A/N: I do not own any of the characters they all belong to warner bros and stephen sonheim sp? tell me if I should continue this and make it a series

Just something that popped into my head. plz review

Summary: Mr. Todd can't fall asleep so Mrs. Lovett tries to help him. They then are found by Toby in an 'odd' situation. Toby then starts to question on wether or not they are a family and nightmares begin to plaque everyone's dreams.

All was quiet on Fleet Street; everyone was in bed sound asleep, except for a certain barber and baker. Mr. Todd was, as usual, pacing around his barbershop, contemplating his revenge. Mrs. Lovett was still awake, sitting in her armchair waiting for the barber to fall asleep. She looked around the room, the fire giving off a faint light. Toby was fast asleep on the couch, a bottle of gin on the table next to him.

Looking at her "son" a smile crept its way upon Mrs. Lovett's face. She placed the blanket from the chair on Toby, and took the bottle of gin to finish it off herself. When the pacing didn't stop Mrs. Lovett decided to see what time it was. She looked at the clock to discover that it was quarter after one.

"Dear lord doesn't that man ever sleep?" she asked herself as she made her way up the stairs. She took a swig of gin before attempting to approach the barber. She walked up the stairs as quietly as she could trying not to wake little Toby. When she arrived at the barber shop she gently opened the door, trying to open it just enough to peek inside unnoticed, but the little cling of the bell gave her away.

Mr. Todd's eyes immediately snapped away from the window, and looked right at Mrs. Lovett who was still halfway hidden behind the door.

"What do you want Mrs. Lovett?" he voice was as sharp as the blade he clutched in his hand.

"I was just seeing if you was asleep yet love." Her voice was quiet and gentle. When he didn't respond she took this as an opportunity to walk over to him. She reached out to touch his arm, but was stopped when Mr. Todd grabbed her wrist and put the razor up to her neck.

"Don't. Touch. Me." His voice was deep and menacing. He kept the razor at her neck, making sure it was close, but not too close to kill her. He pushed the blade a little closer and watched a few drops of blood trickle down her neck.

"I'm s-sorry Mr. Todd. I just wanted to help you get some sleep tonight, god know you need some."

"I don't sleep Mrs. Lovett." He said releasing her from his grip and the razor's blade. "I don't need it." He turned to face out the window

"Everyone needs sleep Mr. T." she walked up beside him and faced him "even you." He said nothing; all he did was stare out the window watching the smoke from all the chimneys turn the sky from grey to black.

"Come with me Mr. Todd." She said gently placing her hand on his shoulder. He didn't move for a while, then he turned and begun to follow Mrs. Lovett out of the barbershop.

They made their way down the stairs and into Mrs. Lovett's bedroom.

"Here we go love. Tonight you will sleep here in my bed." She could see the question in Mr. Todd's face before he even asked it "I'll sleep in the chair or somethin'." She smiled to herself "Don't worry; I'm not trying to get you to sleep with me Mr. T." She said walking around getting clean sheets and blankets for her small bed. "Just make yourself comfortable and the bed will be ready in a second or two."

Mr. Todd began to take off his shirt until he saw Mrs. Lovett staring at him, red in the face. "What? This is how I used to sleep" his voice was cold.

"Oh sorry Mr. Todd." She said "there we go. Now you can have some clean sheets to sleep on." She said straightening out the sheets. Mr. Todd made his way over to the bed and sat on the edge staring at the floor. He noticed a book and picked it up. It was a book filled with poetry. He set it down when he felt Mrs. Lovett's breath from behind him. His head snapped to see her looking over his shoulder. Does this woman have no sense of personal space?

"It's okay Mr. Todd I won't yell at you for reading my books." She said a small smile on her face standing up and picking up the piles of stuff she had left on the floor. Mr. Todd just sat there, shirtless on her bed looking at the book filled with poetry. It didn't surprise him much that Mrs. Lovett read poetry. He didn't remember much from before being imprisoned, but he did remember how fond of poetry she was. Whenever she fell asleep she would usually have a book laid across her stomach, and now Toby would be asleep on the couch beside her with a bottle of gin in his hand.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard Mrs. Lovett gasp. He turned around to see Mrs. Lovett trip over a book she didn't see, and land on him. So here they were Mrs. Lovett, in a not too conservative dress, on top of a shirtless Mr. Todd. Even in the darkness Mr. Todd could see the Mrs. Lovett blushing on top of him.

Neither one of them moved.

Meanwhile Downstairs.

"Mum?" Toby had woken up from a very convincing nightmare, that everyone had died, and it was his entire fault. "Mum?" He reached for the gin but it was gone. Probably a good thing or I might drink me self dead. Toby sat up, and stayed there for a while, until the room stopped spinning. He got off the couch and slowly made his way onto the kitchen. "Mum?" Still no answer, Toby was getting worried. What if Mr. Todd did something to her? Fear took over his body as he made his way up the stair case to the barbershop. He swung the door open but no one was in there. He went inside to see if they had left anything, that's when he saw a razor with blood on it laying there, on the windowsill. Toby started to tremble. "No" he voice was so faint he wasn't even sure he could hear himself.

He immediately ran to Mrs. Lovett's bedroom.

Meanwhile in the bedroom.Mrs. Lovett and Mr. Todd were still in the same scenario. Mrs. Lovett took this as a chance to kiss Mr. Todd. She moved down lower only to have her face blocked by his hand.

"What are you doing Mrs. Lovett?"

"Nothing. Sorry love, just let me get my robe from the bed post." She reached over him to reach her robe, but Mr. Todd believing she was going to try to kiss him again raised his hand only for it to grab her breast.

As soon as Mr. Todd realized what he did he turned a light shade of pink.

Mrs. Lovett froze at the feel of his touch.

In this moment Toby rushed into the room. "Mum?" he stopped a moment and looked at the situation that the two were in. "uh Mum, what's going on?"

Mrs. Lovett immediately grabbed her robe, got off of Mr. Todd and the bed, and put it on.

"Nothing dearie." She tightened the belt on her robe. "Goodnight Mr. Todd." She walked out of the room briskly leaving a confused Mr. Todd, and an even more stunned and confused Toby in the room.

"Mr. Todd what were-"

"Go to bed boy" his voice was cold and flat

"Yes sir, goodnight"

Toby made a quick exit out of the room and found his mum in the armchair beside the couch downstairs.

"Mum?"

"Yes Toby?" he tiredness was emphasized in her voice she took another swig from the bottle of gin

"What were you and Mr. Todd doing up there?" Mrs. Lovett's eyes snapped open and she looked at her son.

"We were uh- I was helping Mr. Todd get some rest, god knows he needs it. He's always awake, and pacing up there, I figured I should try to help him sleep." She said looking at her "son"

"Oh okay because I thought," he looked at her sheepishly "I thought you were, um, you know" his face turned beet red.

Shock overcame Mrs. Lovett's face. She placed the bottle on the table and alked over to the 10 year old boy. "Now how would you know what that is? You're only a child." The concern in her voice was evident

"Pirelli wasn't exactly private about what he did at night, I sort of saw him doing it one night with a lady."

"Oh well don't worry. Me and Mr. Todd weren't doing that." but how she wished they would.

"Okay I just didn't want to interrupt anything."

"Don't worry love you didn't" she gave him a hug. But they both knew that he did, and neither one was too happy about it.

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