A/N: This is my Charlie and the Chocolate Factory 2005 version of Scarlett.  She's a little different from 1971 Scarlett.  I'd like to thank Mircosedy from fanfiction.net for PMing with me about Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and kaafan10 from deviantart for role-playing it with me and rekindling my interest in Willy Wonka.  If you recognize it from the movie, I don't own it.  I also got a beta-reader who helped me rewrite this.

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Scarlett Rivera woke up to the sound of her cell phone playing a MIDI file of "Numb" by Linkin Park. She buried her face deeper into her pillow and threw the covers over her head, hoping that whoever was calling would stop. Her head was aching with a hangover the size of Texas, and the ringing was only making the pain worse. Scarlett looked at her digital alarm clock and saw that it was six in the morning. As a freelance artist, she had many clients but only one of them was audacious enough to call her at this hour— and he was her biggest client yet.

Scarlett answered her phone. "Willy, do you have any idea what time it is?" she asked groggily, in her smooth, southern accent.

"Hey! How'd ya know it was me?" Willy asked.

"Because normal people wait until the afternoon before they disturb their friends," Scarlett told him with a groan. "What do you want?"

"There's a problem that's not my problem," Willy giggled, and then went on excitedly, "Rise and shine, Scarlett. I've got big news!"

"Later," Scarlett said and hung up the phone, opened the top drawer of her night stand and threw it in there, slamming the drawer shut. Then she threw the covers over her pounding head and went back to sleep. Well, she would have, if her phone hadn't started ringing again.

Scarlett opened the drawer and answered her phone as she put her left hand on her head, feeling the pounding get worse.

"Scarlett, I said 'rise and shine'," Willy said irritably. "I've got big news."

"Fine, Willy. What is it?" Scarlett asked, exasperated.

"Nuh uh. No way. I'm not saying over the phone," Willy responded in his 'I've got a secret' tone. "Bugs bug me, and airwaves are worse. Come to the Factory."

Scarlett groaned under her wooden headboard that had a painting of "Starry Night" by Vincent Van Gogh—a copy, since there was no way in hell Scarlett could afford the original, right above it. To the left of her bed was a brown, wooden night stand with a desk lamp on top of it. Beneath the headboard, Scarlett lifted her red comforter, with its flower designs, and got out of her queen sized bed.

Scarlett's feet touched the plush, white carpet that matched the white walls. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as she looked towards the closed window, with its blinds shut, that overlooked the street below her penthouse apartment. A laundry hamper stood in the right hand corner, almost full with dirty clothes. Scarlett made a mental note to do some laundry when she could.

Right across from her bed was a dresser that was the same brown wood as the night stand, its surface covered by a jewelry box, a huge collection of books, and her iPod mini, being charged at the very edge. A mirror connected to the dresser, showing Scarlett's reflection perfectly: her thick, flaming red hair was sticking out all over; her heart-shaped face was slightly puffy, and felt a little oily; bags were clearly visible around her almond-shaped, emerald-green eyes; and barefoot, she was wearing a light blue shirt with a picture of Spock on it and a pair of loose gray shorts.

Scarlett always did look like a train wreck when she first got up.

"All right, just give me a few minutes and I'll be there," Scarlett told him as she switched the light on, and went to the living room.

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White walls surrounded the living room's walnut floor. The couch was dark brown, covered by a white slipcover, with two red pillows, one on each side, and one white pillow in the middle. Her television set was a large, silver flat screen, with a Tivo box underneath it, and a silver DVD player beside it. Beside that was a black shelf of DVDs, including Star Trek, Harry Potter, and Dangerous Liaisons. Between the TV and the couch was a light brown wooden coffee table with dark brown legs. On the coffee table stood two empty wine glasses, along with a few Wonka candy bar wrappers; mementos of last night's handsome visitor, whose name Scarlett didn't remember.

An elliptical stood beside the couch and faced the TV. Various paintings decorated the walls: the "Mona Lisa" by Leonardo Da Vinci (again, a copy), Van Gogh's "Cafe Terrace at Night" (another copy), a painting Scarlett bought at an art fair depicting the ocean depths and its various wildlife, such as the blue whale, and the clown fish, and another painting purchased from an art fair showing a Greek forest, with a beautiful half naked-woman, the nymph Echo, longing for the gorgeous man, Narcissus, as he gazed lovingly at his reflection in a pond. A couple of windows overlooked the city, with a few potted plants lining the windowsills.

"You're not going back to bed, are you?" Willy asked suspiciously.

"Of course not," Scarlett told him, her voice sounding far more awake than earlier. "I'm just going to drink a Prairie Oyster, make myself an espresso, get dressed and then I'll drive over."

"In that order?"

"Yes. Why?"

"You need a Prairie Oyster?" Willy asked slyly, and then raised his voice. "Are you HUNGOVER?"

Scarlett put her hand to her head, her skull screaming. "Yes," Scarlett told him firmly.

"Silly girl," said Willy, softening his voice. "Hey. Ya know what'd be really neat? Me making a candy that'd let you drink all you want, without any nasty side-effects."

"Yeah, you let me know how that works out," Scarlett said apathetically, and then felt a surge of energy come over her. "Wait a minute, what?"

"No, really. I'm serious- no hangover, no headache, no heaving, no salmonella poisoning," Willy told her, making sure to keep his voice soft.

"You do realize there's no way MADD would let you put that product on the market," Scarlett told him as she turned the light off in the living room and went to the kitchen, turning the light on there.

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The kitchen also had a wooden floor, and many wooden cabinets on the right hand wall. A silver refrigerator with a small freezer compartment on top of it leaned on the wall in front of Scarlett. Right next to it were two sets of wooden drawers, with an oven and stove between them. The wooden drawers on the right had an espresso machine and a can of sugar on the counter above them. The wooden drawers on the left had two canisters, one of salt and one of pepper, a coffee machine, and a bottle of olive oil on the counter above them. In the middle of the kitchen was an island counter with a built in sink, filled with dirty dishes. A cabinet was right below the sink, with a white dishwasher to the left of it. In the left hand corner of the room was a wooden table surrounded by four wooden chairs, with a vase of artificial red roses in the center.

"Who's MADD?" Willy asked. "I'm not."

"Mothers Against Drunk Driving," Scarlett explained as she removed an egg carton from the refrigerator. "And, if you market a product like that, I guarantee you'll have another lawsuit on your hands," Scarlett said as she took a wine glass from the cabinet, and placed it on the counter. "Remember the guys who tried to sue you because they claimed your chocolate made them fat?"

Willy gave a high pitched laugh. "Of course I do. But their claims were fatuous," Willy said, in that happy tone that he always used when he was talking about fools.

Scarlett laughed as she took Tabasco sauce from the cabinet and placed it next to the wine glass. She took a bottle of Worcestershire sauce and placed it on the counter next to the wine glass as she remembered that ridiculous lawsuit and how it inspired Willy to create a chocolate that burns fat. Scarlett made a mental note to ask Willy how progress was going on that when she visited the factory.

"The point is, you don't want to invite more trouble," Scarlett told him as she took the two shakers of salt and pepper and placed them on the counter next to the wine glass. "Especially if you want to go through with this big plan of yours."

"The point is, hangovers are their own reward," snapped Willy, miffed at Scarlett's unasked for council. "Why should I spoil that? I'd never make such a thing." He paused. "Except for my friends. My friends not operating heavy machinery, that is."

"Then I hope I stay your friend," sighed Scarlett, thinking from Willy's tone she may have overstepped. "Because this hangover is killing me. I'd love to talk more, but I really have to go."

"Okay. How fast ya gettin' here?" Willy asked.

"I still have to make an espresso and get dressed, so it will be a while," Scarlett told him.

"There's a coffee shop in your building," Willy told her. "Can't you just get dressed, get an espresso from there and get to the factory?"

Willy's idea clicked in Scarlett's head. "Well, I didn't think of that, now did I," Scarlett told him, feeling really stupid.

"You forgot that there was a coffee shop in your building?" Willy asked in disbelief.

"You got me up at six in the morning," Scarlett said irritably. "So forgive me if I'm not at the top of my game."

"Well, I wasn't about to wait until noon," Willy defended as Scarlett heard a loud explosion on the other end of the phone. "Gotta go—, just get here."

"All right, bye," Scarlett said, and then hung up the phone, placing it on the counter next to the espresso machine.

Scarlett cracked the egg in the glass, careful to leave the yolk unbroken, thinking about how she first met Willy Wonka. It was just a nice little park in Texas and his family was on vacation. She was drawing the scenery and he was looking over her shoulder to see what she was doing. Scarlett dosed the yolk with a teaspoon of Worcestershire sauce as she remembered how he apologized, and shyly told her that it was a beautiful drawing. Then Scarlett smiled as she sprinkled salt and pepper and two dashes of Tabasco sauce in the glass. "Who would've thought that shy little boy would grow up to run his own chocolate empire?" Scarlett muttered to herself as she raised her glass, smelling the raw egg mixed with the spicy ingredients.

Scarlett downed the contents in one gulp, and gagged at what felt like a huge ball of spicy snot, running down her throat. Her headache decreased to a dull throb as she placed the empty glass down, and went to get dressed.

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A while later, Scarlett took a look at herself in the mirror and smiled. Her lustrous red hair fell slightly past her shoulders, in loose natural waves. Her heart-shaped face was powdered in blush and eye shadow that was the same color as her skin, slightly pale, hiding her few flaws perfectly. She wore a blood-red tank top that displayed a bit of her buxom cleavage, along with a pair of black jeans that outlined the curves of her hourglass figure divinely. A pair of black combat boots finished the look off.

Scarlett was a complete knockout, and, if she ever forgot it, there were always plenty of men who would remind her. Willy Wonka was not one of them. She grabbed a black leather jacket from her closet and put it on, not even bothering to zip it up, along with her red and silver striped helmet with a black visor and left to meet Willy, wondering what news he would have that could possibly be so important.

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A/N: Attention! Scarlett Rivera 2005 now has her own Tumblr account! The link can be found here scarlettrivera2005.tumblr.com . Anyway, I've been using Azaleas Dolls to create my OCs. Since Azaleas Dolls is a dollmaking game, it's not a perfect creation of them. So, imagine my characters how you want to and don't let my creations ruin them. Also, when I get a random plot bunny, I like to write the first chapter out, find a beta-reader and then continue the story after serious re-editing of the first chapter. The Prairie Oyster came from Cowboy Bebop, and the reference about people trying to sue Willy Wonka for his chocolate making them fat came from a similar case with McDonalds. Last but not least, this fanfic takes place in the summer of 2004. I'm well aware that the movie was released in 2005, but the Golden Ticket winners didn't get to go to the factory until February 1st, and I'm sure this took a great deal of planning.