A/N: Wow! A lot of people have starting subscribing to this story overnight! I don't usually get stuff like that overnight! haha ok on with the story!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SWEENEY TODD!

Nellie was sitting next to Toby on her couch, fondly ruffling his hair. She hadn't known why, but Sweeney had stayed and falled asleep on a chair just a few feet away from her He felt he should stay there with her. He didn't know why. He felt badly for almost killing Toby, but his anger, and worry for both him and Mrs. Lovett, went crazy that night.

Nellie looked up at the clock, and almost squeaked in disbelief. A hour LATER than she was supposed to open shop. She stood up, and tiptoed next to Sweeney, she took a deep breath, and shook his shoulder.

"Mr. Todd? Goodness, it's an hour past already! Come on love! Mista T!" She whispered, forcefully still. He grumbled and shifted.

"Mr. T.. Come on.." She persisted, he gave another gutteral sound, and she tried one last time,

"Mista Todd!" She almost yelled. Nothing. She poked his shoulder, but he grabbed her wrist. She froze.

"Mrs. Lovett, don't take this offensively, but shut up." She stood still, but whispered,

"Love, we gots to get a move on." She tried again.

"Has it ever occurred to you, that it may be in fact, Sunday?" He said, eyes still shut. She stood still.

"Oh. Sorry I forgot what with all the stuff been going on. Sorry love." She whispered, she moved to go and get dressed, but Sweeney grabbed her wrist again, and swung her onto his lap. She sat stiff as a board, and waited to hear what was going on.

"Don't want to hear you making any noise. Go back to sleep." He grumbled. She sat looking at him in disbelief, and once again heard his muffled snores here and there. Was this a dream? Was it spur of the moment? She'd have to be careful when he woke up if it was. But for now, she was going to enjoy herself. Slowly, as if she thought he would slap her for moving, she laid her head onto his chest. She draped her legs over to get comfortable, and cast a quick glance at her sleeping little boy, and back at Sweeney. He looked handsome even when sleeping. Those wrinkles between his eyes, caused by deep concentration, were gone, his jaw not tightened but loosened. She laid her head back down, and tried to go back to sleep, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach.

But little did she know, Sweeney wasn't asleep. He didn't do it as spur of the moment, and he wasn't still sleeping when he did it. He trully wanted her to sit with him. Why? He almost felt like he was betraying his wife horribly, yet he wanted to lay with Mrs. Lovett for hours on end.

Would Lucy even love him anymore? If she saw him like this? A cold, grumpy, killing, monstrous man. But here was Nellie Lovett. Almost perfect for him. She was in fact better for Sweeney Todd, just as Lucy was for Benjamin Barker.

'No! I can't do this..' Sweeney cried out in his mind. He tried to push her off, but couldn't get himself to. Something kept him still.

"What are you doing? What does it matter? Lucy most assuredly wouldn't love the monster you become." A voice spoke in his head.

'Stop it..' Sweeney spoke back.

"What? It's true. I know it, and you know it. Nellie is here just WAITING for you to let go. And until you do, she'll never give up." It continued. Sweeney gritted his teeth.

'Stop... just stop it. Go away. Lucy.. My dear Lucy.' Sweeney cried out to himself.

"If she was so dear, why are you letting Mrs. Lovett be so close to you? I don't think you REALLY want to keep longing for Lucy. You know she's gone." It spoke. Sweeney remained silent for a moment. This was true. Did he REALLY want to be like this forever? Here was Nellie, whom he knew loved him terribly, and she loved him for who he was. The monster, that he had within. Lucy would have been disgusted with him like this.

He'd already gotten to the Beadle and Judge, now what? Keep moping and longing for his dead wife? Johanna was gone with her new husband, and her life was good. He really WAS alone. It was just Toby and Nellie for him now. Well not really Toby, he knew Toby hated him terribly. So really, it was just Nellie. Who happened to love him dearly. He sat, thinking about this over and over, getting closer and closer to his conclusion.

"Wouldn't Lucy want you to be happy? After all the torment you suffered? And why didn't she wait? Surely, if she tried, she could've gotten you back. Think Sweeney, why wait? Why not move on? Why not be happy for a change?" The voice said, reasoning to Sweeney.

'Sweeney Todd knows no happiness. He knows no feelings.' Sweeney replied, monotone and cold.

"But he does. He just doesn't want to." It said, and that was the final thing the voice said, before leaving Sweeney to think.

Nellie shifted a little in her sleep, causing Sweeney's gaze to fall onto her. She really was a very beautiful woman. In his eyes. He'd just never admit it. Maybe he would. Just not yet. He glanced back over at Toby, and felt an odd twinge of shame in the pit of his stomach. Just a little. But the whelp had it coming. Well, maybe he HAD overreacted, but was Nellie really going to let him get away? The boy knew FAR too much.

He looked back at Nellie, who had her hand on his chest, supporting her head. Her legs were comfortably spread on top of his, giving him a warm feeling in his stomach. It was getting stronger and stronger.. peace? Maybe, but for now he didn't want to think anymore, he wanted to sleep.

He closed his eyes, and without even realizing it, he draped an arm across Nellie's side, pulling her tighter. What was he thinking?

He wasn't.

Nellie blinked her eyes open, and jumped slightly, feeling Sweeney's arm on her. She stretched, and suddenly realized that the room was freezing. She had no blanket, and looked to see the fire had gone out. She squinted, looking up at the clock. Half past noon.

'Bloody hell!' She thought to herself. She looked back at Sweeney, knowing this would probaly a one time thing, decided to wake him up from his deep sleep.

She grew up the courage, and slowly once again, shook his shoulder. This time his eyes shot open, making Nellie hold her breath.

"Half past twelve Sweeney. I'm gonna go make some lunch love." She whispered, waiting for his anger to flare.

But, nothing happened. It almost seemed like he pulled her closer, letting out a groan of displeasure. Surely not. That's just was she wanted. But he had done that. He had wanted her to stay longer. He had wanted her closer. He just didn't want to believe it yet.

"All right." He grumbled, helping her stand up. He shifted, making himself more comfortable, and fell back asleep. She stood frozen. What in the world was happening lately? He was being almost, considerate. Almost as if he was.. letting go? No, she couldn't get her hopes up TOO high. He probaly just felt badly for almost killing Toby, and was trying to make up for it.

'Consider it done.' She thought, immediately feeling shameful. She was THIS willing, to forgive him, almost killing her son? She really WAS madly in love. Madly.

She walked away, and sat carefully next to Toby, hoping not to wake him. She looked closer, and noticed he shivered every now and then. She rested a hand onto his head. Freezing. She tilted his head up, and noticed his lips were a light shade of blue. She cursed herself. It was her fault for being lazy, not fixing the fire. She put more blankets on him, but his shivering just got worse and worse.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit." She kept repeating under her breath. Nothing was working, she tried to hold him closer, and finally rebuilding the fire, only to find him turning whiter and whiter. She was panicking.

"I've bloody gone and killed him!" She spoke to herself. There was only one thing left to do.

"Sweeney? Sweeney wake up!" She whispered frantically. He grunted, and pushed her hands away.

"Sweeney Todd!" She suddenly snapped angrily.

"For god's sakes wake up you bloody tosser!" He blinked open, looking at her frantic face.

"God woman, what is it?" He asked, pushing back his hair as he sat up.

"Toby! He's freezing cold, and I've done everything! Oh, Sweeney I've gone and killed just about!" She squeaked. Sweeney shook her shoulders, and shushed her.

"Alright alright, move over." He grunted. She stepped aside, and he stood up, and stretched a second, and walked over to Toby. Yes, he was indeed shivering. What did Nellie expect him to do? Hug him, so the cold was sucked out of him? He looked at her, and that looked like EXACTLY what she was waiting for him to do. Oh bloody hell. She'd be the end of him yet. Such a worrisome woman. He rested the back of his hand on his head. He WAS pretty cold. Stone cold actually. Well, he had to do SOMETHING he supposed. He sat next to him, and motioned his hand to Nellie.

"Come over here." He grunted. She obeyed, silently walking over. He lifted Toby's head, and told her to sit. He rested Toby's head onto her lap, and draped Toby's legs over his. He wrapped more blankets around Toby, and on himself (he too noticed how cold it actually WAS in here) And finally, a last blanket on Nellie. Couldn't have his baker catch cold could he now?

"Bloody brilliant Sweeney!" She smiled, pecking him lightly on his cheek. He rolled his eyes, and laid his head back, trying to get more sleep.

"Poor thing." Bloody hell.

"Hush Nellie." He said. She looked at him in disbelief.

"What?"

"I SAID hush." Realizing what he had indeed just called her.

"Bloody hell, do you get enough sleep?" She whispered, testing his patience. He tilted his head up, and looked at Nellie, who had a playful smirk on her face.

"Sleeping, is the only time I'm free from all the thoughts in my head." He replied simply and matter of factly.

"Oh. Sorry love." Nellie whispered, feeling guilty at making fun of him. This poor man went through so much his whole life.

"S'all right." He said, leaning back onto the edge of the couch.

"I can't believe I did this." She whispered, and he rolled his eyes, obviously he was going to get no more sleep.

"You didn't do anything wrong. You had to do SOMETHING. Brilliant idea if you ask me." He said, looking at her.

"Thank you. Well, wait, this isn't a good thing Sweeney!" She said, then realizing what they were talking about as good "idea".

"What else COULD you do Nellie? He was going to the authorities!" Sweeney explained, talking to her as if she was being foolish. She sat dumbfounded.

"What did you call me?" She asked, intrigued by his odd behavior lately.

"Nellie. What? That is your name isn't it?" He asked, looking at her.

"Well yes but-"

"Well, that's what I thought." He interrupted her. In fact, he didn't know why he had called her that. It just flowed so easily. Nellie. He liked that name. He liked saying it. He like her. No he lov-

"Ha! So you DO love her!" The same voice had returned. Damn

'No! I never said that!' Sweeney replied.

"Ah, but you almost did. Just admit it."

'What?'

"Don't fool with love Sweeney. You can't deny it forever."

Sweeney turned his head, and looked at Nellie. She was sadly brushing Toby's curls behind his ear. He lifted a finger, pulling her chin to face him. He focused on her for a moment, her eyebrows knit in confusion. Sweeney just kept looking at her, and she kept quiet.

"You are beautiful." He mumbled, as if answering something to himself.

"What?" She asked breathlessly.

He looked at her, and leaned in to her, to whisper in her ear,

"I think I may be falling for you Mrs. Lovett."

Duh duh duh duhhh What's Nellie gonna say? Haha wow corny ;) i really hope you guys like this! Getting quite a few readers that aren't reviewinggg... To the person that is reading this, KNOWING you aren't reviewing- Yeah you! Just review haha I love them! Gives my hope that my stories ARE pretty good! Thanks and keep checking for updates! Wow I'm on a fanfiction high! haha (more like a Sweeney Todd/Johnny Depp high...^_^)