This is the first in a series of oneshots about Mrs. Lovett and Tobias, so stay posted for new chapters soon! and also there will possibly be some sweenett coming up in future chapters as well ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone who resides on Fleet Street, tho I wish I did

The Good Lord Sent You To Me:

"Toooooby!" came the cry of Mrs. Lovett, barely audible against the roar of the crowd that flooded her shop every evening since Mr. Todd had come to town.

A small, bewildered looking boy was seen scurrying through the crowd towards the counter where Mrs. Lovett awaited him, hands on hips.

"It's getting busy in here mum, lots o' people come here everyday" said Toby breathlessly "There's saying they're the best pies in London"

"I know love, isn't it great?" She replied, while stopping down to his level. "And it's all because of the great help I'm getting from my two favourite men"

"Two favourite men?" Asked Toby guessingly "You mean Mr. Todd? How does he help you, mum? I mean, I never see him down here helping you in the kitchens or serving customers, its jus' you an me"

Mrs. Lovett placed her hand on the chin of the petit boy who she liked to call her own son. "Now love, can you go fetch an ale for the gentleman at the table near the window?" she asked him, not bothering to answer his question. She gave his mousey colored hair a gentle pat on the head.

"o' course mum" came an eager reply

"And when you get back, I'll have another job waiting, so hop to it" Mrs. Lovett called after him. She glanced at the clock on the dingy wall, an hour left till closing time. The exhausted baker sighed. "I guess a few more pies should do it for today" She said to herself, while rolling up her sleeves again to bake some more. But she was out of her precious ingredient; there was no more meat in her stores. She sighed again as she hiked up her skirts, and braced herself for the dreadful climb down them nasty long flight of stairs that led into the basement where all the "fresh supplies" were waiting. But just as she opened the door to the basement, she felt a tug on the hem of her dress. It was none other then Toby.

"O what is it dearie" Exhaled Mrs. Lovett

"I can help you this time, can't I mum?" he said, his face beaming. "I hate to watch you huffing and puffing up all those flights of stairs, when you have a man like me here to help you do it."

"Like I always says, I can manage meself" she replied happily. "And besides," she invented quickly "I'm the only one that knows how to handle the meats properly and all, love"

"Well you can teach me soon, can't you? There's no obstacle I can't overcome, you don't have to worry about me, mum" he said, his face full of pride.

"Yes, perhaps someday when you're a good boy, but not today coz it's really busy out there now and the customers need tendin to" she said with a smile.

"Ok, mum put me to it, what else needs to be done now?"

"Well, first of all…" Mrs. Lovett's voice trailed off as she saw that cursed Beggar woman enter her shop again "GRAB THE OLD WOMAN OUT!!" She yelled while pointing in the direction of the front door.

"Yes mum!" said Toby as he rushed at the woman, almost knocking her out

"That's my boy…" Mrs. Lovett smiled to herself "We can't have the likes of her getting in here anymore, that's for sure."

And she turned and descended.

Well that's it for now, but this one will have chapters so i'll get them up ASAP, but for mow please R&R! thanks - lyra