A/N: Song by me. It's an extended version of "Rubies" from chapter 4.
Finally, finally, finally the judge was in the barber's chair.
"Your neighbor is very beautiful," Turpin commented as Sweeney prepared him for the closest shave he would ever know.
"Beautiful, yes," Sweeney agreed in a monotone. Inside he was seething with anger.
"A woman like her is rare, indeed," the judge continued, oblivious to Sweeney's irritation with the subject matter.
"Rare, yes," Sweeney said distractedly as he sharpened his... little friend.
"If you had to guess, what would you say is her favorite jewel?"
It seemed that the judge was planning to profess his feelings with a gift of jewelery, perhaps even something so presumptuous as an engagement ring...
"Rubies," Sweeney answered with absolute certainty, and drew his razor across Turpin's throat.
Now that the judge was dead, Benjamin Barker could finally rest in peace.
Long into the night, Sweeney stood staring out of his window. He'd thought his life would lose all meaning and direction once his revenge was complete, but he found there were still quite a few things that he felt the need to do.
Get Mrs. Lovett the hell away from London to someplace where he wouldn't need to constantly worry about her safety, for one.
And without quite knowing why, he began to sing.
"The rubies fall into the night.
I couldn't find them if I tried.
They fall from my throat.
I choke on them and throw up.
The rubies fall.
They are my blood.
The rubies fall outside of me.
They cannot be contained.
Disaster races in their wake.
I wait for it to fall.
The rubies fall into the light.
They rest on the bones.
They shine on the ground before the grave.
The rubies fall into the night.
I couldn't find them if I tried.
The rubies fall.
The darkness swallows them whole.
The rubies fall outside of me.
They stain the bones.
The rubies fall into the night.
I couldn't find them if I tried."
He broke off abruptly as the bell over the door tinkled. He knew without turning that it was her. Who else would come into his shop at this time of night?
"I heard your voice, love, so I knew you were still up and I thought you might like a taste..."
He turned to face her and saw that she carried a plate in her hands and was offering him a pie.
With raised eyebrows, he asked, "Is that... what I think it is?"
"Said you'd come again when I had judge on the menu, didn't you?" she paraphrased, with an amused smile.
"I didn't mean I actually wanted to eat it."