A/N: My first Sweeney Todd story! The romantic in me really wished the story had ended better, so here's my take, hopefully it's not entirely terrible. None of the characters will speak with the English accent; I couldn't do the accent justice.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sweeney Todd or anything related to the movie or play.
They waltzed; Sweeney Todd watched their dance come closer and closer to the bake house oven. He tried to hold back a grin, the lying filth in front of him had no idea this would be her last dance.
"REALLY LIVING IT!" He yelled, tossing Mrs. Lovett into the flames of the oven. She screamed in pain and betrayal as her back collided with the rack covered with hellish flames. Time had stopped for Mr. Todd as she screamed, the smell of burning flesh and the crackle of the flames still assaulted his senses but nothing moved, the scream had cut off with a strange selective silence. A feeling coursed through his body, strange and yet all too familiar. He listened to it, reaching through the flames to grab the arm of the flailing woman when time suddenly returned to normal. He patted franticly at the fire that had remained on her body, without warning a wave of water splashed over the two of them. Mr. Todd glanced up to see Toby standing behind him holding a bucket used for gathering meat. Toby threw a second bucket of water on Mrs. Lovett, extinguishing the last of the flames.
"Mrs. Lovett…" Was she still alive? He thought. He checked her pulse quickly; it was a bit quick but there. She shed away from his touch, curling into a ball. She hissed in pain and then rolled lightly to her side, the light of the fire highlighting a large burn in the shape of the oven rack. Mr. Todd gently grabbed her wrists, pulling her to her feet.
"I'm sorry…I'm sorry, I did it because I love you… I should have told you…I'm so sorry." She muttered in a pleading tone, the sobs she was trying to hold back leaking through every so often. Mr. Todd was at a loss, he needed her to move, get her to the pie shop before calling for the doctor, he couldn't let the doctor see the bodies…yes that's this urge, hide his crimes. He needed to make her trust him, maybe call her Eleanor? No, didn't she go by a nickname? Something Benjamin Barker called her…Nellie that was it.
"Nellie, I'm not going to hurt you, your burns need medical attention." He turned slowly so that his back was facing the oven, "see, I'm not going to throw you back in." He steered her towards the staircase, walking up the stairs slowly until they made it to the door of the pie shop. "Get the door, boy" He said to Toby. Toby hurried to the entrance holding the door open as Mr. Todd walked Mrs. Lovett over to the couch, forcing her back as lightly as he could until she was laying on her side on the sofa. "Keep an eye on her Toby, I'm going to go get a doctor." As he moved towards the door he was stopped by Mrs. Lovett's hand gripping his wrist. He glanced back at her, catching the plea in her eyes. "on second thought, you go Toby, tell him to hurry." Toby hesitated for a moment before turning to leave.
"Toby" he turned at his name.
"Yes Mum?" He asked Mrs. Lovett.
"It was an accident." She told him in a matter of fact tone. "But Mum—" She cut him off "An accident, Toby, an unfortunate accident" She stressed to him. Toby sighed before hurrying out into the cold London night.