a/n umm…sorry if Mrs. Lovett was out of character last chapter but hey, I'd be pretty pissed if I ran into the woman who stole my daughter! Thank you to my four faithful R&R'ers who reviewed last chapter. Would love some more for this chapter (caveman speak is ok too ; ) And if you wonderful people don't mind, could you stop by my other Sweeney Todd story, My Immortal? It's only like 630 words, and I need to know how you guys like my first attempt at songfic. Cookies to anyone who reviews either of my stories

Rating is still T but murders start in this chapter, let me know if it should be M.

Words in italics are written by Stephen Sondheim. Words in bold italics are written by me based off the work of Stephen Sondheim. Words in underlined italicsare from Enchanted, just for this chapter. Regular text is just spoken. Just to clarify.

Disclaimer: I DO own Sweeney Todd. He's on the shirt I wore yesterday. Ok I only wish I owned Sweeney Todd and the characters. I only own the story. I also own Lindsey, Amaria, and the Wrights.

Chapter Eight

Outside the small cell where Sweeney Todd was now residing, wind was howling and rain began to pour through the small window. He could not believe he was in this position again. But this time, he had not been taken away on a false charge. He deserved his stay here. But he could not go back to Australia! It had been nearly two hours since he had been arrested. Lindsey was right he thought I needed someone to look after me. He felt so stupid. Amaria had tried to fight against the four men who had come, but she was no match. Though strong, she was very small. He prayed she was still alive.

He wondered if the girls and Anthony had even noticed he was gone yet. Were they still in the market? He hadn't seen them as he was dragged through the streets. Had they returned home yet?

The thought that struck him most as he paced back and forth in the tiny cell was this: he missed his family. But it wasn't Lucy that he was missing, no. It was Johanna, Lindsey, Amaria, and most of all, Mrs. Lovett. Amaria was absolutely right about her. She was his light in the storm, and he worried he'd never see her again. He thought back to when they danced, as he whirled he about her small shop, he realized he was truly content with her in his arms.

"You're in my arms
And all the world is calm
The music playing on for only two
So close together
And when I'm with you
So close to feeling alive

A life goes by
Romantic dreams will stop
So I bid mine goodbye and never knew
So close was waiting, waiting here with you
And now forever I know
All that I wanted to hold you
So close

So close to reaching that famous happy end
Almost believing this was not pretend
And now you're beside me and look how far we've come
So far we are so close

How could I face the faceless days
If I should lose you now?
We're so close
To reaching that famous happy end
And almost believing this was not pretend
Let's go on dreaming for we know we are
So close
So close
And still so far"

The storm outside worsened. Sweeney felt absolutely helpless. He slumped to the ground and stared at a small hole at the base of the stone wall. It was taunting him, for no man was small enough to slip through it. He was trapped. He lifted his eyes to the door, still hoping someone was coming for him. But how would he avoid recapture? He would need a new name. Actually, he could become Benjamin Barker all over again, start over as the mild mannered person he originally was.

A small mew made him shift his gaze back to the hole in the wall. A small black and white kitten, soaking wet, made its way through the hole. He shook his head about, sending off a small cloud of water droplets. Sweeney gently reached down to stroke the cat's head. The cat began to purr and nestled itself into Sweeney's lap before falling asleep. He smiled, slightly. He was utterly surprised at how alone he was. There was no guard outside his cell and, from what he could see, no guard outside the prison. Although, the cell he was in was fairly secure. He hadn't a prayer of getting out of it.

Mrs. Lovett, Johanna, and Amaria had returned inside the bar when the weather got horrible. "I do hope the others are alright," Johanna said.

"As do I," Mrs. Lovett replied. "So, you and Anthony married did you?"

Johanna looked slightly uncomfortable. "Well…yes…but…can I trust you Mrs. Lovett?"

"Of course dear. And you may call me Nellie, if you like."

"Well…Nellie…the truth is, I don't really love him. I only married him because he was a way out, a promise of freedom from the judge. I barely even know him, and now I'm married to him!"

Mrs. Lovett pondered this before responding. "Well love, I didn't really love my husband, Albert, when we first married. It was an arranged marriage, and I didn't know him that well either."

"Did you ever learn to love him?" Johanna asked.

Mrs. Lovett began to respond, but Amaria cut in. "Of course not." She studied Nellie's face. "He wasn't good to you, was he?"

Mrs. Lovett shook her head. "He was a rather large man and was quick to strike when angry. I was actually relieved he died before Lindsey was born. I wasn't sure what he would do to a baby. Died three days prior to her birth. I was relived, even though it meant I had to give birth all on my own. But that's all past now."

Johanna nodded. "So do you think I'll ever learn to love Anthony?"

"I can't say love…you never know. These things take time."

Amaria was staring out the window. "Dees weather. It is unnatural. I do not know if we should still be here. We may need to go home."

Johanna spoke up. "We can't leave! We have to wait for the others to get back and rescue Mr. Todd." She still couldn't call him her father.

"I don't know," Amaria replied, "I am beginning to worry."

"Nonsense!" Mrs. Lovett said. "I'm sure everyone is alright!" But deep down inside, she was beginning to worry too.

Lindsey Lovett was uncontrollably angry at the sky. Her skin, hair, and clothing were completely soaked. The wind was near blowing her over. She could barely see through the rain. "Who invented hurricanes anyway?" she muttered angrily. But she would not give up. Mr. Todd needed her help. And because of that, she kept pressing one. She began to sing herself a little song. A little angry song.

"I've been all over England, seen much weather. From snow in the summer to the rainy winter days. BUT THERE'S BEEN NOTHING LIKE THIS HURRICANE! NO THERE'S NOTHING LIKE THIS BLOODY HURRICANE!! It has to end soon. The side of the storm will pass. The eye will bring calm. There's a person on this earth I'm going to kill, whoever invented hurricanes I swear I will, because I'm soaked to the bone and I'm freezing too and I'm blinded now by water. The bloody prison has to be here somewhere…" And finally, she spotted it. It was a small stone building, completely unprotected. As she approached it, she prayed the door was unlocked. Miraculously, it was.

Inside were three small cells. Two were empty. One contained the hunched figure of Sweeney Todd. He looked completely resigned, completely helpless. "Lose faith in me already have ya Mr. T?"

His head shot up. "Lindsey! You came!" He raced over to the front of the cell, carefully lifting the cat from his lap.

Lindsey grinned. "A'course I came. You didn't think I'd desert you, did you?"

"Of course not," he said, smiling back. "Now how do you propose you get me out of here?"

"Easy," she said. She pulled a pin from her mess of red hair. She stuck it in the lock and turned until it clicked and swung open. For a moment the two stood, staring at each other. Then, without warning, Lindsey flung her arms around Sweeney. "I was so worried," she said. A small mew made her look down. She lifted the tiny cat off the ground. "Who's this?"

Sweeney smiled. "Just a little friend. Put him in that bag of yours, make sure he stays dry."

The two began to brave the harsh winds and rains of the hurricane and the worst began to roll ashore. As they stepped outside, Lindsey fell forward, throwing her arms around Sweeney's waist to steady herself. "You ok?" he asked.

"I can't stand in these winds, how are we going to make it back?"

"Together. That's how," he replied. "Where are the others?"

"Well," she said, still bracing herself against the storm, "Mum, Johanna, and Amaria stayed back at the bar, and Anthony and Toby came with me…Toby's the one who turned you in by the way."

"I figured as much," he muttered.

"Well anyway, we ran into Samuel Wright. He killed Anthony, but I killed him."

"Ah. That's…sad was lost Anthony. I was wondering where this came from," he said, wiping the blood from her cheek. "Now come one, I think I can support you, we have to start walking."

But walking was not easy through this storm. Lindsey kept almost falling over. Holding onto the bag was hard and the cat kept mewing, wondering what was going on. When a piece of driftwood came flying towards them, Sweeney accidently let go of Lindsey. The driftwood caught him in the head, and he fell unconscious, the cat's bag safely in his hands. Lindsey fell to the ground and collapsed as she hit a rock on the ground. They were at the mercy of the storm.

a/n again, thanks for the reviews. Hope you guys liked this chapter!! Please review! And again, if you have time, check out my little songfic, but PLEASE NO FLAMES! I know it sucks pretty bad.