Authors Note:

I do not own the characters, although I wish I did.

My first Sweeney fanfic. I hope you all enjoy it!

Chapter 1

There it stood, as cold and as hollow as he remembered it. His hands shivered from the cold London air and his breaths were short and well rounded. He put his hand gently on the wall beside him and whilst doing that he placed all of his weight on the. He spied the sign cautiously and read it out loud in a soft whisper "Mrs. Lovett's Meat Pies". He bit his lip nervously trying to decide if he made the right decision to return to Fleet Street after two months of wandering around London aimlessly.

He slowly removed his hand off the wall and took a step towards the small and hollow building, that now stood just a few meters away from him. He took a deep breath as he saw that the handle to the door was just a few inches away. He drew his hand slowly towards it, but suddenly his hand fell tense. He sighed and puffed out in anger deciding that it was the cold London weather that did this to him and not the nerves that had also made a severe knot in his stomach.

He puckered his lips trying to untie the knot, through harsh and deep breaths. He stared at the handle while forcing his left hand towards it. He turned it carefully. As he twisted and turned the handle, thoughts of the darkness that stood behind the door clouded his mind.

Finally, a snap was heard. The door cocked open. He bit his lip once more, this time pressuring all the blood in it to rush to his head. The door finally opened and he took a step inside just to make sure this was real and not fantasy. He let out a small smirk realizing that he had had enough audacity to actually come back to this god fore-saken place.

He stared at the counter in front of him, noticing that it was as dusty as it had always been. But his eyes immediately darted to the wall, seeing that there was no coherently-liar woman who was as equally dusty (most of the time anyway) also known to the man as Mrs. Lovett. Even though he hated her with all his heart, for what she had done to him, he desperately needed her and the warmth that she had once given him.

Suddenly, a soft young man's voice was heard "We're not having any customers today". The boy announced loudly before he had a chance to see that man's face. The man slowly turned around and the young boy's expression turned to one of a false grin and then he slightly whispered, "Oh, it's you Mr. Todd".

Sweeney gave him a look of hatred and then muttered "Wipe that silly little smirk off your face boy, and go grab me a spot of gin while you're at it". The boy's face turned to one of grim before he started to shake his head violently. The young boy then stuttered as he said angrily "Get it you-self, sir! You don't deserve my kinds of service Mr. Todd….'specialy two months after leavin' us, and 'specialy after what you did to Mum".

Sweeney looked at the boy awfully taken about what the boy had mentioned. Mr. Todd sighed and replied back in a melancholy voice that threw the boy off guard "Well, now…where is Mrs. Lovett"? Once he had muttered that name, he felt as if his lips were going to fall off in anger. Ugh, that name, that woman, so blissful, so selfish…. so unworthy of life. Young Toby bit his lip and said back in a stiff voice "She's not in".

But there it was, a feminine and warm voice had just shouted from the living room "Toby…did you tell them that we are out of pies"? Sweeney let out a small smirk and said softly "Ahhh…." And then he whipped off his jacket and threw it into young Toby's arms. Sweeney took out a razor blade from his pocket and held it up high in the air. Toby dropped Mr. Todd's jacket onto the floor and held out his hand firmly in the air and shouted, "You'll have to get through me".

Sweeney felt his insides fill up with sin; not the type of sin that is typical for us normal humans. The sin that he felt was laughter. He hadn't laughed in almost 16 years and a little brat wasn't going to make him start. Although, Toby's attempt to stop him was particularly funny. Mr. Todd pushed the boy away and said harshly "Get out of my way boy. I am not going to hurt her". Sweeney then took a few quick steps into the living room.

There she was, asleep on the sofa. That wretch's coldhearted liar of a woman. But even with all these horrible names that he had called her, he failed to admit that she was beautiful. But somewhere deep inside he knew it…. Mr. Todd's thoughts were interrupted by Toby screaming "Mum, look out" and that caused Mrs. Lovett's delicate eyes to fly open.

She stared at Mr. Todd for a second and Todd looked back into her eyes, unable to distract himself from her dark beauty. But something strange then happened, her eyes slowly closed and then she whispered "Oh, poor me. I'm having that dream again". Sweeney broke his eye contact from her just in time to realize that she thought he had was a dream. He cleared his throat, took a few steps towards her, narrowed his eyes to her neck and then said in a loud triumph voice "Not a dream, Mrs. Lovett, a nightmare"!

And before Mrs. Lovett could even react he held his razor tightly pressured up against her throat. She let out a small gasp from the cold silver that was now moving in a sluggish, circular motion on her neck. Her eyes instinctively flew towards his black pearl like eyes and she asked in a mere whisper "Mr. Todd…. is that really you"? Toby watched Mr. Todd threaten Mrs. Lovett's life with intense hatred for the man. He had never liked him before he abandoned them, but now if there were any chance, or any slight possibility, he would kill him in the most horrid way just to make Mrs. Lovett happy.

Mr. Todd licked his lips and asked in a husky voice "How are you my pet"? Mrs. Lovett gulped and asked frightened "What do you want Mr. T"? Mr. Todd's eyebrows knitted before asking, "You don't know Mrs. Lovett? Would you like me to make it clearer"? And with that Sweeney pressed the silver blade closer to her neck before young Toby snuck up behind him and pushed him out of the way saving the woman who he called 'Mum'.

Mrs. Lovett got up quickly, let out a small sigh of relief, and then grabbed Toby in her arms and gently rocked him back and forth. Mr. Todd closed the razor and threw it on the floor beside his feet before asking in a gloomy tone "I beg your pardon lad, but little boys aren't supposed to be rude to their elders…. am I not right"? Toby rolled his eyes and shouted angrily "Yes! And grown men aren't supposed to threaten innocent women"! Sweeney's face fell to one of surprise and his initial instinct was to argue with the boy… but he stopped himself, picked up the razor and said in a calm voice "Get me a bottle of gin".

Mrs. Lovett looked down at the Toby and whispered worriedly "You heard the man, go get him a glass". Mr. Todd then screamed "No! I said a bottle! A bottle, not a glass…." He paused for a second to look at Toby and then he screamed "Go to it boy"! Toby felt a bit uneven with this request, because he knew from his former 'father' Pirelli, that alcohol only made situations worse. He sighed and realized that it was best just to listen to the man, so he ran towards the kitchen and went searching for a bottle of gin.

Mr. Todd had his hands covering his face as if he was ashamed to let the world see his life. She watched him sit on the couch that she was previously attacked on. Mr. Todd whispered out in solemn manner "I need a place to stay". Mrs. Lovett nodded and asked "You expect me to let you stay here after what you did two months ago…. hmmm…do you Mr. T"?

Mr. Todd took his hands off his face and looked up at her and replied back nonchalantly "Well…yes". Mrs. Lovett slightly smiled as she made her way to sit beside him on the couch. Toby walked into the room and held out the bottle of gin in front of Mr. Todd while saying "Here is your gin, sir". Mr. Todd took the bottle from his hands in a hasty manner and nodded in a from of a thank you.

Sweeney then took a sip from the bottle as Mrs. Lovett talked "It's funny how the past affects the present, Mr. T. You'll have to find some place else to say". Mr. Todd looked at her out of the corner of his eyes and then whispered "I've looked all over London… no place will take me in after they found out what I did to you". Mrs. Lovett cleared her throat, and motioned to Toby to wait for her in the kitchen. She slowly got up and said in a gloomy voice "Serves you right, Mr. T. You had no business to insult me like you did".

Sweeney took another sip of gin before saying angrily "You killed my wife"! Mrs. Lovett rolled her eyes and said softly "No, love. That was you". Mr. Todd breathed in and out heatedly as his gin bottle fell on the floor and broke into many pieces. He then got up and put his cold hand around Mrs. Lovett's warm neck while shouting "What? Who did not tell me she was still living"?

Mrs. Lovett looked at him in the eyes and replied "Killing me won't bring her back, Mr. T". Sweeney just looked at her for a few seconds before removing his hand. He then looked down at the ground at the spilt bottle of gin. Mrs. Lovett sighed and whispered, "Your hands are cold Mr. Todd. Just like your heart. You can stay here with us, until they both warm up".

Authors Note:

Like it? Review and let me know or else I won't continue.

Thank you all for reading.