A/N: I was just thinking that even though Mrs. Lovett seems to be happy all of the time. She must be a pretty angsty person with everything she has to put up with. So this is my take on what would happen if she asked Mr. Todd that certain question that would push her over the edge.

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Warning: Second attempt at a British accent; First attempt at a British accent through a multi-chaptered story (possibly)

Mr. Todd was standing in his barbershop looking out the window staring into oblivion. He had just woken from a short nap; and though it was pleasant while it lasted, every moment he slept was a moment he could be planning his revenge, and each second of sleep was just one second more from the Judge. He had waited fifteen years for him, and counting; he would do whatever it took to get the Judge into this shop even if he had to drag him himself. But of course if he were to ever get his hands on him he would kill him then and there.

Thoughts of his revenge swirled through his mind; blood, it was his salvation; when he saw the blood flow from his victim's necks it gave him a sense of relief and each throat slit was another throat closer to the Judge's. He smiled grimly at the thought of the Judge's face when he revealed to him that it was he, Benjamin Barker, and those would be the last words he uttered as he took his terminal breath as he stared into the dark holes that were called eyes on Mr. Todd's pale white face.

He continued to look out the window contemplating the Judge's death until a small cling was heard from behind when Mrs. Lovett entered the shop. "'Ello Mr. T, 'ow are ya doin', brought ya up some lunch, just in case you's were hungry." She said setting the tray of food on the dresser as she walked up to Mr. Todd.

"Wot you's thinkin' 'bout Mr. T?"

"The Judge; why doesn't he come?" he said almost more to himself than to anyone else

"Well when Antony burst in talkin' 'bout elopin' with 'is ward; I don't think it was the best way to gain the man's trust."

A snarl crawled onto the man's face. "It was a rhetorical question Mrs. Lovett." He said not turning away from the window

"One way or another it was a question and I see fit to answer it." She said hands on her hips "Mr. T can I ask ya somthin'?"

"What?"

"Do ya- do ya care 'bout me?" she asked stuttering a bit anticipating the worse; yelling, shouting, lashing out, but nothing could prepare her for what was to come her way.

"No Mrs. Lovett I do not care for you, and no matter how hard you try I never will." He stated a matter-of-factly

"But wot 'bout all those nights, we spent as kids, by the river and-" she began to ramble

"Those days are gone Mrs. Lovett." He said cutting her off mid-sentence in a tone colder than death itself "its best if you forget them, because the person from those memories is no more and no matter how hard you try he is dead and gone." He said almost yelling

"As you say then." She stated eyes full of tears, and she briskly walked out of the room slamming the door as loud and hard as she could.

Mr. Todd looked behind him for the first time to see if she had indeed left only to discover that not only did she leave but she had taken one of his razors. "Damn woman." He muttered to himself as he strode out of the room to take back what was rightfully his.

Walking down the stairs in tears, Mrs. Lovett head toward the kitchen razor in hand. She pulled down a shot glass from the cupboard and from the back of the cupboard where no one else could reach she pulled out a bottle with faded lettering on it; but if you looked close enough you could read the letters: A S N and C.

She took the bottle and poured as much as she could into the glass and headed into the parlor. Sitting down in her rocking chair, glass on the table beside her, she pulled out the razor and gently began to trace lines on the bare flesh of her arm. She winced at first, but as soon as the pain faded away it was replaced with a sickening pleasure and relief; so she continued.

Mr. Todd walked into the parlor to see Mrs. Lovett sitting in her rocking chair tracing lines of rubies on her forearms. He quickly walked up to her and snatched the razor from her. "Mrs. Lovett what are you doing?" he asked threateningly

"Forgettin'." She stated looking towards the glass on the table.

"Are you mad?" he asked

"Not yet." She said grabbing the glass. "Mr. T, just one thing before I leave; I love you, I always 'ave, and always will."

"Mrs. Lovett please put it down." He said more annoyed than anything

"See you in 'ell Mr. T." she said as she downed the whole glass in one long sip. As soon as the liquid had touched her lips she dropped the glass to the ground where it shattered into a million different pieces. She fell to the ground vomiting uncontrollably; and the last thing she saw before she blacked out was the look of udder shock on Mr. Todd's face.

A/N:

Okay so that was a sucky accent but I like where it's going. I'm only giving Mrs. Lovett and a few other people accents though because hers is the strongest and Sweeney doesn't really seem to have one.

Anyways, please review.

Did I suck?

Should I continue this?

Sorta have to I guess.

AA/N: This is a side project so I may not update this one very often. I have alot going on with school and two other stories.