A/N: I'm going to ask for at least four more reviews to know people are interested in this story. I made another one that took me all weekend and a few hours of watching the movie, but I can continue this one if I know people are reading it.

"Hi Mom, hi Dad," Charlie greeted as he came home.

"Hello dear," Mrs. Bucket said when her son sat on the bed. "Homework?"

"Nope," he answered. "Where's Mr. Wonka?"

"I don't know. He's been around. Check the places you think he'd be," she told him. She thought that where ever Willy was, Chance was sure to be too.

Charlie found him in the Inventing Room, the first place he checked.

"Willy," he said, making the candy man turn around.

"Oh, hello Charlie," he said. Charlie asked what he was working on. Willy still couldn't get that hair toffee to work properly, and Charlie could tell it was bothering him.

"Could I do some work?" he asked. Willy gratefully accepted his offer and sent him to the TV Room to do some testing with the Oompa Loompas.

"Oh, Charlie!" Willy called before he left. "Have you seen Chance?"

"Oh yeah! Right! Oh, how could I forget! She told me to tell you good luck with the chocolate," Charlie said. Willy looked confused.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, catching the boy before he ran off.

"I uh, saw her before," Charlie answered. He didn't want to tell Willy he had skipped school. "I was walking home and we ran into each other."

"Where?" he asked. Charlie sighed, seeing it was useless.

"Alright, alright! I skipped school for an hour or so," he confessed.

"So? I just want to know where you saw Chance," he said. Charlie looked at him surprised he didn't care. Then again, Willy Wonka hated school.

"In the woods, I heard a scream and it was the talk of everyone at recess. I snuck away and saw Mr. Slugworth running out of the woods. His arm was in pretty bad shape. Then, I saw Chance...oh my God!" Charlie realized what had happened to Slugworth, but Willy didn't catch his realization as he was only focused on the word woods.

"The woods?" Willy said. "Excuse me." He left his work, saying he wasn't joining them for dinner tonight. He wished Charlie good luck with the testing and he stepped outside.

"Is she crazy?" he told himself, feeling the cold. He stepped through his gate and through town. She told him she would stay and she went off into the woods. Willy knew he was going after her on a whim. She may have already left the woods to somewhere else before Charlie came home. He knew he had taken fondness to her. He liked her...a lot. He'd kissed her one night and left her speechless. They'd even fallen asleep next to one another in the Chocolate Room.

Mrs. Bucket knew he was in love, and she thought Chance liked Willy too. Willy had to try and find her, and finally admitted it to himself. He loved Chance, and he would go to great lengths to find her.

His great length to find her wasn't very far. His eyes laid on the woods, and he didn't think a second thought...he walked straight in. Willy found her sitting on a log next to a fire she must have built herself. A giant animal was near her and he could tell she'd been eating it. He walked closer to her, cautious as always.

"What did I do?" he asked meekly. Chance said nothing in response to this. Her eyes stared at the fire, focused on the flame. Willy wasn't giving up.

"Come on, talk to me," he said, still careful. She sighed.

"You know I don't belong there," she said.

"Of course you do," he said. "What would give you that ridiculous idea?" She was silent again, and she pulled her knife again. He stepped back a few feet, giving her room, frightened for what she might do.

Chance threw the knife, just missing Willy and hitting something else. He gasped, but he looked behind him to see a raccoon, laying dead in its tracks. His eyes widened. Chance got up from her spot, walked past Willy and over to the animal. She pulled the knife out, while Willy looked away. She brought the raccoon over to the fire, just dropping it in the snow.

"That's why," she said quietly and frightened, sitting back down. The candy maker didn't know hot to handle this. So, he guessed.

"You would never hurt anyone in the factory," he said. "Intentionally."

"No," she said, once again staring at the fire. "You don't understand. I had the urge to kill someone or something. I couldn't control that urge."

"You did," he told her. "You walked away."

"Yeah, from you. Ask old Slugworth in his shop and he'd tell you a different tale," Chance said.

"You don't bite the hand that feeds you," Willy said randomly. He didn't know where that piece of wisdom came from.

"I beg to differ," she countered. "Who do you think I got the pig from?" Willy sat next to her, as she moved farther away. The candy maker had an idea, but not for chocolate.

"Try this for me," he began. "Drop the knife."

"Huh?" she asked, wondering what he was up to.

"Just drop the knife in the snow," he said. She looked at her knife, unsure. Meeting his eyes convinced her to do it. She took the sheath and the knife and placed them on the ground. Chance stared at Willy, waiting for the next order.

"Now stand up," he said. She was still confused, and Willy came up behind her.

"What are you doing?" she asked, and Willy heard her warning voice. But, if he was going to get this right, he couldn't back down.

"Step backwards until I tell you to stop," he said. Chance stepped backwards slowly and one step at a time. "Stop." She halted in her tracks.

"Last thing," he said. "Without bending your body, fall straight back."

"What?!" she exclaimed. "This is unnecessary."

"It's very necessary," Willy said. "Just fall backwards."

"No, I'll fall," Chance said.

"No you won't," Willy replied.

"How can you be so sure?" Chance asked.

"Trust me," he said, and that was her weak spot. She always had issues with being on her own her whole life. Trust was a word that she struggled with. She never trusted anyone but herself. It was like being attached, except trust was a twig; it snapped easily. Chance sighed.

Willy was asking her to do this. She didn't want anything to do with it, but he was asking her. She tried to make her mind but she couldn't. Willy stood there, waiting. He anticipated a few moments for Chance to decide.

"If you're sure..." she began.

"Promise," he interrupted. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Why was she doing this? She didn't know at all, but Willy was behind her. She let her body fall straight backwards. When she had no balance, she thought she was going to hurt herself. Ready for the snow to break her fall, she braced herself.

But, the cold never hit her skin. She felt something beneath her, something that wasn't cold. It was in fact, very warm. Her eyes opened, revealing Willy Wonka. She looked at him in confusion. He propped her back up to her feet, whispering in her ear.

"I'm sure because I will catch you," he told her. Chance was frightened now herself. She ran back to her knife and sheath.

"No," she said. "I don't want to hurt you!" Willy stood there by the fire, just looking at her.

"You won't," he said that as if he could see the future, but Chance didn't believe it.

"I will! Then, I will never forgive myself for something I can't control anymore. I have the urge to kill Willy! That doesn't seem like a good idea for...this...to be happening," she stuttered as she tried to tell him about their relationship. She didn't know how to put it.

"You won't if you drop the knife and come over here," Willy said.

"You can't promise that," she said.

"I know," he responded. She gasped, which made her drop the knife on accident. He urged her to come towards her. Chance looked down at the snow, wanting to grab that knife so bad.

"Chance," he said, hoping she would come to him. She took one step forward, looking at the knife every time she advance a step. He knew she was thinking about it. She came two feet from him, and she looked away from the knife. Chance closed her eyes, not wanted to do anything but stand there, between her two worlds.

Willy embraced her and her eyes remained closed. She was more confused than ever, but her knife was over there. She was stunned and speechless, again. Chance reached her arms up and put them around Willy's form. He held her tighter.

"I can't help your urges Chance, but there is one thing I can do," he said, releasing her, but their arms were still linked.

"What's that?" she asked quietly, still confused.

His head came down and he kissed her. She kissed him back without thinking. Willy pulled her closer to him from her waist and her arms came around his neck. Those few moments of bliss were all it took for Chance to realize that love was stronger than anything. Even her urge to kill was eliminated from her mind. Willy broke off the kiss, looking at Chance.

"I can love you," he said quietly and nervously. Her eyes opened again, but the green color was more lightened than it was piercing. She took another look at her knife. Chance broke out of Willy's grasp and grabbed her knife.

"Whoa," he said. "What are you doing?" But, she walked straight past Willy, anger in her eyes. She carried her knife and sheath until she came to an end in the woods. Willy watched her as she thrusted the knife out of her hands. A splash followed her actions. He was taken aback by what she had just done, and she ran back.

However, she didn't stop until Willy had her in his arms again. He picked her up, spinning her around in circles around the fire. When he set her down, Chance pressed her lips to his. He tasted like chocolate. He kissed her back lovingly and passionately, once again pulling her into him. She didn't want to let him go, but they need oxygen.

"Well, someone's been the sugar grass," he said, which made her blush. She had eaten a little bit of it. He's a genius, and she wasn't ignoring that.

"So, you were in it," he said in a playful tone. Chance nodded guilty. He kissed her again, backing into a tree. His hat fell off, but Chance caught it in her right hand.

She put in on top of her head and broke out of his grasp.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, chasing after her. "My hat!" He caught up to her, grabbing her waist and lifting her off the ground.

"Ah!" Chance said as he showered her with kisses on her neck and cheek so he could grab his hat. He place it back on his head, smirking.

"No fair! You got all sweet on me!" Chance exclaimed laughing so hard she fell in the snow. He couldn't resist this and he came down to her level, kissing her on the lips once more.

"Well," he said as he let her go. "I am the candy man." Chance laughed even more when he said that, partially because it was true. "Come back with me?"

"Hmmm, let me think about it," Chance said in a thoughtful tone. "Yes."

"And here you sit," he said, shaking his head. He offered her a hand to help her out of the snow, but she had her eye on more than his hand. He lifted her up, and she went the extra few feet to find his mouth. She broke away, and they headed out of the woods, hand in hand.

"Do I taste that good?" he asked when they came to the edge.

"Yes," she simply said, not trusting the rest of her mouth.

He carried her to the factory, despite the odd looks he received from the townspeople. He opened his gates and carried her until he came to the front door.

"Now, no more knife?" he asked.

"Not unless I need something sharp," she said.

"Is now one of those times?" he asked, leaning towards her. But, out of the corner of her eyes, she saw the gates were left somewhat open. She saw Slugworth coming in, her knife in his hands.

"Yes!" she yelled, switching places with Willy. Slugworth threw the knife, trying to hit Willy. Chance was too quick for that, though. She ran towards the knife and jumped, catching the handle in her hands. She knew exactly how it was spinning. She landed, but stopped herself from counterattacking.

Willy watched in horror as she stood there, eyes piercing. He knew how badly she wanted to throw that blade.

"You parasitic copy cat candy-making cad!" She yelled. Hey, Willy thought, That's my line!

There's always something in my way, Chance thought angrily as she insulted him with Willy's line. She ran up to Slugworth, knife in hand.

She stabbed and that's where the knife and blade met flesh.

"Happy?!" she asked loudly and furious. "You've ruined my life! I know you...too well."

"Chance!" Willy yelled in a sorrow-filled voice at the sight before him.

"There's...always...something...in my way!" she continued yelling. She pulled the knife out and stabbed again a few inches from the previous spot. "You've ruined me. I hope your life is grander now..." Her eyes welt up with tears as she ran through the streets again. Willy closed the gates after he slipped through them as Slugworth watched Chance run...

Slugworth fell to the ground, gripping the snow. Willy ran after Chance again.

After all, how long could he expect her to live with a blade stuck in her left arm?

A/N: If it's that great, I need reviews to prove it. I will make a sequel if it's worth my time. Otherwise, here it ends. I need at least four more reviews.