"Mrs. Lovett, you're a bloody wonder, eminently practical and yet appropriate as always." Sweeney Todd sang to Mrs. Lovett. There was nothing but desire in his eyes, though not desire of love. Just hate and anger. Though of course, Mrs. Lovett was so entranced by him that she didn't notice. "As you've said repeatedly there's little point in dwelling on the past!" he started stepping closer to her, though she stepped back, slightly frightened.

"Do you mean it?" she joined in.

"Now, come here, my love!" he bellowed, gesturing for her to come closer.

"Everything I did, I swear I thought it was only for the best!" she sang, staring up into his eyes as he was still advancing on her. She slammed into the wall behind her and so she couldn't walk back any further, he was standing right in front of her. Though this is what she wanted, wasn't it?

"Not a thing to fear, my love!" he continued.

"Believe me," she uttered.

"What's dead, is dead!"

"Can we still be married?" she chimed.

"The history of the world, my pet!" he sung, grabbing her hands with his, and they started to waltz around the boiler room, singing.

"Oh, Mr. Todd, oh, Mr. Todd, leave it to me!" she couldn't help smiling at the man she'd loved for over 15 years.

"Is learn forgiveness and try to forget!"

Mrs. Lovett's attention was entirely focused on Sweeney, oh how beautifully his voice collaborated with hers, how attractive he looked, even covered in the blood shed from his victims…

"By the sea, Mr. Todd, we'll be comfy cozy, by the sea, Mr. Todd where there's no one nosy!"

Mrs. Lovett now realized how close Sweeney was leading her to the blazing oven. Her heart pounded in her chest. She knew what was coming.

"And life is for the alive, my dear! So let's keep living it!"

"Just keep living it! Really living it!" they both sang, Sweeney's voice more of a growl, Mrs. Lovett's sweet and half-choked up because she knew in a few seconds that she would be burning, burning in that flaming oven.

But Sweeney's grip seemed to tighten on her. He paused his dancing, stopping her too. They didn't say anything, they both just stood there in front of the oven. Sweeney looked down into her pleading, teary eyes. His face softened, then he let his grip on her go, not tossing her into the oven, but leaving her standing there, as he paced the room angrily.

"Mr. Todd…" Nellie began.

"Shut up!" he yelled at her. He came at her again, pushed her aside and closed the oven door furiously. Then he did an odd thing. He sat down in the corner of the room, and he started to cry. Nellie watched in awe for a few seconds. She had never seen Sweeney cry. She hadn't even seen Benjamin cry. But now, he was sitting in the corner, sobbing hysterically. She slowly walked towards him, being careful not to anger him. She cautiously sat down next to him and put an arm around him awkwardly.

"It's alright, Mr. T…"

"No, it's not!" he said tearfully. "My dear Lucy is dead and so is my former self. I kill people for a living, Mrs. Lovett. I feel…guilty. I have nothing left to live for."

"Sure you do, Mr. T! Of course you have something to live for!" she cried.

"Oh, yeah? What? You?" he glared at her.

His words stung her heart like a thousand bees. Was she suggesting that she wasn't good enough for him?

"Well…"

"Mrs. Lovett. You lied to me. You kept an enormous fact from me for a long time. You practically killed my wife. I wouldn't have killed her if you had told me. You betrayed me."

Nellie had no idea what to say. So she started to sing.

"Life is for the alive, my dear…" she sang, patting his back, unsure.

"So lets keep living it…" Sweeney chimed in, getting up, so she did too. Holding each other's hands, they walked to the middle of the room. Then, Nellie decided that this was the time. She embraced him in a caring hug.

"Really living it," they both muttered.

"Sweeney Todd. I love you, I really do. I wish to marry you and live with you by the sea." She whispered in his ear.

He pulled back and stared into her eyes. His mouth opened, about to say something. It was then Nellie saw something behind Sweeney. It was Toby, holding one of Mr. Todd's razors high, ready to kill.

"Sweeney! Look out!" she cried, pulling Sweeney aside. He looked at Toby and pulled out his razor.

"You're no killer, son," he growled, his voice fierce.

"But I am,"

And with one swift movement, Sweeney killed Toby.

Nellie let out a gasp. Toby. Her son. The man she had just asked to marry her had just killed her son.

"Mrs. Lovett…" Sweeney began, but she cut him off.

"Nellie. Call me Nellie." She said.

"Then you call me Sweeney, not Mr. Todd or Mr. T." he replied.

Then, the two shared a smile that no words could describe. He took her hand in his and led her out of the boiler room, out of the whole building, and the two set off to live together by the sea.

So I was thinking of making this Sweenett for a while now, and I finally got around to making it. Should I continue and make it a chapter thing or just leave it? Review and tell me what you think. I'd really like to continue, but if you guys think I shouldn't I won't, haha. Thanks for reading and supporting my stories, guys. :)