'Ello all! Well, this is a random idea that BroadwayMasquerade helped me come up with around 1 am. I hope you all like it, so read and review!

Seriously, do I NEED a disclaimer?

Fleet street had seen many dreary days, and today was one of the worst. Thunderstorms raged on all day, accompanied by a downpour of freezing cold rain. All sensible people kept indoors, passing the time by in their own way.

There was always drinking (the bars were always full on days like these), others spent time chatting with friends, and some secluded themselves and slept.

Mrs.Lovett's pie shoppe was closed today. There was no sense in working on such a terrible day, Mrs.Lovett had said, all she would do is tire herself out – no customers would bother coming on a day like this. And god knows she would need her energy for the dinner rush tomorrow.

With that logic in mind, Toby and Mrs.Lovett spent the day resting in the back room.

Though she had tried to persuade him, Sweeney Todd would not join them. He was upstairs in his barbershop, waiting. But not for customers or the Judge, not today. Today he was expecting something a bit different.

After all the flood of customers Sweeney Todd's Barber Shoppe had been getting lately, Sweeney's razors had begun to dull down. Sharpening them had worked temporarily, but Mr.Todd was in desperate need for a shiny new set. They had taken months to come in, and today was the day they would finally arrive.

So Sweeney stood in front of his window and watched the rain fall, brooding. If the rain didn't let up soon, the delivery boy wouldn't come.

Then, like a prayer answered, the rain lightened up a considerable amount and the lightening stopped.

A while later, Sweeney watched as a small carriage stopped in front of Mrs.Lovett's and a boy probably in his late twenties leapt out, grabbed an unusually large box and made his way up the stairs.

Sweeney met the boy at the door, who gave him a small, nervous smile as he set the load down next to him. He took out a piece of paper and said, "If you could please sign here, Mr.Todd."

Sweeney did just that while mumbling to himself "Finally, my new razors."

The boy's smile faded as he slowly said, "Did you say razors? You ordered a shipment of razors?"

Annoyed at the boy's ignorance, Mr.Todd replied "Of course razors. What the bloody hell did you think I said?"

The boy turned white as he said in a barely audible voice "Oh…razors, not…"

"If those aren't my razors…" Sweeney began, his voice low and dripping with anger, "Then what did you put in that box?"

After the boy gave no response, Sweeney grabbed the heavy box and ripped it open to see it filled to the brim with…

"Raisins?"

The boy gulped.

"Three months of waiting, and you sent me a box of raisins?" Sweeney was shaking with anger now, and the poor boy couldn't have been more terrified in his entire life.

"I'm sorry, Mr.Todd. It was an honest mistake." The boy's words were shaky and drenched in fear.

With one last look of disgust at the box of raisins, Sweeney looked the boy in the eye and smiled. "That's exactly it, an honest mistake. No trouble, I'll just order again and make sure to be clearer next time. So boy, how 'bout a shave?"

The boy instantly felt better, but something about Mr.Todd's face looked …odd. Some emotion was there, but he couldn't tell what. Nonetheless, the boy put his worries behind him and followed his gracious host into the barber shoppe.

Little did he know, he was anything but forgiven.