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The razor plunged deep into the Judge's neck.

For Lucy.

Sweeney ripped the razor from his flesh before stabbing him once again.

For Johanna.

A third stab that dug deeper than the previous two.

For Abby.

Blood sprayed onto his face, tricking down his skin, each time the razor dug into the Judge's flesh.

For all the pain you caused.

The final dig was the deepest, remaining there for the longest.

For Benjamin Barker.

Turpin stared at him hopelessly, his body jerking back and forth as animal-like noises escaped his mouth.

Sweeney stood in front of him, sneering at the pathetic attempts to plead for mercy.

Silent, he drew his arm back.

In one, quick movement, the razor slid across Turpin's throat and ended his life.

Sweeney didn't wait a moment longer; stamping on the pedal, Turpin was sent flying backwards into the dark abyss.

Gone.

Dead.

The barber stood for a long moment, blood dripping from his face, and stared at the spot in which Turpin had died.

He sank to his knees, overcome by exhaustion.

Silence.

Holding the razor in his hands, Sweeney stared down at it.

"Rest now, my friend," He sung softly, breaking the silence. "Rest now forever. Sleep now the untroubled sleep of the angels."

There was silence once more as he reverently set the razor on the chair in front of him, staring at it.

The demons were silenced, the ghosts were gone.

"It's done."


Mrs Lovett grimaced as the body of Turpin hit the ground.

She knew that, before long, Sweeney would join her, and the pair would dispose of the body before they left.

"Sorted you out good and proper, didn't 'e?" She screwed her nose up at the body. "Good on 'im, I say."

The baker folded her arms, glaring down at Turpin as she remembered all the times he had insulted and hurt and scared her.

His taunts only increased when Benjamin left, often commenting on how her supposed friend had abandoned her, leaving her to look after the children. Turpin liked to suggest that perhaps Benjamin had also gotten bored of Mrs Lovett's 'services'.

She never rose to it though. God only knows she wanted nothing more than to turn around and wipe the filthy smirk of his face, but Mrs Lovett always remained calm.

Mrs Lovett knew that if she were to stand against the Judge, she would loose and the girls would end up with no one.

She couldn't do that, not to her daughter and the Barker girls. Lily had already lost her father, and Mrs Lovett was the closest thing Johanna and Abby had to family besides themselves.

But now he was gone.

The door of the bake house swung open with a loud creak, and Mrs Lovett spun around.

"Mr T..."

Sweeney stood in the doorway, his gaze lingering on Turpin's body and his lips curling into a triumphant smirk.

"He's gone."

The barber shut the door behind him as he crossed the room, joining Mrs Lovett's side by the body.

"He's gone, Mrs Lovett."

She smiled. "I know, Mr T. All cause of you."

For a moment, the pair simply stood together, staring down at the body.

Without really thinking, Mrs Lovett reached out and weaved her hand into Sweeney's. He didn't even look at her.

"This is very romantic." She whispered.

A lover's whisper.

Mrs Lovett expected Sweeney to stiffen or pull away, but, instead, he grinned down at her in amusement.

"Now is not the time, Mrs Lovett," He replied softly, gently untangling his hand. "Are you ready?"

"As always."

The pair worked in silence, disposing of the Judge's and the Beadle's bodies before chucking them into the fire. The remains from various customers joined them.

When they were finished, Sweeney shut the door of the oven and stared at it in silence.

It was over.

Finished.

They were gone.

Dead.

"Mr T, you alright?"

Sweeney nodded. "Yes."

Mrs Lovett smiled, joining his side. "So, what are we gonna do now?"

After a long moment of silence, Sweeney turned to face her.

"Mrs Lovett, you are a bloody wonder."

"So you keep saying, love."

A smirk appeared on his face as he reached forwards, his fingers brushing against the line of her cheekbone.

"Mr T..." Mrs Lovett whispered, but found herself at a loss of words.

Sweeney also seemed at a loss for what to say, his lips drawing closer to Mrs Lovett's.

It was fate.

There could be no other reason for the sudden, but mutual, attraction between Sweeney and Mrs Lovett. Many years ago, before he met Lucy, Benjamin Barker did harbour feelings for the pretty daughter of the baker with curly hair and a strong accent. She was so peculiar and unlike any other young woman he had ever met.

Mrs Lovett didn't want to stay at home and help her mother. She wanted to go outside with Benjamin and explore, not caring for her appearance.

Yes, many years ago, Benjamin Barker planned on asking permission to begin courting Miss Nellie Granger long before she became Mrs Nellie Lovett.

"Mum!"

"Father!"

The pair sprung apart, their lips inches away, as the door was thrown open by Lily, closely followed by Johanna.

"You girls alright?"

"The coach is 'ere, Mum."

"Anthony and Toby are sorting the bags."

Mrs Lovett glanced up at Sweeney; his face was calm and composed.

"Then we shouldn't keep them waiting." He replied.

The barber and baker followed their daughters out of the bake house together, Abby waiting patiently in the shop while Anthony and Toby loaded the bags onto the coach.

"Ta, love." Mrs Lovett thanked her as she took her coat. Sweeney followed suit, and Abby smiled up at him.

"Is it done?" She asked quietly.

"Yes," Sweeney replied. "It is done."

Abby's smile widened.

Once the bags were loaded, the family was able to climb in and sit down. It was a large coach, so Mrs Lovett was able to sit with Toby and Lily on either side. Sweeney sat opposite her with his daughter's either side of him; Anthony sat with the coach driver outside to direct him.

Together, the family turned their backs on the past and left London forever.


First of all, I have some explaining to do . . .

In the previous chapter, Sweeney mentioned being a prisoner in the docks, which I have now deleted. I was following the script to help me with the scene and forgot that, in this story, Sweeney wasn't sent away.

I'm sorry for the confusion I may have caused.

Anyway, thank you CadyD and The Fanfic Critic for reviewing :)

On a totally unrelated note: 15 days till Christmas! Am I the only who's excited?