A/N: I do not own Sweeney Todd or any of the characters in it. I do own Amelia Jenkins though. Ya know, looking back at everything I have written, I have realized that I need to re-read everything before I post it. Haha. And usually, I don't really plan out what I am going to type. I just make it up as I go along and try to keep it in character. But yes, on with the story as always haha.

When the yelling stopped, Amelia was standing right in front of Mrs. Lovett's Meat Pie Emporium. She groaned, but walked inside. She acted as if she didn't know who Sweeney was and walked up to Mrs. Lovett. "Wot's goin on? I heard someone yell." she said, trying to sound as concerned as she could. "Come with me." Mrs. Lovett said, dragging Amelia into the shop. "That's Benjamin Barker, that is!" she whispered excitedly. Amelia's eyes widened in fake surprise. "Really? He escaped?"

"Yes, he did. But right now, wot I wanna know is where have you been for 15 years?" Mrs. Lovett said suspectingly. "Decided that I should prob'ly move. Went ta different places, but I realized that there's no place like London." she lied. "Oh. Okay. I kinda missed yer company while ya were gone. Ya could've told me though. I started ta worry, thinkin that you got sent ta bloody Australia too." Mrs. Lovett said. "Yer right, Nellie. I shoulda told ya. I'm sorry." Amelia said, kindly smiling. They walked back into the parlor and Nellie said, "Sweeney, ya remember Amelia, don't ya?"

Amelia gave Sweeney a look as to say "play along" and he said, "Yes I remember her. Doubt she remembers me though."

"How could someone ferget you?" Amelia said, smiling. "Well, come on. I'll take ya upstairs. Got somethin I wanna show ya." she said, and Sweeney and Amelia followed. They went into Benjamin's old shop and Amelia looked around. "Wait, somethins missin..." she said. "Oh, dear, I forgot ta tell ya. Lucy poisoned herself. And Turpin took Joannah." Nellie said, sadly. Amelia gasped as Sweeney lifted the blanket on Joannah's old crib. Soon, Nellie started to knock on one of the floorboards. She lifted it up and watched her pick up an object wrapped in red velvet. She beckoned Sweeney to walk over to where she was. She unwrapped the object and Amelia saw it was a very familiar box. Sweeney took the box and Nellie said, "I hid them, when they came for the girl."

Sweeney opened the box, revealing six razors, shining as if they were just bought. "My, them blades is chased silver, ain't they?" Nellie said staring at the razors. "Silver, yes." Sweeney whispered. Then Sweeney started talking about how his razors are his friends (I don't want to write the duet part, heh.). He looked over his shoulder to Nellie and said, "Leave me."

Nellie and Amelia started walking off, but Sweeney said, "Not you." and Amelia stopped in her tracks. Nellie glared at Amelia and slammed the door, cursing. Amelia shrugged and Sweeney said, "At last, my arm is complete again!"

Sweeney turned around and looked at Amelia. Amelia saw the pain in his eyes and turned away from him, walking towards the vanity. "You lied to Mrs. Lovett?"

"Wot?" Amelia said, turning around, confused. "About where you have been for fifteen years?" Sweeney said. She nodded. "Why is it that you didn't want me to leave?" Amelia said. Sweeney walked up closer to her and said softly, "How did you know where I was?"

"Well, on the ship, ya said 'Fleet Street' an' I figured ya would go where yer old shop was, and also, I followed ya." Amelia said, unafraid. "Hmm, very interesting. And how did ya get here so fast when I yelled?" Sweeney asked. "Cause, me shop is down the street, along with me home." She said, looking straight at him. Sweeney started to pace. "Okay, so from now on, yer to live here." he said, stopping. Amelia jerked her head towards him and said, "Wot?!"

"Well, I need someone ta help me plan out me revenge on Turpin, and since you and Lucy knew each other, I'm sure ya want in on it also. And even if ya weren't ta live here, I would want ya to come over here anyway to help me plan, so why not just live here?" Sweeney said. "Ya want me ta help you? And to live here? I don't think Nellie would want me here after ya kicked her outta here and told me ta stay..." Amelia said. "Who cares what that woman thinks? You are ta live here, and if she has anythin ta say about it, she'll have ta answer ta me." Sweeney said. Amelia nodded and said, "I understand, but there's one thing I wanna know. Wots the real reason why ya want me ta be here ta help you?"

"Well... Because... because... uhh... Well because I want ya to!" Sweeney stammered. When he realized what he said, he growled at his mistake. He didn't want her to know that. He slowly looked at her and saw that she was blushing. "Well, Sweeney, if ya want me here, then that's where I'll be." Amelia said. Sweeney nodded. She started to walk off when Sweeney said, "Um, where do ya think yer goin?"

"Well, if I'm goin ta be livin here, then I need ta get some clothes, eh?" She said. "That can wait till tomorrow. It's almost dark anyway. And you'll be sleepin up here." Sweeney said. "W-with you?" she stuttered. Sweeney cocked his eyebrow and said, "Yes. It's not like I'd try ta pull anythin."

"I know that. I know that deep down, there's still some of Benjamin in there." Amelia said, putting her hand on his shoulder. She walked over to the window and leaned against it. "One problem."

"Wot?" Sweeney said. "Don't have anythin ta sleep in. Dresses are very uncomfortable ta sleep in, ya know." She said. Sweeney paused and then said, "Wait here."

He walked out of his shop, leaving Amelia alone. He walked into Mrs. Lovett's shop and found her bedroom. He knocked on the door and she said, "Come in?"

Sweeney opened the door and said, "Do ya have an extra nightgown?"

"Love, I didn't know ya wore those!" Nellie said. "It's not fer me. It's fer Amelia. She'll be livin here from now on. I want her to be me apprentice fer when I get the shop opened back up." Sweeney said. Nellie looked angry, but stood up and walked over to her dresser. She pulled out a black gown and tossed it to Sweeney. He nodded and walked back to his shop. When he walked in, he saw that Amelia was already sleeping. He walked over to her and shook her shoulder as gently as he could. "Ow." Amelia said, opening her eyes. "Sorry, not used ta bein gentle anymore. Here's that nightgown." he said, handing the gown to her. "Oh, thank you. Um, can you turn around real quick?" she said. He turned around and moments later she said, "Okay. I'm dressed."

Sweeney turned around and held a gasp. When he saw her, she was completely radiant, even if she was in a nightgown. Her skin was slightly pale, but there was some color to it. Her hair was down. It barely touched her shoulders, but he thought it was beautiful. He looked at her face. The bone structure in her face was beyond perfection. And her skin. Her skin looked so soft. "Sweeney? Why are ya starin at me?" Amelia said, laughing a bit. "Sorry." Sweeney said, his voice only a mere whisper. She smiled at him and said, "Well I am goin ta bed, love. G'night."

"Good night." Sweeney said. Amelia layed in the bed and thought of how he was staring at her. It didn't bother her, but she just wondered why. As she started to doze off, she felt pressure on the bed. She looked over and saw Sweeney laying beside her, shirtless. He didn't notice her looking at him. He was just staring at the ceiling.

God, she looks so beautiful.

Yes, that she does. Makes ya wonder how she has never gotten married, eh?

Yes. She should be married by now, but remember that she has been on a ship for fifteen years.

Oh yeah. Forgot. I'm gonna say this and it might piss you off, but I think she is more beautiful than Lucy. I mean, her face is soft, but strong. And she shows a strongness in her eyes. Lucy never had that strong look. And you and I both know that Amelia can take care of herself.

Yes. She can. And there is a big difference between her and Lucy, except for their kindness. And they both see the good in people. Amelia doesn't trust many people though. That's one thing that I truly admire about her.

Yes. I guess that is one reason why ya want her ta help ya with the revenge against Turpin?

Not just that. She's smart, and sneaky.

Coudln't agree more, mate. And she seems hurt by Lucy's death. Pretty hurt, in fact.

Yes, but she has a good way of hiding emotions.

Like you?

I guess so. And plus, she was friends with Lucy. But sometimes, I wish I knew what goes on in that head of her's. I wish I knew how she felt.

About you?

In a way, yes. But mainly I just wish I could see behind the mask, ya know?

I know. And maybe she's wonderin the same thing bout you. You should get some shut-eye.

Yes, I should.

Sweeney rolled onto his side and saw that Amelia was looking at him. "What?" he said. "Just thinkin. Didn't notice I was still lookin at ya. I'm sorry." she said softly. "What were ya thinkin about?" Sweeney said. "Just wonderin why she would do it. I don't understand." she said. Sweeney could tell that she was holding back tears. "I wish I knew too." he said softly. He pushed some of the hair out of her face and she said, "We should get some rest."

"Yes, we should. Good night." he said. "Good night." Amelia said, yawning. Soon they both fell into a dreamless sleep. When Amelia woke up, Sweeney's arm was around her waist. She looked at him and said, "Sweeney, get up."

He opened his eyes and said, "What is it?"

"I can't get up without waking you up. One, you're on the outside, and two, your arm is around me." she said laughing. "Oh, sorry." Sweeney said, getting up. Amelia stood up and walked to the window. Sweeney layed back in bed and said, "Will you wake me back up later?"

"Mhm." Amelia said and Sweeney fell back alseep. Amelia changed back into the dress she was wearing the day before and continued to stare out the window. Soon Sweeney woke back up and said, "I'm surprised Mrs. Lovett hasn't come up here botherin me."

As soon as he said that, Mrs. Lovett walked in and said, "We're goin inta town today. I have ta take ya to that eye-talian barber."

Sweeney nodded and got ready. Soon the three of them (one of them slightly unhappy about Amelia coming) started to head into town.