Hello everyone! I just saw Sweeney Todd last week, and it was amazing! One of the best movies I've seen all year. But it's a new year, so… Anyway, here's a different take on what happened to Lucy after what transpired that one, horrible day.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sweeney Todd or its characters. All I own is the soundtrack and the plot bunnies that gave me this idea.

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No'. That one word repeated itself over and over in Lucy Barker's mind, as she watched two burly policemen carry her husband away. She barely heard what was going on around her, or the cries of the one year old Johanna in her arms. All she could hear was her own silent screams, echoing throughout her mind. As the realization set in that her husband was being taken, a look of horror set in on her beautiful face. She leapt up and chased after them, still carrying Johanna.

"What is the meaning of this," she asked when she finally caught up to them. "Why are you arresting this man?" She looked down at the man they were dragging away, a truly horrified look on her face. The man in question looked away, ashamed to be seen in such a state.

"We were ordered to by Judge Turpin" one of them replied, still walking away. "He has been convicted of the crime of theft. From poor Mrs. Lovett, even. The poor dear."

"What are you talking about? We are her tenants! Why would my husband steal from her?"

"Just makes it easier, in my opinion" said the other. At this, Lucy stopped. They would never believe her, she knew that. These men would believe anything that judge said.

However, they might believe Mrs. Lovett.

She watched them a bit longer, as her husband was still being carted off, the shame replaced with a look of fear in his eyes. Then she raced off to Mrs. Lovett's pie shop on Fleet Street. She didn't bother to grab the baby carriage sitting in the courtyard. She hadn't the time anyway. So she was still holding the screaming Johanna in her arms as she burst through the front door, shouting Mrs. Lovett's name.

At last, she spotted her coming up the stairs from her basement. Lucy felt a trace of guilt, knowing she had disturbed Mrs. Lovett from her pies. That, however, disappeared in an instant.

"Lucy, dear, what is it," she inquired, as she came up from her oven. "Nearly gave me a 'eart attack, you did. What with you shoutin' your 'ead off and little Johanna screaming. What's wrong?"

"Nellie, please, I need your help!" Lucy placed her baby down on the floor, and took a seat at the dusty table. "It's Ben! He was just taken from me by, b-b-by…" She couldn't continue, as she had burst into tears, the overwhelming sadness finally setting in.

Mrs. Lovett tried very hard to keep the shock off her face, hoping to stay calm as to not worry Lucy even further. However, inside, her world seemed to turn upside down. Her tenant and dear friend had just been removed from their lives. Live just wouldn't be the same without dear Mr. Barker around.

Ignoring the turmoil inside her, for she had other matters to deal with, she walked to the sitting room conjoined to her pie shop. Once there, she retrieved a bottle of gin from the creaky old cabinet. Coming back to her shop and the still-in-shock Lucy, she poured two glasses. One she set in front of Lucy, the other she took for herself.

"Drink this up dearie. It'll help calm your nerves." Lucy looked up, and took the glass with a shaking hand. She drained the glass in one large swig. The liquor burned her throat as it went down, but it helped dull her head and bring her back to earth. At last, she was able to resume her tale.

"Judge Turpin has taken Ben away," she finally choked out. "He has been charged with theft from you!"

"What?!"