Who?

Disclaimer: I do not own Sweeney Todd or any of the associated characters. But alas, I do own my dear Jackson.

"Mr. Todd?" Mrs. Lovett called, opening the door to his shop, where it was dark, the only source of light from the large window. She cautiously stepped in. As soon as she did, there was a hand on her shoulder. She jumped.

"Need something, Mrs. Lovett?" Mr. Todd asked.

"Just brought your dinner..." She set the plate down. He went into the shop and sat in front of the window, as always. She lingered.

"Need something more, or will you leave me now?"

"Alright then. I must be going... Quite busy this evening."

Nellie quickly left. She couldn't just stand and look at him, not after she knew what would happen tonight. She had a date with a man, Jackson, his name was. As her aunt had said, he was nice and had a charming pocket. Although she had only met him once, she always thought he was a little off. He clearly did not respect her boundaries.

Sweeney watched as the sky turned ash. He watched the helpless people walk. But he noticed one strange thing- his landlady was among them. And she was traveling with a man! It should not matter to him, but he felt a strange feeling... Possessiveness. She was his. True, he could never be hers, but she belonged to him.

Sweeney stayed by the window until she came back. The two people appeared to be very drunk. Not that it mattered, he reminded himself.

Inside, an intoxicated Mrs. Lovett and Jackson made their way to the bedroom. They were too out of it. Nellie was, at least, too far away that she had no time to think about her dear Sweeney or even the fact that she was currently not wed to either of the men.

Sweeney walked casually down the stairs. He strolled straight into the pie shop, no hesitation, trusty razor on hand. There was a light thumping, to which he grimaced. She always continued to amaze him.

He seemed to have caught the tail end of the act- because only seconds after, Mrs. Lovett was screaming out a name... Which he soon realized to be his own.

"Oh, SWEENEY!" She had said.

It was enough to sober them up, he guessed, because only a second later, there was a sudden quiet. Interrupted only by a "Who?!" From the man as shuffling happened throughout the room. Rushed. Then the man was out the door, poor Nellie clutching the sheet and running out of the bedroom.

"Wait! I meant Jackson..."

She turned to see the barber, and blushed heavily, wondering if he had actually heard her.

Author's Note: Sorry this is so short! Thanks so much for reading!