A/N: thank you all for the reviews very much appreciated. I own nothing.

"Beadle Bamford." said Sweeney as he turned to face the pompous man of law. He shot a cold look at Toby who made a quick exit for the door. Sweeney then returned his full and undivided attention to the Beadle. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your grace?" he asked

"I was wondering if I could make an appointment."

"You may come at any time you wish Beadle Bamford; my doors are always open to those most deserving." He said an evil grin tugging at his lips

"Yes, but I have a previous engagement; and I would like to have a fresh shave for such an occasion." He said looking Mr. Todd straight in the eye.

"As you wish Beadle, at what time would you like to come for your shave?"

"Around quarter after three tomorrow afternoon." He stated promptly with a great sense of dignity and made his way back to the door, but as he placed his hand on the knob he turned to face Mr. Todd and said "and if you would be so kind as to not mention this to my master."

"Of course, your secret is safe with me." The Beadle gave a nod and left the barbershop. Once the Beadle had left Mr. Todd took one of his razors in hand and gently whispered to it

"Soon my friends you shall drip rubies, that filthy swine's rubies.

It was around lunchtime when Mrs. Lovett had made her way back into Mr. Todd's mind. Though he never ate the meals she brought him, it felt very odd when she did not show up chattering like a bird bringing him a meal he would not eat.

It wasn't that he missed her, but more that the fact that the cycle they had established was now broken; and everything seemed just a bit out of place.

A short knock was heard on the door. Mr. Todd strode over to the door and sharply ripped the door open. "What do you want boy?" he all but snarled to Toby

"It's time for lunch sir, and I was wonderin' if I could go get meself a pie to eat from the bake 'ouse." He said

"No." he stated flatly "I'll get it for you." He said and made his way down to the stair way that led to the bake house.

As he opened up the door that led to the staircase to the bake house Toby's voice was heard from behind. "Sir, why can't I go down there?"

"Mrs. Lovett's house, her rules not mine." He said and made his way down the steep dark staircase

In the bake house the sight was certainly new to Mr. Todd. There was a giant furnace, a pile of corpses in the corner, a meat grinder, and a table covered with miscellaneous unusable body parts. He walked to the wall on the left side and picked out a pie for young Toby to eat. Amazing how much they looked like any other normal meat pie; except for the fact that they came from humans.

He looked from the pile of bodies to the pie; absolutely disgusting, but of course what more could you expect in London? He emerged from the bake house holding the pie and gave it to Toby who took a rather large bit of it and began to chew thoughtfully.

Mr. Todd wrinkled his nose in disgust; how Mrs. Lovett could watch all of these people eat his costumers and not lose it was beyond his understanding. Sure he saw her costumers but never this close, and he was thankful for that.

"Ye okay Mr. Todd, ya look sick."

"It's nothing boy, now do me a favor and go get a fresh bottle of gin." Toby smiled "Not for you for me." He said tossing a penny at him and shooing the boy out of the shop. When he left Sweeney made his way into Mrs. Lovett's room and sat next to her once again.

"You better get better soon Mrs. Lovett. I don't know how to take care of the boy by myself." And by take care of he meant to occupy him without having to kill him. And that's when an idea came to Sweeney's mind. "Who would miss him?" he quietly asked himself not noticing the single tear that had emerged from Mrs. Lovett's closed eye.

The rest of the day passed with ease for Mr. Todd he would welcome his costumers into his shop they would mention the shop being closed and before they could utter another word he would slit their throats. He found out that if he allowed them to talk that he would become somewhat distracted and he couldn't have that.

The sun set on fleet street causing the sky's usual shade of gray to turn into black calling forth the real vermin of the world. It was only once the sun had set that the rats and the beggars really came out. Sure enough you would see them during the day but from the view of Mr. Todd's window there was a huge difference the number of them seemed to double at least. And to think that each and every person down there has done something that they deserved to die for.

The sun rose and Sweeney stood just as he did when it had set; staring out the window thinking of his beloved Lucy and Johanna, both, gone forever.

It had been two days since Mrs. Lovett tried to take her life; and according to the doctor she should wake up today.

He walked down the flight of stairs and found young Toby resting his head on his 'mother's' bedside. "Boy." His curt voice brought the boy back to reality. "has she woken yet?" he asked

Toby shook his head sadly. "The doctor said she should wake up some time today. Go get him." He said

"But Mr. Todd I-"

"You do as I say boy, I am older and stronger than you. Do not test me. Now go." He said and Toby ran out of the shop.

The morning was cold but especially on the streets of London. The gray sky always made Toby feel like he was in the middle of some ghost story. "Mr. Todd. Always bossin' me around." Toby didn't like Mr. Todd when he first met him he knew something wasn't right with him. It's something in his eyes, there so dark and full of hate. But most of all they were cold and lonely; just like the streets.

Dr. Wigton walked into Mrs. Lovett's room his handbag at his side. He felt her forehead; it was as cold as Mr. Todd's heart as well as her temperature. "Have you seen any change in her?" he asked emerging from her room.

"She was talking in her sleep yesterday but other than that she's been like this the whole time."

"If she hasn't woken up by now she may already be gone, but her pulse begs to differ; it's very faint but it's there." Mr. Todd stared at the man with a blank expression "If she does happen to die do you know if she has a will of some sort?"

"No."

"Any relatives other than you two?"

"I'm not married to her; I just reside her, and the brat's an orphan she took in from the workhouse."

"I'm not one to speak on legal matters but if my memory serves me right; if there is no will all of her possessions would go to her closest living relative."

"So the br- boy would get everything?"

"Yes the boy would get everything. If- once you've found it have a lawyer look it over." He bowed slightly and made his way to the door before he stopped. "Also, I have left some medicine for her in her bedroom on the bedside table. There are two bottles, inject some whenever pain occurs in the pained area."

"Yes doctor." said Mr. Todd and the doctor left. As soon as the door closed behind him Sweeney turned around searching for the will. "I need the will." He said and began his search for the piece of paper that 

could determine the fate of the pie shop, the barbershop, and the bake house containing most important of all; their dirty little secret.

A/N: tell me what you think.

Criticism is welcomed and for those of you who review can have a meat pie.

And those who don't will be thrown into the meat grinder mwhahahaha, okay then.