled. "All packed." I said sitting on the bags forcing them to shut with their load.

I was an overly lazy person when I thought about it and neatly folding things wasn't my style I enjoyed cramming. I called in Chinese take out a second time for dinner and made my way into my room getting comfy while I watched a two hour marathon of Tom and Jerry cartoons. I finally pulled out a notebook and took down some notes to help plan ahead for the study I would be forced to do against my better judgment and dropped my pen as a thought struck me. "My laptop." I thought excitedly as I ran to my closet pulling out my laptop carrying bag and sorted through it situating it for the trip. "At least I don't have to write everything down." I thought with a satisfied smile staring at the clock that told me it was nearly ten-thirty. I shrugged making sure everything was ready to go in the morning before I made my way into the bathroom showering and changing into another pair of pajama's.

"I can't believe I spent all day searching for my desktop." I mumbled allowed and made myself comfortable in bed before glaring at the clock and somehow falling asleep.

"Good morning and welcome to the A.M. music show…" announced the alarm clock before I angrily slammed my hand down on the alarm button and glared hard at the eight-thirty numbers. How I hated mornings and this one was exceptionally irritating considering why I was getting up at the horrible hour, I made my way angrily into the bathroom washing up and placing on my favorite bellbottom jeans and dark blue hooded sweatshirt before brushing out my hair and leaving it down. I was lazy, tired, and angry and really needed my morning soda which I promptly retrieved from the fridge before answering the insistent intercom speaker by my front door. "What…I mean who is that?" I wondered before walking to the intercom.

"Yes?" I questioned waiting for a reply.

"Miss Winters…there's a limo outside waiting for you." Came my landlords reply as I stared at the intercom my mouth hanging open. "Should I inform them you will be down soon?" came the hesitant reply.

"Yes please do Mr. Bryce." I mumbled sighing before turning to my bags and lifting them out into the hall and shoving them into the awaiting elevator which I usually avoided. I then leaned against the elevator wishing I could go back to my comfy apartment watching the steel doors slam shut. "Limo…what is Mr. Wonka trying to pull?" I thought allowed before mentally scolding myself for speaking aloud again.

I stepped out of the elevator smiling faintly at Mr. Bryce before dragging my things out the door seeing a man short and heavy set standing with the limo door open and heading toward my bags. He quickly placed them in the back before motioning me toward the awaiting open door, which I hesitated in doing so wondering if this was a good idea. I remembered seeing the program of the children leaving the factory and the condition they were in, but then again they technically weren't harmed, which put me somewhat at ease and I smiled climbing into the limo jumping when the door shut. It was typical for a limo which had actually surprised me considering where I was going but I ignored this and snuggled into the seat dozing off thanks to the comfortably heated limo.

"Ms. Winters. We've arrived." Come a soft voice as my eyes snapped open and I glanced ahead seeing the driver smiling faintly at my jumpy behavior. "I will take care of your bags…Mr. Wonka and Mr. Bucket are waiting for you at the doors." He said as I glanced out at the looming factory realizing we had already entered the grounds and was just outside the factory entrance doors.

"Thank you." I said clearing my throat of sleep before I opened the door and paused before the large doors of the factory. "I don't want to go in there." I whispered feeling very uncomfortable at the look of a gothic castle it cast off. Somewhere in the back of my mind Dracula came to mind, but I shrugged it off making my way to the door to knock nearly screaming as the door started to open of its own accord. "Creepy much." I thought before eyeing the entry way.