Author's Note: Lucy is really DEAD! HA! Oh, and I do not own Sweeney Todd. Sniffle AND TO THOSE WHO DO NOT KNOW: I, Todd666, am a GIRL.(OMG) I've had some people who have reviewed my stories reference me as a "sir" or "senior". Well, folks, I'm a spunky FEMALE who LOVES Sweeney Todd! That's all I have to say!

R+R please! :)

Sweeney Todd dropped his glass of Gin when the dreadful words came from Mrs. Lovett's mouth. He did not flinch when the glass broke and the contents spilled on the parlor floor. Mrs. Lovett looked at Sweeney sadly, feeling deeply sorry for the broken man.

"…she can't be…she can't…be dead," He whispered softly. Mrs. Lovett took a step closer, offering her hand to him.

"Come along, I'll bring ya to th' grave yard." Sweeney reluctantly followed Mrs. Lovett out of her shop and out into the streets of London. Dead silence followed them as they headed to the grave yard. When they got there, Mrs. Lovett pointed to Lucy Barker's grave. Sweeney walked over to the grave on shaky legs, at a loss of words. Mrs. Lovett kept her distance, respecting the man's need for privacy. After for what felt like hours, Sweeney Todd got up and walked back over to Mrs. Lovett.

"You alright, love?" She asked him softly. He looked at her painfully, breaking Mrs. Lovett's heart.

"What about me daughter, Johanna…?" Sweeney asked his voice barely audible.

"…'e has 'er…" Mrs. Lovett responded. Sweeney's eyes widened in fury.

"How?"

"A couple of days after Lucy's passing, the Beadle came an' took lil' Johanna from me and Albert by force," She said quietly. Sweeney narrowed his eyes.

"That pig…they're both filthy pigs!" He snarled, slamming his fist into a headstone. Mrs. Lovett gasped at the sight of how bloody his knuckles were.

"Mr. Barker, wot are ye doin'?!" She screeched, taking his hand firmly but gently. He stared off into space.

"Not Barker," He whispered. Mrs. Lovett ignored him and ripped a piece of her scarf off. She then generously wrapped it around his wounded hand.

"There. It's not much, but it'll do till we get back to th' shop," Mrs. Lovett said with a satisfied nod. She then took Sweeney by the arm, "Come along, Mr. Barker." Sweeney pulled his arm away in rage.

"No," He snapped, "Benjamin Barker is dead. The name's Sweeney Todd, now." Mrs. Lovett stared at him for a minute.

"Right, let's go back to me shop an' get ye properly cleaned." Sweeney nodded weakly and let himself be led back to Fleet Street.

Sweeney showed no emotion or sign of pain as Mrs. Lovett vigorously cleaned his wound. She muttered to herself as she wrapped him up with more proper dressing that the scarf she had used prior. When finished, Mrs. Lovett looked Sweeney over.

"Oh, dear, ye look dead!" She exclaimed sadly. He looked at her blankly, feeling dead inside.

"Worry not, love. You can stay 'ere with me. In fact, after I clean up th' apartment upstairs, you can live up there and run your old business again!"

"I can't …not without me old razors," Sweeney said plainly. Mrs. Lovett smiled knowingly at him as she helped him up and led her to her bedroom.

"Wait there, dearie," She said to him before going to her desk and opening up a secret compartment. After blowing the dust off, Mrs. Lovett went back over to Sweeney Todd and handed him a fancy box. Sweeney's eyes widened slightly, knowing what was inside. He looked at Mrs. Lovett.

"I hid em, figured tha' ye may come back someday," She said softly, happy to see some happiness emerging from the dead man. Sweeney allowed himself to smile at the baker before he opened the box to reveal a set of silver razors.

"I'll get him now," Sweeney whispered. Mrs. Lovett took notice to the look of death in his eyes as he examined his razors. It made her uneasy, but she supposed the 'great' Judge Turpin would deserve anything Sweeney Todd would do to him.

"Alright, dear. I'll make us some dinner, we both need it," Mrs. Lovett said as she turned to head down to the kitchen. Sweeney grabbed her arm to stop her. Mrs. Lovett turned to see Sweeney staring intently at her.

"Thank you," He said quietly. Mrs. Lovett smiled shyly at him and headed down stairs. Sweeney watched her go, holding on to his razor tightly.

Mrs. Lovett set up the couch for Sweeney Todd, placing her most comfortable pillows and her warmest blanket for him. Sweeney sat on the arm chair, watching her intently as she got to work. He never really remembered Mrs. Lovett looking so pale in the past, but he supposed the years had been hard on her, too. He didn't have to ask to know that her dear Albert died. He could tell not only by the emptiness and poorness of the Pie Shop, but also by how depressed and lonely Mrs. Lovett looked.

Mrs. Lovett and I have a lot in common. He thought to himself as he watched Mrs. Lovett pour them both a pint of Gin. She handed him his glass and then sat in the other arm chair across the room. They sat in silence for a while as they drank their Gin, both eyeing each other time to time. It was Mrs. Lovett who spoke first.

"How'd ya get back t' London, dear?" Sweeney took a long sip of Gin.

"I escaped the Australia prison and made a makeshift raft. Weeks later, a ship passed by and spotted me. A sailor by the name of Anthony Hope brought me back here," He said softly, staring at the contents in his glass.

"Ah, sounds like a nice lad, this Anthony fellow," She stated before taking her last sip of Gin. She got up and headed into the shop to put the glass in the sink. After a minute, she popped back into the parlor.

"Well, I'm off t' bed, Mr. Todd. If ye need anythin', don't hesitate to wake me, alright?" Sweeney nodded, taking his final sip of Gin. Mrs. Lovett smiled and headed up to the second floor of her apartment. Sweeney got up and discarded the glass in the sink of the Pie Shop. He then went back into the parlor and got comfortable of Mrs. Lovett's couch. Dark thoughts entered his mind as he tried to fall asleep, mainly thoughts about killing the man who ruined his family. Sweeney sighed angrily and closed his eyes, finally falling into a dreamless slumber.

It took some thinkig to get this chapter done. I'm hoping that this story will be longer than my previous stories. I hoped you all liked it! It'll get better as it goes along. Please review!