Sorry it took so long. This Chapter is a but shorter than previous ones

I really don't like how it turned out.

He came downstairs slowly, casually, and calmly

He came downstairs slowly, casually, and calmly.

Nellie's breath shortened by every step. Finally, he was there, facing her, face blank.

She casually passed by him, grabbing a loaf of bread, slicing it. She had a purpose for this movement, to test him, to see if he would stay there and stare at her, or make his own excuse to be in her presence.

She turned her head a little; saw his gaze burning in her direction, he hadn't moved a bit.

She placed the knife by the loaf and turned and looked back at him. She read his eyes. They were filled with a want, no; more like a lust. She let out a little gasp.

No, she couldn't, she won't! She will not give into him again. Those times before, she did want it, for what she thought was the right reasons. But now she couldn't, because it had hurt her pride too much, she didn't want to be used again by the man she still loved. If he would have her, then he had to love her; and had to truly show it.

That was her new policy, in this new life.

He took a few steps forward to her, she took a few back. He stopped, looking surprised.

Then surprised turned to smug. Sweeney flashed a devilish smile. Nellie backed up a little bit further, as he took one step. She was against the wall again. He pushed himself against her again, tugging at her corset. She whimpered, and slumped down away from him.

She was trying to force herself to say stop, but she couldn't get her mouth to say the words. Sweeney tugged even harder at the corset, she tried to restrain herself from allowing him to rip it off completely. Finally she mustered up enough strength to say it.

"No."

He froze and looked at her face. "What did you say?" He asked in a snarling tone.

"…No." She muttered. He looked into her eyes. They were intense, they looked frightened, and frustrated.

"No? I'm not familiar with that one." He scoffed at her. "Besides, you've never stopped me before." He was tugging too hard on her corset now, that a small rip formed. She gasped when she saw his hand heading for his blade holster. She knew that he couldn't kill her, but he could still hurt her, or damage clothing.

"No!" She screamed. He glanced back at her, mockingly.

"Try to be innocent all you want, Nellie. You know you are no victim, you know you want this." He grabbed her slinking form and forced it to straighten up. While her lips couldn't form words her eyes were screaming with emotion. He made the mistake of glancing back at them, and almost got caught up in their pleading.

He froze his movement and stared at her. His mouth went agape. He took a small step away from her.

"You actually…don't want this, do you?" His expression softened. "Are you afraid of me, Nellie, is that why you gave into me?" He asked in a painful tone.

She didn't move. She was too stunned to. Here he was before her, actually considering how she felt. But he had mistaken her awe for disgust or hatred.

He began to think. Is this what he wanted? For her to hate him? Sure, she had lied about Lucy, and that annoyingly true fact still lied around his head but he had started to believe that she had some good reason for doing that.

No! It was a selfish and stupid thing for her to do, she could never take Lucy's place.

But what place? Lucy had no place. He was Sweeney Todd, not Benjamin Barker. With that man was her place. Should he forget his previous life's past?

He felt pretty selfish at the moment, but he believed that she was selfish too. There she was, sitting against the wall, staring at him, making him feel like a terrible person. Well he was a terrible person, wasn't he? He had killed people for a living, thought only of vengeance, walked all over people.

He glanced back at her again. She stood back up. He was starting to get really upset of how much she made him think so negatively about his actions. What happened? What happened to the days that he could walk all over her and not think twice about it?

"Mr. Todd…"

Finally! She spoke.

"What?" He said assertively.

"This won't do." She stated simply.

"What won't do?" He questioned. What was she doing?

"This awkwardness, Mistah T, if we are to spend all of our eternal lives working in the same building and house together, then we can't be upset or not speaking to each other." She began.

He drew in a breath. "That's fine, Nellie. But, you didn't answer my question, are you afraid of me…still?" he spoke seriously, as if he was talking to a child.

"No…I was more afraid of myself." She said almost sweetly. Sweeney's eyebrows furrowed with confusion. " I'm sorry, but I'm making a promise to myself that I won't oblige you until I am certain of something."

An almost playful smile nearly crept unto Sweeney's mouth. "Are you taking a stand against me, Nellie?" He asked. "It's about damn bloody time."

"Huh?"

Sweeney shook his head. " I was wondering when you were going to stop letting people walk all over you."

Nellie couldn't believe what was going on. Did he just actually say that? Was she having a dream? Did he notice her suffering throughout the years? He actually looked…compassionate.

"Mr. Todd…are you saying that you actually care?" She uttered.

His tiny smile vanished. Damn Her.

"Not entirely. They are just words my pet, it's up to you pick out the meaning." He said grimly.

"I love you." She replied. He glared at her. "Those are just words that I try to make myself believe that you know the meaning to." She finished.

That was cold. He didn't know why, but those words made him feel something. Her meaning needed no clarification; she wanted him to love her. Love? Was that even possible for him? How do you even know if you love someone?

Nellie stared at him for a glimmer of the reaction she was hoping for. He scowled, as usual. She sighed. "I'm going to bed, see you in the morning, Mr. Todd." She declared.

He didn't give a reply, just watched her open the door to her housing side of the shop and disappear inside. He stood there and pondered for a few more moments. Then, defeated he decided he should go to bed, staying down there was a lost cause anyway.

OMG! SHORT CHAPTER!!

(A/N: I added this just for fun.)

Meanwhile, In Heaven:

They were dressed finely, having tea. Lucy and Benjamin Barker, happy as can be.

(A/N: Hey! That Rhymes! ;D )

"Well my love, we've done everything that we dreamt of doing while we were alive. What should we do now?" Lucy asked.

Benjamin Pondered.

"Well….we are pretty bored….heaven is quite boring when you get use to it." He replied.

Lucy gasped. "Don't say such a thing, my love! We are blessed people to make it here!"

Benjamin nodded. "Yes, yes, you are quite right my BEEEEEEEEEAUUUUUUUUUTIFULLLLLLL Lucy! Hmm… what to do."

Then Benjamin thought, and thought, and thought. He thought so long that Lucy took a break and went to bed on a soft cloud mattress. When she came back, Benjamin was still in place, thinking.

Finally, he shouted, "I've got it!"

"Well, what is it, my love?" Lucy asked.

"We should…dress in drag!" Benjamin announced proudly, while striking a notorious pose with his hand in the air, foot on the tea table and chin rose.

Lucy stared a Benjamin. She stared some more. He didn't flinch.

Finally, she proclaimed, "THAT'S A WONDERFUL IDEA, BENNY!"

And the lived their crazy drag-queen and king fantasies out, happily and blissful in heaven.

I ruined Lucy/Benjamin fan fiction everywhere..BEHOLD!

Anyway, thanks for reading. Reviesw and Alerts are Loved.