Hey guys, thanks for reviewing soz it took me a while to get this chap out, I only had Sweeney's part figured out nd it wasn't that long...so I wrote a Lovette P.O.V nd it took a while...I might not write in the way she talks cause it's too hard-taking out letters nd all that. Half the chap is written lie that tho. Sorry.

Review plz, Roxy xx

Sweeney P.O.V

It couldn't be Lucy, just couldn't.

I blinked a couple of times to see if it was a trick, but there she was, still standing across the road, beautifully.

But there was a boy with her, so it couldn't be Lucy.

Just as I got the courage to go across the road, a carriage picked them up and took them away.

By the time I got out of the shop, the carriage was gone.

Next thing I knew, I was feeling the cold ground on my face. Then it went black.

Mrs. Lovette P.O.V

I had a feeling something bad was happening, but didn't know what, so I started to head back to the shop when I saw her.

Lucy was getting out of a carriage at some strangers house.

I hope Mr. T. hasn't seen her. I thought it a worried tone.

The basket hanging from my arm was getting heavier as I ran faster to the shop, when I got there I saw Mr. Todd lying on the ground unconscious.

Oh god. I ran over to him and shook him gently, he had only fainted I realised as he moaned groggily.

"Lucy" he mumbled.

Shit, he better not have seen her! I thought really worried now.

"Mr. T? Why you mumbling 'bout Lucy? Come on; let's get you up to bed." I said, heaving him off the ground as he starting to slowly.

I heaved him to his room after much effort, but by the time we got there, he had woken up and was staring blankly at me.

"wha' is it?" I said, worried, if he asked about Lucy again I was screwed.

"I-I saw h-her. With a li-little boy" he stumbled. Still staring ahead at nothing.

"saw who? You don' know anyone roun' here at London do ya?" I said, trying to think of ways to distract him.

"I don't, but I saw her. I saw Lucy." I could see tears welling up in his eyes.

"couldn't have been Lucy, mustve been some other blonde haired woman that had a little boy." That seems to have woken him up.

"How did you know what she looked like? And how did u know that the woman across the road had a little boy? Have you seen Lucy before? Where is she?" his voice was getting louder with each sentence.

"Calm down Sweeney!" that was the only time I ever called him Sweeney. Or yelled at him.

"I don't wan' to talk about Lucy. An' I saw a woman who was blonde and I remember you talking about her in your sleep one time. That's all. The woman had a little boy round the age of 3." I said, rushed as I got the words out faster to save having to explain about Lucy.

"But-but, the way you explained the woman, it sounded just like the woman I saw, the woman I saw was Lucy though." He muttered.

"The woman I saw was just a woman that looked like your Lucy. Not saying that she is her, but I haven't seen Lucy since you left 16 years ago. I swear that's the last I saw of her." I said.

"If that's what you say" he said, seeming to believe me.

He got up suddenly and pulled out his "friend".

I cowered in my seat, worried he didn't believe me and was going to slit my throat like I was just another customer to him.

But he just started talking to it.

"Lucy is gone my friend, yes I know it's sad to think that, but we were gone for 15 years and she hasn't returned in the year we've been here. Shush my friend, go back to sleep, I'll wake you once another customer has come and you can spill their rubies..." I blocked his voice out. I didn't want to hear him talk about him "spilling rubies". Dealing with the aftermath of the bodies was enough.

When he finally stopped talking to his razor and put it back in his holster, he turned to look back at me.

His eyes were wet, I could tell he was on the verge of tears and I couldn't deal with that right now.

This wasn't the right Sweeney.

This Sweeney seemed to have a heart that cared and shed tears and felt.

I stood up, heading over to him. "Come on love, let's get you to bed." I muttered, patting his shoulder, leading the way to his bed.

Thankfully, last night he ended up in his own bed.

He shuffled all the way to his bed and fell down face first into the blankets.

"Leave. Now" he muttered into the sheets as I backed away from his room and headed back to the kitchen.

As I thought about how happy Sweeney was with Lucy all those years ago, it made me get tears in my eyes.

"You alright mum?" I heard Toby's soft voice say behind me.

"Hmm? Oh yes, I'm fine lovey. Just got a little flour in my eyes. Nothing wrong." I said, wiping my eyes as I turned to face him.

God that boy was adorable when he was worried about someone.

"It doesn't have something to do with Mr. T do it? Cause if it was, I'll show him for hurting my mum." He said, turning to head to Mr. T's room.

I grabbed his arm lightly. "No, it wasn't something to do with Mr. T, just a little flour from making the pies. I swear, how 'bout you go get some spices from the market for me?" I asked in a soft tone. Hoping he wouldn't notice I hadn't even had any flour out or anything to do with pies.

"Okay..." he said slowly as he turned to walk out the door.

After he left, I felt tired all of a sudden, so I went to my room, but on the way I stopped by Mr. T's room.

I stood in the doorway and watched him sleep. Well toss and turn actually.

"Lucy. Where are you? Why did you have to die?" he muttered in his sleep as he tossed.

I couldn't watch any more.

I shuffled to my room fast and fell onto my bed.

Tears pouring out of my eyes, I tried to go to sleep.

I was getting close to spilling the truth to Mr. T, but he really didn't need to know it. It would break his heart more than it was already broken.

I was definatly in trouble now