This is my first Sweeney Todd fic. This starts right after Mrs. Lovett sees Lucy's body. What if she did manage to get Lucy's body into the furnace before Sweeney got down there to help her. Lucy's body was burn and now there was no proof that Lucy had lived. After Lucy was burned, Sweeney comes down and that's where we will start. Oh and when Mrs. Lovett gets a letter from her dear old Albert's family, what is she to do? No one knows that he died! And they might just take away Mrs. Lovett's place since no one like her in the first place. Can Sweeney Todd fix that little problem? It shouldn't be a problem since Albert's father is becoming so old he can hardly see and he's been married so many times, the woman he's with probably doesn't even know what he looks like. I do not own anything from Sweeney Todd. Nothing.

Chapter One

Mrs. Lovett wiped her forehead and slumped against the furnace's door. Even though it was hot she felt deathly cold and she couldn't help but thank the door for its heat. Footsteps could be heard from the stairs and she briefly looked up just to see a blood covered Sweeney Todd come down. "What's the matter?" He asked, a slight worry tone in his voice. Even with him covered in blood, she still felt her heart lurch for him. She loved this man, no matter how crazy or evil he may have seemed.

"Just got my dress, that's all, love." She said breathlessly. Sweeney turned his head to stare at Judge Turpin's bloodstained body. She pulled herself upright and walked to Sweeney's side. "I was just puttin' the bodies in there." She bent down slowly and grabbed Turpin's shirt. "'Elp me get him in the furnace, will ya?"

Sweeney grabbed her arm and pulled it slowly off Turpin's shirt. "Clear the meat grinder. I want his pie." He said darkly. Mrs. Lovett stared at him for a moment, wondering if he was actually serious. Slowly he turned his own head to stare at her.

"What about Tobey?" Mrs. Lovett asked softly. The poor little boy had disappeared after she had locked him in here. He was probably terrified once he figured out what was everything around him though she thought she could get Mr. Todd here before he freaked out. Although he had somewhat figured out what Mr. Todd was up to, she couldn't help but not want the little boy gone.

"What about him? The little weasel's gone." Sweeney asked, finally letting go of her arm. At times, he didn't understand Mrs. Lovett. It was probably because she was a woman and after all, they did have soft hearts as she did once mention.

Mrs. Lovett opened her mouth but stopped as her eyes drifted to the grate of the sewer. "Tobey...come out love. We're not gonna 'arm you." She said, pointing to the grate. Sweeney's gaze followed her pointing finger and the look of realization appeared on his bloodied face. He fingered his razor and walked over to the gate, snatching it up quickly and throwing his other arm down there. There was a sharp yell and Sweeney had to let go of the grate and use both hands to slowly pull the struggling boy up.

Sweeney cursed as he got the boy halfway up, struggling with the rest. He was heavier than he looked and he wasn't as strong as he use to be. He glared over in the direction of Mrs. Lovett and she hurried over there, snatching the back of Tobey's trousers and helping Sweeney drag the boy out of the sewer. Tobey looked terrified and his eyes were shiny with unshed tears. Sweeney reached for his razor and pulled it out, giving a devillish grin at Tobey.

"Mr. T!" Mrs. Lovett gasped, pulling her arms around Tobey and pulling him close to her. "He's already scared 'alf to death!"

"Then let me get to the other half, Mrs. Lovett." He said angrily, raising his razor once again.

"No!" She cried and Sweeney put his razor down and stared at her to explain herself. "Tobey, dear..." She said softly as he sobbed into her bosom. She pulled him away from her to look at him. "Now why did ya go runnin' off like that? Didn't you say that nothing's gonna harm me while you're around?" She asked him.

He sniffled and looked up at her, realizing he was being given one chance. "I promise I won't tell no body, Mum! I'll work harder than ever." He pleaded, begging for his life.

Mrs. Lovett looked up at Sweeney, who looked like he opposed the whole idea. He slowly put away his razor. "Now, Tobey, dear. All you 'ave to do is keep this lil' secret between the three of us. You, me, and Mr. Todd." She said, pulling him close again. Once again, things were back to normal, or as good as normal could get.

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"Are you sure we should be keeping him alive? One slice to the throat would be all it takes." Sweeney asked her softly as they both stared at Tobey, who had passed out after inhaling too much Gin. Sweeney had cleaned up and looked quite well for someone who had brutally murdered three people in one evening. He raised up his half-eaten pie and took a big bite out of it, chewing it slowly. "Never knew Judge could taste so good." He added.

Mrs. Lovett laughed quietly. "He's just a boy, Mr. Todd." She answered just as softly. She was slightly out of breath from just sitting this close to him. This time he wasn't looking all too depressed or rambling on about his Lucy. He still thought she was dead. If only he knew...well if he did knew, he probably would have killed her. "Who knows? He could become your apprentince perhaps?" She looked over at him.

Sweeney looked over at her. "My trade is not one to be taught. Besides, who's going to take over your pie shop, Mrs. Lovett, when your legs give out?" He asked her, raising his eyebrow slightly. She kept her mouth shut. He had a point he did. They both sat quietly for a moment as Sweeney finished his pie. The dim sunlight was beginning to show above the buildings and the sky was turning a lovely shade of gray. It was going to rain today, Mrs. Lovett could feel it in her bones.

Sweeney slowly slipped out of the seat and walked towards the window, crossing his arms and staring out at all the early risers. "So, Judge Turpin is dead. The Beadle is dead. What's left now?" He asked, his voice now a mere whisper.

Mrs. Lovett smiled and rose up out of her chair as well, standing beside him and folding her hands behind her back. "Customers. Pies. And shaving." She told him, leaning towards him. "We continue our lives as if this never 'appened. We start anew." She looked over hopefully at Sweeney before turning back to the sleeping Tobey with a sigh. Suddenly, she was turned around and found herself staring right into Sweeney's dark eyes. For a minute, she was frightened.

"Mrs. Lovett, have I ever told you that you're a bloody wonder?" He asked her, a hint of a smile on his lips.

Mrs. Lovett smiled. "I believe you 'ave, Mr. T. Now, we have respectable jobs to get going too. Chop, chop, Mr. T! These pies don't make themselves!" She said, grinning from ear to ear. Sweeney smiled and Mrs. Lovett almost swooned.

"Yes, Mrs. Lovett, we do." He said, removing his hands from Mrs. Lovett and brushed past her, but not harshly. So far, things were coming out good.

All right, the letter will come in shortly. Should I continue? Is it good? What's Mrs. Lovett's first name, does anybody know? And I guess Albert's last name was Lovett? Please review!