A/N: I still own nothing. Mr. Todd's character might go from real tender like in the last chapter to psycho killer at any moment, but everything has a reason I swear. Thank you for all the reviews.

By the sea. Mrs. Lovett was standing by the sea watching the sun set. The sky appeared as if it was on fire but the colors amazed her. "Aint the colors beautiful Mr. Todd?" she said looking at the man beside her.

"Beautiful yes." His voice was its usual cold and unfeeling tone. The sunset gave the illusion that the two were a couple: two adults, standing side by side, watching a sunset, by the sea. Mr. Todd looked at Mrs. Lovett and noticed that she had put her hair down. Her usual frizzy hair was now flowing down to her shoulders in long silky waves of brown. He got lost in her hair tempted to touch it.

"Mr. Todd?" she said looking at him "What are you doing?"

"Just looking at nature's beauty." He said

"Oh well yes, the sunset is very entrancing isn't it?"

"I mean you Mrs. Lovett" as he spoke these words Mrs. Lovett froze in his gaze

"Why Mr. Todd I-I" she tried to babble an excuse while her face went from its usual pale white to a light shade of pink.

"Sshhh" he put fingers on her mouth "You talk too much my pet." He leaned in actually ready to kiss her. Mrs. Lovett's insides were doing back flips as his face came so close that she could feel his breath on her face.

Almost there she thought to herself, then she heard glass shatter, and woke up from her very pleasant dream.

Mrs. Lovett jumped a bit when she first opened her eyes. To her surprise Mr. Todd was in the room, and he was much closer than he had ever been to her, even as Benjamin Barker. His face was a few inches from hers and his hands were around her waist. He had tipped over the bottle of gin that Toby had set on the table. The boy had drunken so much he hadn't heard a thing.

"Why Mr. T" she said putting a hand on her chest "you scared me there." He backed away instantly so he wasn't so close, but still had a cold look on his face. Did I miss something? She thought to herself. She stood up placing the book, which had fallen off her when she jumped on the table, and walked up to Mr. Todd.

"What are you doin down here Mr. T?" she said in a gentle tone hands on her hips. She looked at the grandfather clock. To her shock it was only a half an hour later than when she had fallen asleep. "tis late and you be needing your sleep."

His voice was flat and unfeeling "You seemed uncomfortable"

"I was fine Mr. Todd, and how would you know, were you watching me?"

"No I came down for the bottle." He said motioning to the pile of glass on the ground "And I saw you tossing and turning. I thought I'd put you in your bed."

"Now don't be silly I let you have that bed. Besides if I sleep in my bed you'll just go back to your shop and pace the night away."

"I never said that I wouldn't still be sleeping in the bed."

"Oh, well, okay then." She said turning a light shade of pink "I'll go put a robe on over this," she said motioning to her dress "and I'll, share my bed with you." She was suspicious of why he was being so kind but honestly she didn't really care.

She went off to find her robe wrapped it around her and made her way to the bed.

"Do you think there will be enough room for the both of us?" she asked

"You shared this bed with Albert didn't you?" his voice was sharp

"For a while yes."

"Well if you can share it with a man that size, then we should be fine."

"Okay then love." She crawled into bed facing the opposite direction of Sweeney. She was began to drift off to sleep when she heard Mr. Todd mumble something that resembled 'good night'

"Good night love" she whispered beneath her breath as she drifted off into a slumber filled with dreams of the seaside and Mr. Todd.

The next morning

Toby woke up covered in sweat to the same nightmare he had been having for the past weeks, the nightmare where everyone died and it was his entire fault. He looked around the room, no one was in sight. He walked groggily walked into an empty kitchen.

Maybe mum is in her room

He made his way up to the baker's room. He gently opened the door hoping not to wake whoever may be sleeping in there. He opened the door and peeked his head in enough to see a sleeping Mrs. Lovett and a sleeping Mr. Todd with his arms wrapped around her waist. Mrs. Lovett had a smile plastered on her sleeping face and Mr. Todd had his head in the crook of her neck. For a moment Toby thought that they may have actually done it, but then he noticed that Mr. Lovett still had her dress on.

Well they didn't do it. But apparently they got close.

Knowing that the two were asleep Toby took this as a chance to investigate the mysterious Barbershop belonging to the even more mysterious Mr. Todd.

In the Bedroom

Mrs. Lovett woke up confused. She didn't remember how she got into her bed. Then after a minute or two of thinking about it she remembered. She felt something, no someone nuzzle her neck. She smiled to herself when she thought of that must be going through Mr. Todd's mid. He had his head in the crook of her neck, burying his face in her hair and started to mumble in his sleep. At first she wasn't able to tell what he was saying then she heard his words loud and clear.

"Lucy. Lucy, please, don't leave me. Lucy, I'm sorry. Lucy." He continued to babble on about Lucy moaning about how he couldn't save her. Anger bubbled inside of Mrs. Lovett but was overtaken by the moment that she was sharing with this man, whether he knew it was happening or not.

She laid in the bed just so she could be with the man she loved, even though he thought she was Lucy, that's when she realized she felt something around her waist. Careful not to disturb him Mrs. Lovett looked down to see Mr. Todd's arms wrapped around her waist. She smiled to herself.

"Must've been cold." She said. Gently she tried to pry herself from Mr. Todd's grip. Even in his sleep this man in bloody strong. She finally got out of bed and when she did she took a moment to look at Mr. Todd's sleeping figure.

He had a strand of hair in his face, but his expression was the same; unfeeling, and untraceable. But even as he held the same expression Mrs. Lovett believed that he looked more peaceful in his sleep. She walked up to the barber to push the strand of hair back into place, when she heard the cling of the barbershop's bell.

"Must be Toby. Better make sure that he don't take anything that aint his." She muttered and left to barber who had his arms wrapped around what he believed to be his Lucy

Back in the Barbershop

Toby walked into the barbershop and the first thing he noticed was how cold it was

"How did he ever sleep up here its bloody freezing."

He walked around a bit looking here and there. He went to the dresser and looked at the pictures that had been placed there.

"Who's this?" Then he remembered the story that Mr. Todd had told him last night. "This must be his family." Referring to Mr. Barker. He set the pictures down and a box caught his eye. It was a wooden box plain and simple but something about it seemed to pull Toby towards it. He opened the box to reveal five sets of silver razors.

"Ahhh so this is where he keeps them." He gently picked one out of its place opened it up and held it in the light. Toby was entranced at how he could see his reflection in the razors and how they seemed to reflect light from the streets.

"I wonder why he don't sell these. We're making a nice little profit, but if he were to sell these. Maybe we could get a few treats for us, or maybe even move away." At the thought of leaving the town Toby's eyes widened and he held up in the razor in the light.

"I can see why he loves these so much though." He held it closer to him "They're mesmerizing."

"They are aren't they?" Said a voice from the doorway. Toby quickly shut the razor closed, and cut himself while doing so. He turned around to see Mrs. Lovett standing in the door frame hands on her hips. "Mornin mum. What are you doin up here?" he tried to act as the innocent boy he obviously wasn't.

"I was just about to ask you the same thing. " she walked up to her son "Now c'mon love this is Mr. Todd's place." She put her hand on his shoulders and looked at his hands. "Now let's get you cleaned up and we can prepare for the picnic."

"Okay mum."

In the kitchen

After preparing the lunch for the picnic Toby decided to break the silence. "Mum, are those razors Mr. Todd's?"

"Of course they are why would you say a thing like that?"

"Well because the one I was looking at had the initials 'BB' engraved in it."

"Oh well they belonged to the other barber before Mr. Todd came along."

"You mean Mr. Barker?"

"Yes Mr. Barker."

Toby then decided to ask his burning question.

"So did you sleep well last night?" Mrs. Lovett took a moment, before answering with a smile

"Yes. Yes I did."

Toby took a deep breath. "I saw you." Mrs. Lovett looked at him confusion took over her face

"I saw you with Mr. Todd." Mrs. Lovett was preparing to tell him that they did not do 'it'

"No I know you didn't do 'it', but how did it happen? How did you get Mr. Todd to share your bed with you?"

"I didn't."

"What?"

"I didn't persuade him. He persuaded me. I guess it was a thank you for bein so hospitable to him."

"He should." Toby's voice was demanding "You treat him like royalty, and all he does is spend all of his time up there with those precious razors-"

"Making precious money for us." Mrs. Lovett interjected "Now calm down dearie it's only morning. Do me a favor and go and get Mr. Todd from upstairs, I think the poor bugger is still asleep."

"Would I have liked the barber mum?"

"Yes you would have."

"I wish I could meet him." He said before he made his way up the stairs

She watched as Toby walked up the staircase. "I wish I could meet Mr. Barker to." He voice was soft as she looked at the meat pies she had packed "But he's dead now." Mrs. Lovett said in a sorrowful voice.

In the bedroom

Mr. Todd awoke with a start from an unusual dream where he was watching someone being burned alive. He didn't know who it was, but it was the hardest thing to watch he could have sworn that it was Lucy he wasn't able to tell it was, but he heard her cries in his head. Benjamin Benjamin Benjamin

H e was broken out of his trance when the door to the bedroom creaked open, and Toby poked his head in. Mr. Todd looked at the small boy "Mum wanted me to wake you up. We're goin to leave within the hour so she wanted to make sure you'd be ready."

"Okay." Toby didn't move a muscle when Mr. Todd noticed this he almost pulled out his razor, but was too tired to do so. "Get out." his voice as sharp as his razors.

Mr. Todd got out of bed and put on a clean shirt. He went up to his shop to put one of his razors in the holster, just in case. When he went up to get one he noticed that one of his 'friends' were out of place and had a few rubies placed on the edge. He sneered at the thought of anyone but him using his razors.

He remembered then that Toby had had a fresh bandage on his hand. "Bloody child. Poking around where he shouldn't be, getting into people's property." Mr. Todd went on muttering and cursing Toby until he went down into the kitchen.

In the Kitchen Mrs. Lovett stood by the door in a blue and white dress, basket in hand, and Toby at her side with a bottle of gin in one hand and the other (the one that got cut) in his pocket.

"There you are love. We were just about to leave." Said Mrs. Lovett in her usual cheery tone. The three boarded the carriage and rode in silence, each having their own thoughts.

Mrs. Lovett fantasizing about how she may make her dream a reality, Mr. Todd hell-bent on revenge for the judge and now the boy for touching his razors, and Toby was watching every move Mr. Todd made wondering what was going on it that head of his.

A/N: long chapter. Sorry bout not posting the picnic scene up, but this is too long to add any more. Crappy ending but oh well I'll try to update soon. Plz review, and sorry to all of those who I annoyed with the Lovette Lovett problem but I fixed it so yeah! Sorry for any OOCness