A/N: I am so terribly sorry that it's so long that I updated. I really have no excuse. But here I am now, with another chapter! *smiles nervously*

Disclaimer: Do you think I'd be writing fanfiction if I owned Sweeney Todd? No? That is correct. I would have made my fantasies reality. So there!

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As the rare London sun streamed through Mrs. Lovett's window, Sweeney was awoken by something shaking him. He opened his eyes to find Mrs. Lovett on her knees next to him, bouncing up and down.

"Wake up Mr. T!" she shouted, "We 'ave tons ta do today!"

Mr. Todd groaned and rolled over. "Go away." he mumbled.

"Mr. Todd!" she protested, "Please?"

"No."

"Look ya great git," said Mrs. Lovett losing patience, "Don't you want to check on Johanna?"

Upon hearing his daughter's name mentioned, Sweeney sat up abruptly. Eleanor smiled in satisfaction as he jumped out of bed. "S'what I thought." she muttered with a smirk.

The two of them left the bedroom and Mrs. Lovett reached for Mr. Todd's hand. Reluctantly, he took it and they made their way down the hall towards the back room. Suddenly, Nellie felt her other hand being held. She turned to find Beetlejuice standing next to her, holding her left hand tightly in his rough, gray one. With a shriek, she ripped it from his grasp.

"What's wrong?" asked Beetlejuice with a smirk of rotting teeth, "Didn't ya miss me?"

Mr. Todd glared and pulled Mrs. Lovett to him. "Of course we didn't!" he snapped, "Now leave."

"No can do buck-o," answered Beetlejuice, "I don't wanna."

Mrs. Lovett squeezed her eyes shut. "Then would you at least stay in the parlor?" she asked with a sigh.

Beetlejuice nodded, and with a wink, zipped away.

"I had forgotten about him." Sweeney said grimly when the bio-exorcist had left.

"Me too." answered Nellie miserably, "We 'ave got to figure out 'ow to get rid of 'im."

The back room door opened and a sleepy Johanna peeked out of it. "Hello." she said with a sad smile, "I do hope you slept better than I did."

Mrs. Lovett and Mr. Todd exchanged somewhat guilty glances. "Er, yes well, we need to talk about that." said Mr. Todd.

"Mr. T!" gasped Mrs. Lovett, "No we do not!"

"Not about that Mrs. Lovett!" Mr. Todd answered, shocked, "I meant about Beetlejuice."

"Oh," said Nellie with a blush, "Right."

After the pair had filled Johanna in on pretty much everything, the girl shook her head.

"So you called him up, and now you want to get rid of him?" she asked

"Well yes," answered Mrs. Lovett, "Can't you see why?"

Johanna nodded. "Yes I do." she said, "And you're certain that the only way to send him away is to give him what he wants?"

"As far as we know." Mrs. Lovett said with a sigh, "The only problem is finding out what it is."

Johanna rested her chin in her hand. After a moment, her thoughts were interrupted by a groan. On the floor, Anthony was slowly regaining consciousness. Johanna let out a small gasp and dropped to her knees, cradling the sailor's head in her lap.

"Anthony?" she called softly, "Anthony, can you here me?"

Anthony's eyes slowly opened and he jumped with a start. "Where is it?" he asked frantically.

"You mean Beetlejuice?" asked Mr. Todd from overhead.

"Mr. Todd?" Anthony asked, rubbing his eyes, "Johanna, am I dead?"

"No you're not dearie," Mrs. Lovett spoke up, "But Mr. T and I are."

Anthony shook his head in disbelief. "I don't under-"

"Anthony, we have more important things to discuss," interrupted Johanna, "There's this thing, the one you saw last night, and he's in this house. Mr. Todd and his landlady-"

"Mrs. Lovett." cut in Nellie.

"Mrs. Lovett," continued Johanna, "Are going to try to get rid of him. The only way they can do that is to find out what he wants most. So as you can see, we need to find out what that thing is."

Mr. Todd crossed his arms. "And we expect you to help!" he said firmly.

Anthony blinked. "I must be going mad." he muttered, "I must be!"

"Love, everyone in this world's mad," said Mrs. Lovett, "And if they ain't, there's something seriously wrong with them."

The sailor sat up and shook his head. "I still can't believe-"

"Oh shut it already!" snapped Sweeney, "We don't have time for your disbelief. In fact, we don't even want it. So either help us or go hide in the back room so we don't have to drag your bloody carcass down the hall again when you pass out!"

Mrs. Lovett, Johanna and Anthony all stared at him in shock. Then, Mrs. Lovett, shaking her head said, "Well that's that then. Let's go see what we can do with our guest."

The three followed the baker back up the hall, Anthony pinching his arm to see if he was dreaming. They reached the parlor, where Beetlejuice was busy pulling threads out of the sofa. Upon seeing the two women, his eyes lit up and he rubbed his hands together.

"Heeelooo ladies!" he said gleefully, "Finally warm up ta me did ya?"

Johanna tried to suppress a shudder, but Mrs. Lovett made no effort to hide hers. Beetljuice waltzed over to the blonde and grinned.

"Why aren't ya the smokiest gal I seen in a mighty loooooong time!" he said, "Say, how's about you and me ditch this place?"

"Thank you but no," answered Johanna shakily, trying to turn away. But Beetlejuice wouldn't have it. He grabbed her arms and pulled her closer to him. "No, let me go!" cried Johanna.

Just then, it clicked in Mrs. Lovett's eminently practical brain what the man wanted most. Pretty women. She didn't wait to think things through after that; Johanna's cries made it difficult. So with a pat of her hair, she leaned over and whispered into Beetlejuice's ear.

"Why waste your time with 'er?"

Beetlejuice froze, and then turned to face Mrs. Lovett.

"Ya suggestin' something different?" he asked slowly

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not." answered Mrs. Lovett with a seductive shrug.

"And if ya are?"

"Wouldn't you love to find out?"

Beetlejuice smirked and Mrs. Lovett batted her eyelashes. Meanwhile, Sweeney had finally caught on to Mrs. Lovett's plan, but was still very uncomfortable with her flirting with anyone but himself. It took all of his willpower not to smack the bio-exorcist and take his Nellie as far away as possible from this creep.

As Beetlejuice took Mrs. Lovett by the shoulders and roughly began to lead her from the room, she stopped him. "Just before we leave," she exclaimed melodramatically, "One kiss is all I ask!"

Beetlejuice, oblivious to her scheme chuckled. "Eager are we?" he asked. Mrs. Lovett nodded with a sigh, closing her eyes. She leaned closer to him and puckered her lips.

Just when the pair were centimeters apart, Sweeney yelled.

"Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beeltjuice!"

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I know, a cliff hanger. But I have like no time anymore, and I wanted to stop here. Please show me that you still love me even though I fail to update regularly by leaving a review! :D