Jamie woke up in the middle of the night from a frightening dream about Beadle Bamford. 'Barbering is not a lady's profession.' His words circled her head. The girl quickly sat up and put a hand on her chest. She turned onto her side and noticed Mr. Todd was still asleep, or he appeared to be. She wiped her eyes and lay back down on his arm. "Hush now Johanna." He muttered. 'Great. Now I really can't sleep.'
Out of all things, a light sigh that left her mouth caused his eyes to open. "What are you doing up? Only twelve." "It was just a dream. Something wrong." The barber blinked and felt her forehead. "I think most of it is that you're warm." Jamie blushed. "I guess so..wait what?" The covers were pulled down her body and a light blue blanket replaced them. "Now go to sleep." Jamie rolled her eyes then yawned. 'Well that went well.'
Six hours later, Mr. T woke up and glared out the window. The sky was dark and cloudy. 'Least she's not awake yet.' He thought.
Toby happily woke up and got out of bed, waiting for Mr. Todd to close the bathroom door. The boy then quietly walked into the bedroom to wake Jamie. He smiled and jumped onto the mattress. Jamie groaned and rose her head. "What the he.." She thankfully dropped her sentence when she realized it was Toby. "Jeez. What are you doing up at this hour?" "Ms. Lovett is still sleeping." The girl rolled her eyes. "And so you decide to bug me instead?" The boy innocently smiled. "Uggh. Come on then." She stood up and fixed her nightgown. Toby followed her to the kitchen. "You look pretty in that night dress Jamie."
Jamie smiled and took a clean plate from the cabinet and put two pancakes on it before setting it on the table. She lightly blushed. "Oh. Thank you love." She handed the boy a fork. "Can I ha.." He stopped. 'I don't want to scare her again.' "What's up?" "N..Never mind." He shrugged and ate.
The girl sighed then blinked. 'I hope Anthony's alright after that mishap from yesterday. My head hurts though.' "Jamie?" She shook her head and looked at him. 'Keep your patience. He's only a boy.' "What is it love?" She sat down at the booth with him.
"You know there's nothing I wouldn't do for you." The girl felt her head. "That's nice to hear." "You're not sick right?" He frowned and set his plate in the sink and got her a glass of water. "Just a bit dizzy is all. Thank you."
"Nice to hear you two are getting along." Ms. Lovett walked in and dusted the counters, fully dressed for the day. "Hi mum." She smiled at him then looked at the girl. 'Mr. T got that for her didn't he?' Jamie stood up and went to dress as well. Mr. T walked past her and she shivered. 'I j..No. Just no.'
"Morning Mr. T." Ms. Lovett smiled and Toby blinked. 'Jamie please hurry back.' The girl came back and put on her shoes. Mr. T just stared at her. Jamie tilted her head in response while disposing her bandage. "I'll be right up. Go." He whispered. 'Okay whatever.' She walked out and bumped into something, or someone. "Oh. I'm sorry. Jamie was it?" She kept walking in a panic. "Wait up!" He grabbed her hand and turned her to face him. Jamie started to pant, and it was noticeable.
"Hey calm down. I'm not going to hurt you." She stayed quiet. "Rough beginning last night. Kinda went too heavy on the ale. My apology. I'm Cameron." His dark black hair blew softly in the wind. "Can you let go of me please?" "Sorry about that." He let go of her wrist. "So you're a barber?" 'Don't press your luck flirting with me.' She just nodded. "I have to go." "Wait." "What?" She narrowed her eyes. "Woah. I'm not trying to ask you out or anything. Anthony and I were just passing by." She looked up as he crossed the street towards them. "Great." She followed the barber up the staircase and closed the door. "Well she's independent." Cameron shrugged and walked off. "That's what I told you." Anthony walked beside him. "No kidding."
Mr. T then locked the door then put a screwdriver in her right hand. Jamie gripped it then rose an eyebrow. "I'm no better with carpentry Mr. Todd." "Just do as I say and you'll be fine." "Okay. I guess so." She shrugged and walked backwards to him then turned around. "Can I be nosy?" He knelt down and began to saw the arm rests of the chair. "I mean we've been working together for a while and.." Jamie casually spoke. "You just don't stop talking do you?" She gulped then scratched the back of her head.
'Certainly don't want the silent treatment from her.' "Alright. Start by fastening these wheels with these screws." Four wheels and a tiny box were slid over to her. "Uhh..Okay." "I'm not going to risk breaking my back." Jamie hummed. "Well that's reasonable isn't it?" She lay on her stomach and started the project. Mr. Todd continued his. "What's this all about Mr. T?" He roughly coughed then cleared his throat. "Hiding the truth." "Huh." She accidentally poked herself with a screw and quietly swore.
"Well I wouldn't recommend putting his body on display in the streets. Not like anyone will find him." The barber looked at her as he started to saw a hole in the floor. 'Don't ask. Wait. Oh! That must lead to the bakehouse.' Jamie shook her head and began to fasten the last two wheels. "Jamie?" "Yes sir?" "Look at me." She poked herself again then turned her head with her finger in her mouth. "Ow. Yes?"
He didn't say anything and sat on the other side of the chair, installing some kind of pedal. Jamie groaned then stood up. "Anything else Mr. T?" "Yes." He hooked up a few wires to the wheels. 'Please don't say gin.' "Dust up these cushions will you?" Jamie sighed and brushed them with her sleeves. She coughed a little then sighed. "That it?"
"Test this for me. Stand right there." He pointed to the center of the square. Jamie gulped then scowled. "Are you mad? That drop will kill me!" "Exactly." She then blushed. "I'm kidding. I was only kidding. Come here love." He walked over to her and she quickly backed up. "Jamie." 'That does it.' "Benjamin." Mr. Todd swiped a razor off the desk and pulled her into the chair. "Mention that name again." He whispered and held a razor just inches away from her neck. Jamie hiccupped. "I dare you."
The girl closed her eyes and panted. "I'm..sorry." She clenched her teeth as the razor was now only a few centimeters. "Are you?" He rose an eyebrow. "Yes. That name shall never leave my lips again." "Okay then." He slowly took back his razor and helped her to her feet. She sighed and felt her head. "So uh, how does this work exactly?" Jamie asked in a still shaky tone.
"I shouldn't have threatened you like that." He put his hands at her waist. She looked down then found her head against his waist. Jamie and Mr. Todd then kissed. "Jamie." His warm breath beat down on her neck. "Yes Mr. T?" "Why don't you unlock the door and we'll start the shift?" She sighed as their lips separated and opened it. Anthony rushed in trying to catch his breath.
Jamie moderately shrieked and fell back with a hand on her heart. The barber quickly caught her. 'For god's sake love.' She stood up and cleared her throat as if nothing happened. "Anthony. Hello." He blinked then shook his head. "Mr. Todd." "What is it Anthony?" The boy came into the room. "I mean Jamie." He turned to her. "What is it?" She closed the door. "Court is this Friday. At four. I happened to get one of crew members to provide extra watch." Jamie folded her arms. "Alright. Now what about the lock picking?" "I need more practice but I can't find a door to test."
His remark made Jamie smirk. "Anthony. Aren't you amusing." Mr. Todd rolled his eyes. "Return back here at five thirty. After the shop closes. Don't be late." "Yes sir. Thank you!" He left down the staircase.
"Couldn't find a door." She rolled her eyes and picked up a razor. "He's a sailor. Not a locksmith." Jamie shrugged. "Yes. Doors are quite rare these days aren't they?" Mr. T rolled his eyes. "Stop." She turned her head. "What?" The door then opened again and Jamie gulped. "Mr. Todd?" 'I thought it was the judge. What a relief.' The girl lightly smiled. "At your service." Jamie took off his coat before he sat down in the chair. 'Well he did say Mr. Todd so I'll just stand aside.'
While the barber worked, Jamie sharpened the razors and thought about Johanna. 'She must be very pretty from what Anthony had said. Prettier than me haha. No contest here. At least he's happy.' The man stood up and left, resulting in Mr. T walking over to her. "What's up Mr. T?" She looked up into the mirror and met his reflection as well. Jamie half smiled and moved his hands onto her stomach.
"You're nervous." He slowly rocked her back and forth. "No I'm not." She looked to the ground. He lifted her head back up and took his hands back. "I won't scare you again." "We'll see." Jamie grabbed the broom and walked to the end of the room.
The barber wiped off his razor and sat down in his chair. 'Course.' Jamie opened the door to sweep the dust out and covered her mouth to cough. She set the broom in the corner. "Gin Mr. Todd?" "Yes." The door closed behind her and she entered the pie shop. Toby was helping Ms. Lovett set pies on a clear display case. The girl shrugged and set five shot cups on a tray.
"That looks nice mum! Letting people see them might spark business. What do you think Jamie?" She filled the cups then looked up. "It does look nice!" The girl smiled and brought the tray upstairs.
Mr. Todd rose his head and took two. Jamie set the tray on the blue chest and sighed as he handed one to her. "I don't drink Mr. Todd." 'Did I tell him this already or no?' "Alright." She set the glass on the dresser. "End results fit quite nicely Mr. Todd." She looked at the arm rests of the chair. He got up and walked to the large window, looking down at the streets. Jamie shrugged and sat on the chest, fixing the cuffs of her sleeves.
"You don't suppose the Beadle will be strolling by this evening Mr. T?" He blinked and continued to stare below. "Mr. Todd?" She spoke quieter and stood next to him. "Open the chest." He whispered. Jamie barely understood and did so. Pirelli's now rotting corpse made her turn away in disgust. "Ew." She covered her mouth and Mr. T walked over. "Don't be such a girl." He dragged the italian's body into the chair. "I am a girl!" The barber ignored her. "Step on that pedal there." She tilted her head. "Wasn't this your idea though?" "Your kill. Your responsibility." Mr. Todd smirked. "Huh." Her right foot pressed the pedal and the chair tilted back, opening the square and the body collapsed onto the bake house floor. His head decapitated and a gruesome puddle of blood followed. 'Blood never scared me. Just my own death does.' "Good." Jamie sighed.
"Good." He patted her shoulder once. "No hard feelings Mr. T?" Jamie turned to face him. "Course not love." The shop started to turn dark as the sun began to set. They slowly moved their heads to kiss but were interrupted minutes later by Anthony. "Mr. To.." The two quickly separated. Jamie blushed. "Oh. I'm sorry." The girl shook her head. "Did you bring the lock pick?" The boy dug into his coat pocket and took it out. "Yes." "Good. Now I'll lock it. Stay there."
Jamie opened the blinds and locked the door. Anthony went to practice. "Jamie." Her eyes focused on the doorknob. "Yeah?" There was a loud click and Anthony came in. "Oh my god. You did it! Nice work." "Deed is only half done." He shrugged. "I'll find you later in the week alright?" "Wait. Practice a bit more. Better be safe then sorry." "I have to get back to the dock. Can I try again tomorrow Mr. Todd?" The barber was a little unsure but nodded. She nodded with a smile. "Okay. Good night." He smiled back and closed the door.
Mr. Todd sighed. 'She'll be fine. She'll be fine.' He locked the door. Jamie followed the barber out to the pie shop. Toby smiled and Ms. Lovett turned her head. "There you two are. All went well today?" The girl nodded and went to put on her nightgown. The boy left to put his pajamas on too, leaving Ms. Lovett into an outburst of jealousy. "You bought 'er that nightdress didn't you?" The barber blinked. "Yes. I did. And?" "And? Am I not worth your time?" "It's a different matter. I'm not discussing it." The baker walked after him and stopped in front of him. "Pet, it's not important." "It's important to me!" She started to tear up. "I love you Sweeney." He groaned and rested her head in his chest. "Hush now pet. Hush."
Toby sat on the bed and noticed Jamie spinning in a circle in front of a slightly cracked mirror. He clapped and smiled. "Do that again!" Jamie giggled and spun in another circle, letting the breeze control the rise and fall of her gown. "Can you sleep in here tonight?" She blushed. "Uhh.." She turned her head and noticed Ms. Lovett with her makeup a bit smudged. Mr. Todd brought her to their bedroom. 'Probably jealousy again.' "Sure. I don't like sleeping on the floor." She lay on the right side of the bed. Toby lay next to her with a smile. "Night Jamie." She quietly yawned and closed her eyes. "Good night Toby. Sleep tight."