AN: I don't own anything. Please feel free to review. Please be nice, I'm fairly new at this.
Chapter 1
Twentyfive-year-old, Nellie Lovett awoke at six o'clock to the sweet song of stray birds, the gentle, rhythmic tap of the light rain hitting the ground, and yelling? She quickly got up to see who in the devil would be screaming at such an early hour. She quietly slipped out of the covers, careful not to wake the snoring brute next to her. She quickly put on her bathrobe and walked outside. She saw two men exchanging harsh words on the other side of the street, seemingly oblivious to the rain.
"I will ask you to never speak to my wife in that manner again," a lean man with short, tangled hair said fiercely inching closer to the other.
"I didn't speak to your wife in any inappropriate manner. Need I remind you that I am a judge, a man of much power and respect, and you are a mere barber. Continue this kind of disrespect, and I could deport you. What could you possibly do to me? Give me a nick during my next shave?" whispered another man. He was slightly taller than the other man, had graying hair, and had many frown lines From the looks of it, he was at least ten years older than the other man.
"I don't care who you are! My wife is the most important person in the world to me, next to my daughter that is, and if you come near them again, I'll have your head!"
Mrs. Lovett came a few steps closer and recognized them as Benjamin Barker and Judge Turpin. She had only seen Mr. Barker a few times, but she knew his wife from meeting her at the market often enough. Lucy was a pretty little thing. Her blonde hair, petite frame, and fair complexion often made men give second glances, but Lucy had told her that the judge had recently been coming on to her. The judge often sent her flowers, gave her compliments, and occasionally invited her to extravagant parties. Lucy had told her just a few days ago that Benjamin had had enough and was going to talk to the judge next time there was an incident.
Suddenly Mrs. Lovett snapped back to attention at the sight of Judge Turpin swiftly punching Benjamin Barker in the face. He smirked as Mr. Barker fell to his knees in pain.
"Much worse will happen if you ever attempt to threaten me," the judge hissed.
Mrs. Lovett gasped, causing him to look at the under-dressed woman for the first time since she had come down. "Good day madam," he said politely then quickly walked away.
Mrs. Lovett stood silently, in shock that such a highly respected official would do such a thing, until she heard Mr. Barker moan.
"Oh you poor dear," she said. "Let me take a look at you."
She went on her knees, so she would be eye level with Mr. Barker. For a moment, she felt her eyes lock with his thoughtful brown eyes. She stared into them as if they were trying to tell her something. They were kind, yet emotional. They were tame, yet unforgettable.
"That's quite alright madam, I'm…," he winced as he attempted to stand up. "fine."
"Oh no you're not, come on dear, you're coming with me so I can get you cleaned up," she took the wounded man by the hand and led him into the den of her apartment. She sat him on the over-stuff, brown leather chair that her husband loved and brought over the lamp. She gently cleaned the bleeding wound, then put a bandage over it. "There, now you don't have to worry about infection. Now how about I make you some breakfast?"
"This is very kind ma'am, but you really don't need to go to all of that…" the man started, but Mrs. Lovett waved him off.
"I'll just get you some juice at least. Something to take the edge off."
She quickly went into her kitchen and poured a glass of orange juice. She then slipped some gin into it.
"Here, drink this. It'll help," she said handing him the glass.
The man took the glass cautiously, stared at the woman, and took a sip. He then gave her a mysterious smile. "Is this what I think it is?"
Mrs. Lovett smiled back. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she winked.
"I'm sorry ma'am, I don't believe I got your name."
"Oh dear, I should have given you that first, I'm Mrs. Nellie Lovett."
The man extended a glove-clad hand. "Mr. Benjamin Barker. Pleasure to meet you."
"Oh the pleasure's all mine," Mrs. Lovett said sweetly.
"Where the hell are you? And where's my breakfast?" a gruff, angry voice suddenly called from the kitchen. Quickly walking into the den was Albert Lovett, a large, intimidating man.
"Barker? What are you doing here?"
"Oh, I got in a tussle with a door, but your lovely wife over here helped me get cleaned up. Are you still coming tomorrow for a shave?"
"I don't see why I wouldn't," Albert responded.
"Very well, goodbye Albert, and thank you again Mrs. Lovett," he said walking towards the door.
"Oh please, call me Nellie."
That's all for now. Should I continue it? Please review!