Authors Note: Sorrrrrry this took so long. :D I haven't had internet for awhile, but I have had this finished. I also have the next chapter almost done... So enpugh of me, read on!

Disclaimer: I do not own the wonders of Sweeney Todd.

"Mr. T?" She asked, staring over at him. "Wot's wrong?"

"This is just awkward. Yesterday we fought and here we are today, acting like good friends."

"I know. I know I shoul' 'ate yeh fer throwin' me inter an oven, but I don't." She reached over to touch his hand but drew back when she felt flames lick her hand. "An' we can't even touch each other because of the damn pain."

"I don't even know why I was given' another chance to live." Sweeney muttered. "I don't deserve kindess like this."

"Neither do I." She mumbled. "But we 'ave this second chance, and we 'ave to make the best of it."

Sweeney smiled over at her, feeling his heart thud uneasily in his chest. He and Eleanor were friends, but could anything come between two people who were really dead? Especially ones who couldn't touch each other. He didn't know, but he was all too willing to find out.

As his business began and expanded, Sweeney realized all too much, with all the gentlemen he had been drawing in, that every one of them ogled Mrs. Lovett. He didn't understand why it bothered him so much, but the fact of the matter was that it did... terribley.

It took every ounce of self control to not slit their tender throats open.

"What is wrong with me?" He muttered, wiping the shaving cream off of the gleaming silver blade in his hand.

Love, idiot.

"Blasted voice," Sweeney muttered, clipping the razor back to his belt. "You're wrong. I don't love her... she was just my bloody accomplice."

And part-time lover...

"In your dreams." Sweeney spat.

Well seeing as how my dreams are yours...

Sweeney slammed the door shut to his shop and sulked his way down to Eleanor's salon.

"Well wot's wrong with yeh today Mr. T?" She asked the moment she saw him.

'I was just arguing with myself about my feelings for you.' He mumbled to himself. "Headache."

"Lemme' get yeh an aspirin."

"No it's alright. It's just been a long day." He paused. "I need a shower, so I guess I'll be seeing you tomorrow."

"Al-" Before she finished, he had already hurried out the door without a second glance. "Righ'."

He had hurried too quickly from the shop, obviously letting her know something was wrong, and it angered him. She would bother him all night until he told her... much like she had all those years ago."Mr. T, you gotta' leave this all behind yeh now. She's gone. Life is for the alive my dear-"

"That it is Eleanor." He whispered, unlocking the door to his apartment.

He dropped his jacket onto the floor and removed his shoes, sighing lightly. He hated everything about the era; all the technology he had to get used to, all those blasted women who looked like the old prostitutes on the streets of London, and especially the pies. The different flavors made over the years made him even more cautious to eat them... something about being afraid of finding residue of human left in them or what-not.

Sweeney was about to give in to the comfort of his couch when a knock came suddenley to the door, taking away the comfort he had just felt.Eleanor.

And yet as he opened the door, his high hopes of it being her dropped in an instant when a boisterous young woman smiled at him lightly, yet he saw he confusion when she saw no one there.

"Hello?" She asked, and he made sure to brush ever so lightly against her arm, whereas she could now see him clearly.

"Oh, hello, I'm Bailey Nox. I just moved in next door." She smiled shyly. "I've tried to greet all the rest of the neighbors, but no one else seems to be home..."

"It's alright." Sweeney muttered, extending and arm. "I'm Sweeney Todd."

"Are you foreign?" Bailey asked, taking his hand and shaking it lightly.

"I was born in London." Sweeney answered truthfully. He didn't need to say how long ago... right? "Now, why exactly were you trying to greet all of the neighbors?"

"I wanted to give them some wine I bought today as a "hello" gift, I suppose... but since they aren't here I don't know what to do with it all." The girl pouted her lips and Sweeney sucked in a deep breath. As tempting as she was... he couldn't...

"I prefer gin."

"Oh I have that too!" She held up a large brown bottle and smiled.

Sweeney had decided at that moment, to give into the temptation before him.

All for a bloody bottle of gin.

Eleanor was worried. Even when she arrived home, she couldn't sleep, not without first talking to Sweeney. But as she opened her door and walked towards his, she had wished at that moment, that she hadn't.

"Ooh Mr. Todd!" It was a girl's voice, and a girl, that couldn't be more than twenty-five or so.

"Humph." She heard Sweeney grunt, and her face flushed red.

Too many times had she wanted to have his name slip from her lips like that; too many times had she wished she could spend a night in his bed; and here he was with some whore, right across from her room...

"That's enough love, I can't take anymore to drink." Sweeney muttered.

"But we have another full bottle of gin!" The girl squealed lightly.

"Gin." The word was like venom from her lips as she knocked on the door, only to come face to face with the flushed blond.

"Who are you?" The girl asked, alcohol rolling from her lips.

"Funny, I was about ter ask yeh that." Eleanor growled, pushing past the girl. "Mr. Todd!"

He was sitting in the middle of the floor, the bottle of gin in one hand, and in the other, the girls somewhat lacy bra.

"Mrs. Lovett?" He asked, squinting.

She didn't hesitate to walk over to him. In fact, she was all too ready to beat the daylights out of him; instead she smacked her pale hand across his face, letting tears splotch her eyes.

"An' 'ere I wos all worried over nothin'!" She yelled, turning away, feeling the fire sting in her hand. "I 'ate yeh Mr. T."

With that, she charged out of the room, leaving a very drunk and confused Sweeney Todd behind her.

End Note: Once again, I am sorry for the wait. Please Review! Chapter 8 is almost finished!