A/N: We hope you enjoy our crazy escapade!

Warning: This is a product of the imaginations of two crazy teenage girls.

It was written purely for the fun of it.

If you have a fear of any of the following do not continue:

~ Random situations (including violent ones)

~ OOC-ness

~ Anything that doesn't make total and complete sense

Disclaimer: Neither of us own any of the characters. Not even ourselves, because really owning any real person is wrong. And we certainly do not, no matter how much we wish we did, own Sweeney or Erik.

~ London ~

Sweeney was sitting in the parlor room, reading a letter form his Parisian friend, Erik. The letter had been written quickly, in an unusually desperate manner. Erik wanted him to come to Paris. Apparently he had gotten himself into somewhat of a mess.

The bell on the shop door rang. Putting down the letter, he stood up. He went into the shop. Sitting in the barber chair was a young woman. She was looking at the ceiling, so she didn't see him come into the room. He walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder. She jumped in shock and sat straight.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" he asked softly. He had a hand resting on one of his razors.

"I thought you were supposed to be dead," she replied. She slowly stood up and headed to the door.

"Well, obviously I'm not. Now leave, or else." He took a step toward her. She was fumbling with the door knob, but it wouldn't open. Turning back to face him, she said, "I swear, I won't tell anyone. Just don't…" She saw the look on his face and stopped speaking.

Sweeney sighed resignedly. He lowered his razor and took a step back. "I won't. As long as you answer my questions," he told her.

"Sure, what is your question?"

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

"My name is Stephanie. I… um… was looking… for… a…crap," she said trailing off. Steph fainted into Sweeney and knocked him over onto the floor. All the breath in his lungs was knocked out of him.

Ow," he said, pushing her off. Still talking to himself, he muttered, "Better get her off the floor." He slid his hands under her and picked her up. He then carried her into his room. After laying her on his bed, he sighed and sat down beside her.

Steph started to stir. She opened her eyes and looked right at Sweeney. She sat up and grabbed her neck.

Sweeney grinned. "I haven't killed you… yet"

She turned away blushing.

"What were you looking for?" he asked.

"My friend, Kim. She's in Paris and I was supposed to meet her there, but am now in a different time and I don't know if she is in another time period too," she answered.

"Hmmm…" He thought for a few moments, then grabbed Steph's face and turned it so she faced him. "So, you're from a different time, and you're going to Paris to find a friend, whom you're not sure 'when' she is. Is that about right?" He looked at her quizzically.

She nodded. "Yep, that's about it."

Sweeney thought a bit more about this odd occurrence. "Well, that would explain your clothing, And, I guess you could come with me. I was reading a letter asking me to come to Paris, when you walked in."

"That's fine, but do you have any spare clothes of Mrs. Lovett's. I don't want to walk out of here looking like this. I already got enough stare walking here," she said.

"No, I burned all of her clothes because of what she did to me," he answered.

"Then can I have a set of your clothes please?" she asked as she laughed.

"Yes. I will go get them. Stay here and don't touch anything," he said in a stern tone of voice. He walked out of the room.

Steph stood there and looked around. She saw one of his razors sitting out in the open. She walked over to it and picked it up, opened it and was immediately entranced by it.

She was standing there gazing at the sharp shiny metal when she heard a thump. Quickly, she closed the razor and put it back. She turned around to see Sweeney standing in the doorway with a small pile of clothes at his feet.

"What happened to not touching anything?" he growled angrily. He walked over to her, leaving the clothes on the floor, and picked up the razor. He shook the closed razor at her and said, "Don't ever do that again." She ducked under his arm and went to pick up the clothes.

"Okay, you won't see me do that again. And thanks!" She went into the other room to get changed. She closed the door and while she was changing, started to laugh uncontrollably. She thought to herself, I really love it when he gets like that. As she was finishing, she then said to herself, "Kim might not even recognize me now, dressed like this."

She walked back into Sweeney's room and sat back on the bed. "So, why have you been called to Paris?" she asked. Sweeney sighed and sat on the bed next to her.

"I'm not really sure. My friend Erik wrote a letter saying he had gotten into some kind of trouble. Since I'm really his only friend, he wanted me to go over there and help him out." He leaned back on the bed and closed his eyes. "I was planning on leaving tomorrow morning, if that's okay with you."

"That's perfectly fine," she said. Then the thought hit her. "Erik," she said to herself over and over again. Then she started laughing. Then she spoke. "I think my friend might be with Erik; if he is who I think he is."

"Really, who do you think he is?" Sweeney asked, as he sat up and looked her right in the face. She had a scared look on her face, not knowing whether to answer him or not. She thought to herself, why did you open your mouth you stupid idiot.

"Well?" he said with annoyance in his voice.

"The Opera Ghost," she said very quickly.