I found it time to take this into my own hands.

THERE IS NO SWEENEYxTOBY TO BE FOUND ANYWHERE! Now, I like rare pairings, BUT SRSLY! *eye twitch*

Soooo, this story will include Sweeney/Toby. This means boy/boy. This means gay. Don't like it, don't read it! ITS THAT EASY.

Alsooo, it won't be pedophile because there's gonna be a time skip, so ha.

I'm not sure how old Toby is in the movie, but I'm going to say he's 14. Ok? So this prologue he's 14, but the rest of the time he will be 18. It's legal.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sweeney Todd. But how I wish I did...

Happy reading~

Prologue

Toby's screams echoed around the dark bake house as soon as the Beadle had slid down the chute and the crack of his skull was heard on the stone floor. The boy had tried to escape through the door, but alas, it was locked tight. Still screaming, Toby curled himself in the corner furthest away from the death piled in the room. It seemed to be everywhere, and it was overwhelming him. Even when footsteps could be heard climbing down the cellar stairs, Toby still screamed. The huge door flew open, and in rushed Mrs. Lovett and the demon barber himself. Mrs. Lovett quickly ran over to the small boy and clutched him to her breast.

"Shh, shh, Toby. There, there, love. It's ok. Quiet now. Shh," She held the shaking boy tight as he clutched to her dress for dear life. His screams softened a tad bit, turning themselves into sobs. Mrs. Lovett rubbed his back and kept whispering "Shh," into his ear. Behind her, Sweeney scoffed.

"Give me the boy," He stated, taking a step closer. This caused the boy to scream again before burying his head against Mrs. Lovett's chest. She held him tight and gave a stern look to Sweeney.

"No," She told him. "I've changed my mind. You can't kill him,"

"He knows too much. I have to,"

"He won't tell a soul, will you, Toby? Look at me and promise you won't utter a single word to anyone," Mrs. Lovett lifted Toby's chin up and looked him in the eye. He casted a quick glance over at Sweeney through his tear filled eyes before looking back. "You won't say anything, will yah?" Toby shook his head no and crossed his heart with his finger before letting a new wave of tears fall. Sweeney scoffed again.

"Fine, the boy lives, but if he says anything to anyone," He made a distinct motion across his neck with this finger that got his point across clearly before stomping back up the stairs.

"Come on, Toby. Let's get you to bed," Mrs. Lovett helped him up, and practically carried him to bed.

..x..x..x..x...x..

Up in the barber shop, said barber was currently pacing, waiting eagerly for the judge to arrive. He stopped when he heard a woman's voice outside the door. As she opened it, she stopped mid-song and stared at Sweeney, who quickly strode over to her.

"Who are you?" He asked the strange beggar woman. She twiddled her fingers, gazing at them as if they knew the answer, before spouting some madness about the devil's wife. Sweeney did not have time for this, and he shooed the woman out the door. Not a minute later, the judge burst into the room. Things progressed, as they do, and Sweeney proceeded to sing with, yell at, stab, and ultimately kill the judge in little to no time at all. He was finally laying his razor to peace when someone peaked out of the trunk in the back of the room. Who would be stupid enough.. He thought as he walked over to the trunk. "Come in for a shave, have ye lad?" he said, lifting the lid and peering at the boy inside. He pulled him out by his collar and threw him into the still bloody chair.

"No, I-," The boy tried to protest. "Listen, you don't-,"

"A strapping lad like yourself always has time for a shave," Sweeney grinned before raising his razor into the air. The boy squeaked and quickly pulled his hat off, allowing his, her, long yellow hair to flow down. Sweeney froze.

Time ticked by slowly as the two stared at each other, the girl out of fright, and Sweeney out of surprise. This couldn't be... but she looks so much like... It couldn't be. "Who are you?" he asked, slowly lowering his razor arm. The girl visibly relaxed at this and replied, "My name is Johanna," Sweeney's breath stopped in his throat and he could feel tears glazing his eyes. He reached out a hand, that was still covered in blood, and touched her soft cheek. She flinched and stared at him wide eyed.

"Johanna," He stated in an almost whisper. "I'm your father,"

"Wh-what?" Johanna gasped. That could not be true! Could it? "N-No, that can't be. How- Where- why?" Sweeney held up a hand to silence her babbling.

"I was sentenced to prison for life on a false charge when you were just a baby. I was there 15 years before I escaped and found my way back to London, looking for you," He explained. Johanna still looked skeptical. Considering he was still covered head - to – toe in blood, I don't blame her. "Look here!" He quickly moved around the chair and grabbed the double photo-frame off his desk. He handed it to Johanna. "This here is you," he pointed to the baby. "And this is your mother, Lucy," Johanna gazed at the pictures, trying, and failing, to recognize anything. She was quite small at the time.

"Where is my mother?" She asked after studying the photos. Sweeney looked away out the huge skylight windows.

"After I was sent away, she poisoned herself, and then that bloody judge took you away," They both shivered. "But all that is in the past. I've found you finally. We're together again!" Johanna chewed on her bottom lip.

"But what about the judge?" She asked. Sweeney motioned to himself. All the blood on him was slowly drying.

"This is the last you'll ever see of that nasty old judge," Johanna started for a second before smiling and standing to give her father a hug.

"Thank you," She said. Sweeney was shocked at first, but then he wrapped his arms around his daughter and hugged back. That's when Anthony walked in.

...o.o...o..o.o.o.o.o.

"Everything is ok now, Toby. Just go to sleep," Mrs. Lovett ran her fingers through the boy's short, dark hair and he lay in bed, tears still rolling down his face silently. He trembled and pulled the blankets closer to his body. He felt his eyelids droop as Mrs. Lovett started softly singing. "Nothing's gonna harm you. Not while I'm around."

Basically, that was just a load of background info and my excuses I have to make so that no one dies. XD It all makes since time-wise too. Go watch the movie. It does.

First chapter should be out soon. I don't know how often I'll update this. I've got alot of non-fanfiction stories im writing. Hmm, so yes.

Reviews are loved and flames are used to warm my toes~