A/N: Ok so you know what scene I'm talking about, it's the finale. But things didn't work out for us sweenett fans and well, I think we deserve a happy or something resembling a happy ending. So, here goes!

P.S. I know some people have also played around with this idea but please, no flames, I'm not here to copy anyone. :D Oh and bold italics are songs.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street

"Don't I know you… she said... You knew she lived."

"I was only thinkin' of you."

"You lied to me."

"No, no, not lied at all. No, I never lied."

"Lucy…"

"Said she took the poison, she did. Never said that she died. Poor thing!

"I've come home!"

"Come she lived, but it left her weak in the head. All she did for months was just lie there in bed. Should have been in a hospital…"

"Lucy!"

"Wound up in Bedlam instead… Poor thing…Better you should think she was dead."

"Oh my God!"

"Yes I lied cause I love you!"

"Lucy…"

"I'd be twice the wife she was, I love you!"

"What…"

"Could that thing have cared for…"

"Have I…"

"You, like me?"

"Done?"

"Mrs. Lovett, you're a bloody wonder, eminently practical and yet appropriate as always. As you've said repeatedly there's little point in dwelling on the past!"

"Now come here…"

"Do you mean it?"
"My love!"

Everything I did…"
"Nothing…"

"I swear I thought…"
"To fear…"

"Was only for the…"

"My love!"
"Best. Believe me!"
"What's dead is dead!"

"Can we still be married?"
"The history of the world, my pet…"
"Oh, Mr. Todd. Oh, Mr. Todd. Leave it to me!"
"Is learn forgiveness and try to forget!"
"By the sea, Mr. Todd, we'll be comfy, cozy. By the sea Mr. Todd, where there's no one nosy."
"Life is for the alive, my dear. So let's keep living it!"
(Todd&Lovett)
"Just keep living it! Really living it!"

Mrs. Lovett felt that this would be her last breath. That he would soon push her into the furnace that she had carelessly left open and that she would die an excruciatingly painful death. But she had no fear. Because she was in his arms, now. And, although he sounded cheery, the look on his face was menacing. Like it had been when he wanted to kill the judge. She knew she was next. She was prepared for what was coming. But what she wasn't prepared for was what actually happened.

Mr. T began to push her but she saw tears welling up in his eyes… He let her go and turned his back to her. Mrs. Lovett waited and, cautiously, backed up into the corner, shedding a few tears herself. But then she realized. He hadn't killed her. She wasn't dead. And all she could think about was… why? Why hadn't he done it? It would have been a blessing to her in many ways. Did he not see that?

Without warning, he turned around, razor in hand, a dark glare in his eyes. He stared Mrs. Lovett down and she got up, slowly, but he grabbed her and pinned her against the wall, holding the razor to her throat. She gasped but not at the coldness of the metal or of the fear she was supposed to feel but rather of how close she was to the man she loved. If only it had been under different circumstances… Silly little nit 'ad to ruin everything! As always… she laughed to herself.

Why is she looking at me like that?! Mrs. Lovett looked away from his eyes and saw that Mr. T's hands were shaking. He had always been so steady with his 'friends' and she wondered why this time was so different. Once again, his eyes got moist, but he held back the tears and was determined to kill her. She lied to you about Lucy! It's your last chance for revenge! But no matter how many evil things he thought about Mrs. Lovett, there were two things he couldn't bring himself to ignore.

She was the only one who had been there for him. She gave him a home. She took care of him, even though he was cold to her. She housed a murderer in her own home. No one, not even his Lucy, would have done that. That was the first reason. The second… was that he needed her. Not just to do his bidding and get rid of the bodies. But he needed her: the person. He actually enjoyed her company, though he never showed it. Damn it all to meat pies, he loved the woman! And one betrayal (if it was even a betrayal…) was not enough to make that go away.

She looked at him expectantly, waiting to die. But he never slashed her throat. Instead, his arm dropped to his side and he let go of the razor, it landing on the floor with a metallic clank. Mrs. Lovett didn't dare move. She kept still, meeting his unidentifiable gaze. What was he thinking? What she would give to know.

"I… can't." he said to her, furrowing his brows in confusion.

"Can't what?"

He didn't answer. He simply walked over to Lucy, got down on his knees, and stroked her hair. Then, he turned his eyes to Mrs. Lovett but they weren't filled with hate only rather with… regret? Could the Demon Barber of Fleet Street really experience such a feeling?

"You were right… It was better I thought she was dead."

"H-How so, Love?"

"She changed too much. She's not my Lucy. When I thought her dead, at least I had something to hold on to."

Slowly, she walked towards him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"I tried, Mr. T. Lucy an' I never were friends… but I tried to make 'er remember… for the girl's sake. An' then she was gone. Nothin' I could've done. Nothin' I didn't try, at least."

"Did you mean it?"

"Mean what, Dearie?"

"What you said… before…"

"I said a lot before, Mr. T."

"When you said you loved me!" he yelled, tiredly.

"Oh… Mr. T… Of course I did. Everythin' I did was for you. An' lyin' to you was one of the hardest things I've ever done. It 'urt me, too, Mr. T. I jus' wanted us to be a family. You… me… and even Toby. 'E's a good boy, 'e is."

"Say it."

"What?"

He had enough of her feigned ignorance and grabbed her wrist, gently, bringing her down to his level so he could look into her eyes.

"Tell me you love me, Mrs. Lovett."

"I love ye, Mr. T. Always 'ave. Even when…. Even when you were Benjamin Barker. I loved 'im and I love you."

"I… I… can't…"

"Mr. T! Lucy was Benjamin's wife. You said Benjamin was dead. Doesn't Mr. Todd deserve a chance?"

"That's not what I'm talking about."

"Well, then… what is it?"

"I want to be able to kill you. I want to strangle you with me bare hands and watch you take your last breath. I want to see the color of life drain from your pretty little face. I want you to pay for what you did. But I can't. I can't do any of it. I want to, believe me, I do. But I can't…"

Mrs. Lovett backed away, looking at him suspiciously. She knew she wasn't free yet.

"Why not, Mr. T?"

But before she could duck away, he got up and grabbed her shoulders, giving her a gentle yet passionate kiss.

"Cause I love you. You would be twice the wife she was. You're a bloody wonder, Mrs. Lovett. Nellie…"

"Do you really mean it, Mr. T?"

"Of course, my pet. I… love you." He said, reluctantly.

"I am sorry about… 'er. But in a way… it's all for the best, right, Love?"

"Right, my dear."

"We'd best clean this up before the police come…"

"Where's the boy?"

"I don't know…"

"You go find 'im. I'll clean this up."

"Alright."

Mrs. Lovett left the bake house in search of little Toby. She found him in the pie shop, huddle in a corner with her rolling pin in his hands.

"There you are, Love!"

"Mum? Is that you?"

"Come 'ere, Toby Dear."

"Where's Mr. Todd?"

"In the bake house. He's takin' care of some things for us. Come here, wont you?"

He got up from the corner and ran to Mrs. Lovett giving her a big hug.

"Now do you believe me about him?"

"No, Darling. Mr. T's been a great big help. We're goin' to be a family now…"

"An' live by the sea?" he asked, perking up.

"Yes, Love. By the beautiful sea. You, me, and Mr. Todd."

"He doesn't like me, Mum."

"Yes 'e does. He just shows it differently, s'all."

"When are we leaving?"

"Right now, Sweet 'Eart. So go and get your things and I'll get Mr. T and we'll meet outside, alright?"

"Ok, Mum!"

In the meantime, Mr. T was in the bake-house. After having disposed of the judge, he kneeled by his precious Lucy's side and tried to remember the good old days.

He and Lucy were walking in the park and they saw Mrs. Lovett. Why was she always on his bloody mind?! Anyway, as he passed her by, he could have sworn that he saw a single tear run down her beautiful face but Lucy's words shook him out of his reverie.

"What shall we name her, Benny?"

"How do you know it'll be a girl?"

"I just know it. And she'll have your eyes. And my hair. She'll be beautiful."

"Like her mother."

"You're so sweet. And I'm sure that all the boys will be flocking to her."

"I'll soon see to that, my love."

"You're going to be such a wonderful father. And besides! Should we ever need to go out, Mrs. Lovett can always watch her for us. What with her poor Albert gone, she's hardly got anything to do but run the shop."

"I think she's glad Albert's gone. Don't you remember how cruel he was to her?"

"Well, yes but… I see her cry all the time."

"I wonder why."

"Well, you're her friend… why don't you ask her?"

"I needn't worry about other people's troubles, my love. I have our little girl to worry about."

"Our little girl will need a name."

"And I will think of one… Wait. How about Johanna?" he said, recalling how Mrs. Lovett had said it was her favorite name for a girl, if she were ever to have one.

"I love it! Oh, Johanna… we love you, Dear."

Then, he recalled the first few months after Johanna was born. He remembered the cleaning, the crying, the holding. The joy of being a new parent. But then he remembered the quiet sobs that did not come from his newborn daughter. But from his beautiful (did he just say beautiful…?) landlady. This time, he decided to worry about her instead of his daughter's cries.

"Mrs. Lovett? Are you alright?"

"Benjamin! What are you doin' 'ere? Shouldn't you be with your… family?"

"I thought I'd spare a moment. You've been crying, I see."

"Oh, that. It's nothin', Love. Just…"

"Just what?"

"I'm jus' lonely, s'all."

"Don't worry, Nellie. I'm sure you'll find someone, someday."

"Yeah… 'ow 'bout that. You see, Mr. Barker, the thing is… I think I already 'ave."

"Really? That's wonderful! Who?"

She didn't say anything. All she could think to do was what she did. She got up from her chair and walked up to Benjamin, a determined look in her eyes. Without warning, she planted her lips on his in a gentle, loving kiss. At first, he returned it… until Johanna's incessant cried pierced the room. He pulled back, looking at her like she had committed a horrible crime.

"I'm sorry, Ben, I…"

"It's Mr. Barker. And I have a wife."

"'Ow could I forget?"

"Oh my, Lucy…"

"Relax, Mr. B. What Lucy doesn't know won't 'urt 'er. And I promise. It won't 'appen again."

"Is this why you've been crying?"

"I jus' miss the way things were. Before you got yourself married and with a child o' your own."

"I'm happy, Mrs. Lovett. Does that not mean anything to you?"

"O' course it does! I'd 'ate to see ye unhappy."

"I'd best be going back."

"Do forgive me, Mr. B. I didn't mean it… I mean, I did but…"

"I know…" and with that, he left. But not before muttering under his breath… "Meant a lot to me, too."

Then, Mr. T realized that all of the memories he had, somehow, Mrs. Lovett could be found in all of them. She seemed more like his reason and his life than this beggar woman in his arms did. Then, without a thought, he picked up the dead body of his once-was wife and threw her into the fire, never looking back. And he left the bake-house but not before saying goodbye to his beloved Lucy...

"Tell Benjamin I said hello."

Mr. T left and went to the washroom to clean himself up and was about to go upstairs to get some new clothes. But by the time he emerged frm the bathroom, Toby was dressed and ready to go. The boy was actually growing on him. There would be no need to introduce the lad to his 'friends'. 

No need at all. As long as he kept his mouth shut… but then again, this was Toby. And Toby was never one to keep his mouth shut. Mr. T furrowed his eyebrows, thinking hard for a plan until finally, it hit him: stock up on the gin.

Mrs. Lovett walked into the room and saw Mr. T smiling darkly and nudged him with her elbow.

"Mr. T, you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine! I've just got to go change..."

"Alright, Dear. Well, you 'urry up and we'll wait right 'ere."

Without a word, he started going upstairs and walked in until he saw him. That stopped Mr. T in his tracks. He had completely forgotten about that boy who had seen him kill the judge. And he was in... Anthony's arms?

This puzzled him greatly. Until he saw a lock of blonde hair escape from under the "lad's" hat...

A/N: Ok so I'm totally apologizing for the excruciating length of that chapter but I really want you guys to get a sense of what I'm going for here. Review! Let me know if you liked it, loved it, or hated it. :D Oh and this is NOT a one-shot. There will be more chapters, I promise!