Guys I'm so sorry that it took me almost a year to get this up, I've just had so much going on right now, I know, it's no excuse. Thanks again to all my revierws who have been so supportive and sticking with this fic. I tried to hard on this chapter to make it right, so I do hope you enjoy it. If not, constructive critisim would be loved :) I also have grammar problems, so I would love a Beta. Thanks guys!

Disclaimer: I do not own Sweeney Todd nor an I affiliated with anyone in this fic. Again, this is simply made for entrainment purposes :)

II: An English Rose's Dilema

He came down for breakfast today for the second time this week. He didn't say much, but I knew he meant well. Why does my heart flutter when I see him? Why do I love him? I see such sadness in his eyes when he mentions Lucy…poor thing. I love him, and I know he could be happy with me. If he would only let her go...

Sweeney closed the book, he couldn't read any more, yet he still stared at the book in disbelief. His mouth dried as if he had dried swallowed saw dust and he felt the guilt slowly consume his insides. It had been a day since he had last seen Mrs. Lovett, not that he missed her…but he had to admit it was odd. Toby kept on pleading to go for help, but Sweeney refused: after all he didn't need the Beadle to come poking around. Sweeney sighed as his stomach grumbled again, he had been living on the lumpy porridge that Toby was cooking, and he had to admit that he did miss the Baker's cooking. He even missed her bright, chirpy nature that he had grown to loath. It was ridiculous: she loved him, and he was missing her presence. What was wrong with him?

Sweeney stood up and placed her diary back onto her desk before he retired to the window, staring out into the streets of London. He knew he shouldn't have read her stupid diary, but it was sitting on the desk, and his curiosity had got the better of him. Sweeney sighed, when the realisation slowly dawned. She loved him? No she couldn't...it was ludicrous, the mere thought of it made no sense. How could she? Then again, who knew what went on in that ridiculous mind of hers? She had been acting rather odd these past few days. The way her hand would rest suggestively on his shoulder, or how her lips would linger near his jaw for a moment or two, or how her eyes would light up when he entered the room...Sweeney shook his head, maybe the Baker was fond of him. It was completely absurd, but the Barber knew better than to question it, knowing that Mrs. Lovett always thinks of foolish things. It didn't matter now anyway, because she was still missing.

Sweeney's eyes scanned the filthy streets, in hopes of finding Mrs. Lovett within the crowds of people. Deep down inside he knew he should have listened to Toby, and at least go out looking for her. He should have listened to his gut instinct and go and find her: so why didn't he? Sweeney sighed again, it didn't matter, he had to find her now.

The world was spinning around and the rainbow of blotches soon formed together, scattering around the atmosphere like colorful stars. Helena was spinning to in the darkness before a thud split through her head, hammering away in her ears..or maybe that was her heart beat? Helena let out an aching groan as she blinked rapidly, awakening from consciousness. She felt as if she had been in a washing machine then regurgitated out. Slowly she sat up, feeling the carpet of rocks she was lying on crack underneath her. Blinking again she opened her eyes and gasped. Stony, baroque buildings, the clattering chariots and the misty whether greeted her. She stood up, wobbling slightly she noticed that she was in an abandoned alleyway. She frowned, somehow this seemed all to familiar.

Helena tried to retrace her steps. Where the fuck was she? Yes, she was at the Harry Potter premier, in the bathroom and then suddenly...she was here. Helena's frowned deepened, it was like deja vu . Suddenly she felt a shadow loom over her, causing her to drop her handbag. In a flash Helena turned around to see a tall, robust man, towering above her. She swallowed, feeling as if she had swallowed sawdust. His mustache twitch in a smirk as he narrowed his coal, black eyes at her.

" Hello sweetheart, now, you're going to cooperate now."

Helena's heart stopped a beat as he took out a gun and pointed it at her: her mind raced as she tried to think of a solution, and as if by instinct the heel of her shoe stabbed his foot before punched him, his head colliding against the brick wall. She gasped, grabbing her hand bag she quickly ran away before he got a chance to blink.

Okay, she thought to herself, panting as she slowed down. She must be dreaming, what other answer could there be? She frowned, seeing a baroque, slanted roof building. Then it struck her like ˇTimothy Spall's vomit: she was on the set of Sweeney Todd. She let out a small laugh.

" Okay Tim this is very funny, I don't know what happened, but you brought me back to the set of Sweeney Todd, didn't you?"

And that guy must've been in on the joke: Helena bit her lip, she had to remember to apologise to him. She took a few steps forward and leaned down, her hand running across the cobblestone pavement, she frowned, it felt so real. But the sign was up there: Mrs. Lovett's Pie Shop. She was touched that he had gone to this much effort, but she might as well explore.

" God Tim," she muttered as she approached the store. " This is revenge for telling everyone that you snore in your sleep, isn't it? I know there's some secret camera here where you and Johnny are most likely watching me, ha ha. Hilarious."

She scanned the desolate, dreary room, amazed at the authenticity of the set. It was like she was walking in the movie.

" Mrs. Lovett!"

Helena couldn't help but laugh when she saw her friend running down the stairs, as the Demon Barber himself. He raced down stairs, his eyes wide with disbelief.

" Where have you been? The shop's been closed all bloody morning because of your absence, and it wasn't good for my trade upstairs either."

Helena let out an amused chuckle. "Johnny, you're in on this as well? Well you can drop the act, okay? I know this is all a hoax, and right now I'm exhausted and just want to go home. So can we leave?"

Sweeney frowned. What the hell was this woman babbling on about? Something wasn't right: first Mrs. Lovett leaves for a day and then she returns as a completely different.

" Mrs. Lovett," Sweeney said slowly. " What are you talking about?"

Helena took a step back, now frowning. Then it hit her: Johnny and Tim were supposed to be filming Dark Shadows. It was essential that they were on set, and no childish practical joke would stop them from filming. She couldn't possibly...NO.

Sweeney frowned as he watched 'Mrs. Lovett' stare off into the space. There was no denying her odd behaviour, but what could be causing it? She was out of her mind, and one thing was for sure: this was not good for her business. He needed her to bake those pies. Then it hit him like a crashing wave: she must have lost her memory. Most likely she had hit her head on something when she went out to the markets.

Sweeney had to get her memory back, and quick. An idea slowly formed in his head, it was stupid, it was absurd, but he had often heard that this was a quick way to cure amnesia. He just prayed that it worked. Lucy, forgive me

Hesitantly, he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers, but he had barely kissed her before she violent pushed him away, dumbfounded. Sweeney stumbled back. Helena took a few steps back, her eyes wide with horror.

" What the fuck! What's going on-"

Helena stopped, not being able to finish her sentence. She must be dreaming, she must be. What the fuck did she drink last night? Helena pinched herself before letting out a yelp. No, but maybe...she bit hard onto her tongue before she jumped, letting out another high pitched yelp. Shit: this was not a dream.

" Mrs. Lovett...?" Sweeney asked uncertainly, now realising that whatever memory disfunction she was suffering from was not going to be cured by a simple kiss.

He also realised that whatever the hell she was suffering from was giving her...odd symptoms. What was wrong with the woman, Sweeney thought as he watched Helena rub her sore arm.

Turning back to Sweeney Helena took a deep breath before exhaling. " Okay, Sweeney...erm Todd. I have to tell you something: I am not Mrs. Lovett. My name is Helena Bonham Carter, and I'm from the twenty-first century. I was there, in London, in my time. And something bizarre happened and I-I still can't believe that this is real. But I'm clearly not dreaming."

She paused, letting the information sink in. Sweeney continued to frown. " No, this can't be it. You must be her, you look alike-"

" That's just it. I'm an actress, I played Mrs. Lovett. Sweeney Todd was a movie back home."

"I was in a movie?" He asked suddenly, mildly surprised.

Helena blinked. " Yes, and Johnny Depp played you. But right now-"

Helena was cut off when Toby burst in, his face flushed from the cold and his eyes wide.

" Sir, I searched all over Flee Streets and-"

He stopped, noticing Helena. " Mam, you came back! Where on earth were you?"

Helena opened her mouth to explain when Sweeney cut her off. " Mrs. Lovett is fine, aren't you, Mrs. Lovett?" Sweeney's eyes glared at her, as if to say " Play along or else".

Helena found herself glaring at him, he seriously wanted her to pretend to be Mrs. Lovett? But if she knew Sweeney Todd, (and she did, she had adored the play, and had gone to see it three nights in a row, she had even bought the record), she knew that it wasn't good to argue with him. Taking a deep breath she tried to get into character.

" Yes, Toby love. I'm fine."

She smiled at him and walked over to ruffle his hair. " Now why don't you leave me and Mr. T alone for a few minutes?"

Toby nodded, his eyes glancing between the two suspiciously before he left. Sighing, Helena turned back to Sweeney.

" Follow me," he said gruffly before stalking off to Mrs. Lovett's room.

Helena shot him a glare, silently mimicking him as she followed him. It really was too bizarre. She watched as Sweeney opened up Mrs. Lovett's closet and threw out Mrs. Lovett's black corset, her signature dress with the dark sequins and crimson ruffles, and the laced boots onto the bed.

" What's all this?"

Sweeney turned to her, gesturing to the clothing. " This is your new attire. You need to get changed."

Helena's eyes widened. " Excuse me, I need to what?"

" Toby's been waking up half the neighbors in his search to find Mrs. Lovett, and he won't stop panicking. And I am not going through that. Until we can find out how we're going to get you back, you are to assume her role. I've reached this far to get the judge, and I'm not going to let her disappearance ruin it. Half of London will be suspicious if they find out their renown Pie Baker is missing."

Helena glanced at the clothing. " Still doesn't explain why I have to wear this," she saw his expression before she quickly continued. " People are always telling me what to wear and I'm constantly being told that I can't wear this or that. At least let me...add a bit of something to it?"

Sweeney stared at her in disbelief before waving his hand in the air. " Find, but just don't spark any suspicions. Now I better check on the boy."

She watched him stomp out before she stuck her tongue out at him, grumbling to herself. She swore Johnny was never this grumpy as Sweeney Todd. She let out a sigh as she picked up the corset.

" I really am never going to ditch this thing."

She threw it aside, she really couldn't be bothered with corsets right now. Helena changed into the dress, wincing at the scratchy material. She put on the shoes and glanced at the mirror, it really did look bland. Opening Mrs. Lovett's draws she found a few needles, threads and a pair of scissors. Ever since she had began her own fashion line, ( Pantaloonies), her sowing skills had improved. Helena smiled as the ideas formed in her head: she began to work.

Helena stood in front of the mirror, admiring her work. She had detached the skirt of her original dress and sowed it onto the front of Mrs. Lovett's skirts, adding an outer layer to the dress. It was like the outfit she wore to the Harry Potter Premier. She had cut the bottom ends of her dress out (she didn't fancy the heavy material around her ankles), and she had attached her ribbons to the dress to brighten it up a bit. These were only small changes-really Helena loved Mrs. Lovett's dress-but the atmosphere needed some more colour. A small smile graced her lips before she sat down at the edge of the bed, sighing.

The English Rose has left the building, she thought, stifling a laugh at her own little joke. She was really gone. Her thoughts drifted back to her family: Tim, Nell, Billy...What were they doing right now? She had barely been in this world for an hour and she already missed home. She'd find her way home though, she had too. Hopefully it would be soon. The door swung open and Sweeney walked in.

" I talked to the boy and said that you went to the markets and clumsily collided into a brick wall , knocking yourself out for a day. I told him that you needed to rest so he should be leaving you alone for now."

Helena numbly nodded. Sweeney stared at her before he caught sight of her outfit.

" What is that?" he asked.

Helena looked down, pursing her lips. " What? Do you think it was too much? People often say that."

" It's ridiculous," Sweeney stated. " And where's your corset? Do you want half of London to believe you're pregnant?" He peered down, noticing that her dress now sat just below her knees. " Do you want people to think of you as some common whore?"

This had done it. Helena snapped, her blazing eyes glaring at Sweeney's. " I'm sorry! But at least I'm agreeing to this ridiculous plan of yours. And a common whore? If you had seen the celebrities in my time. Paris Hilton., Jessica Simpson-"

Sweeney groaned, cutting her off. " You talk just as much as she does."

Helena stopped, still breathing heavily she sat down again. " Well it's true," She said flatly.

She honestly didn't know how Mrs. Lovett could put up with him. Oh that's right, she loved him. Then a sudden thought struck Helena; she jumped up. " Shit! If Mrs. Lovett is there then.."

She had a photo shoot for vogue, the filming of Rufus's 'Out of the Game' music clip- Helena's heart stopped a beat. She had to meet the Queen in honour for her portrayal of Elizabeth in 'The King's Speech'. She swallowed. And Sweeney knew by the fear in her eyes that this had to do with Mrs. Lovett taking her place. Helena could only hope that things would go well. She could only hope.

Thanks for reading guys! Also did anyone pick up on craig Ferguson reference? I never understood what she meant when Hel said " Tim Spall's vomit". Anyway, reviews would be so appreciated, as would a Beta, if their are any grammar Nazi's out there!

Lydia :)