Dancing Lessons

Disclaimer: I do not own Sweeney Todd or the associated characters.

Sweeney was never a good dancer. No matter how much he tried, it never improved. But now, for some reason, here he was, dancing with the baker who lived downstairs.

Nellie had insisted upon teaching him, much to his dislike. It wasn't a particularly useful skill, but maybe it would pay off. She was so enthusiastic to be a teacher to him.

So, sometimes very late into the night, he would find them both moving together in the light of the moon from the large window. They were finally in sync, perfectly timed with one another. It made him feel... Good. Though she was no Lucy, this was one of Nellie's stronger points, and she had mastered it beautifully. Lucy wouldn't have taught him.

It was silly now. The barber dancing with the baker, maybe even liking it. Not ever had he liked Nellie; not in that way, he thought. But maybe it was slowly growing... Maybe this time it wouldn't be cut down. He wasn't alone. They were both in this dull, gray world together. Red flames in the dark.

Sweeney couldn't dance. Not until now, that was.

"One more practice for the wedding."

Maybe he was just a little nervous. But dancing was a big step that would add up later. Maybe Nellie would teach the baby.

Author's Note: Last minute story! Sorry it's so short! How was it? Please review if you enjoyed. Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome.