A/N: Thank you all so much for the reviews! I really appreciate the feedback. And if you like "Alice in Wonderland, 2010" I wrote a story called The Rose's Thorn. It's a rewrite of Allison in Wonderland. It's the last story on my profile until I update again. The next update for this story may not be for a while since I'm starting to have writer's block. I know how I want this story to go, I just don't know how to put it in words. Wish me luck!

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Sweeney: You're damn right you don't

Sweeney stared at me with an incredulous look after I relayed my little adventure to him. I didn't really blame him, it didn't sound like the truth. But it was, and I was pretty damn proud of what I had done.

"James," he sighed roughly, running a hand through his hair. "You can't do stupid stuff like that, it'll get you into a lot of trouble." I rolled my eyes. Here it was the "don't do that again" talk. I used to get that all of the time when I was younger. Not really listening to Sweeney, I started fingering my locket. I still wore it, hardly ever took it off except when necessary. Sweeney took notice.

"The locket," he commented, idly pointing at it with his razor. I stepped back; I really didn't like it when murderers pointed weapons at me. Not that that's happened often of course. "You still wear it." It wasn't a question, he knew. He knew I still wore it.

"Yeah," I said with a bit of a nod, "yeah I do. Why wouldn't I?"

Sweeney gave a half shrug. "Just… odd," he commented and started his usual pacing in front of the window. I shoved my hands in the pockets of my jeans.

"Alright then," I shrugged, not really seeing the point to all of that. I traipsed over to the middle of the room. I was used to seeing the barber's chair there, but that point in time hadn't been reached yet. Soon though, I was aware of, very soon. "Is it safe to say that while I was out, you didn't murder Pirelli?" I asked just to be cautious.

Sweeney looked at me, his head slightly cocked to one side and I realized he had no idea what I was talking about. This was odd; if Sweeney was still the Sweeney I knew, he should know what I was talking about. Yet he didn't. "Dad, Pirelli, the 'street mountebank', remember?" My eyes slightly grew wider in concern.

Sweeney's brow furrowed in confusion; he then recalled what I was talking about. "Oh right, no I haven't gotten to him yet."

This wasn't good, I could tell already. Sweeney couldn't remember Pirelli and he was starting to act like his old self. I didn't like where this was heading, but didn't know how to stop it. Suddenly, Mum walked in. No, I shook my head, she wasn't Mum; this was Mrs. Lovett from another life. It was all so confusing!

"C'mon luv," she said to Sweeney, completely ignoring me, "we're off to the market. Someone there I want ya to meet," she explained and walked off to get ready to go to St. Dunstan's Market.

This was certain to be interesting, especially now that I was around. I knew how to mess with people now and since I knew Pirelli's secret, I knew how to exact my revenge in a less violent way than Sweeney. I wouldn't stop Sweeney from killing Pirelli, the fraud deserved it. Or did he? If I stopped Sweeney from making his first kill, would it make a difference? Oh wait, duh it would. But would it be so bad? I didn't think so. I was stopping a murderer.

Sweeney placed his razor in his holster and grabbed his jacket, ready to face the crowded streets of St. Dunstan's Market. I followed Sweeney out of the shop, whistling a made up tune. "Will you stop with that horrid noise?" he asked of me and I rolled my eyes. He was being such a git! Not acting at all like the Sweeney I knew. Could it be that his past self was starting to take over? It made sense since this was the past.

Mrs. Lovett waited at the bottom of the steps, having not heard what Sweeney had said to me, thank god. "Alrigh' I trust tha' ya remember St. Dunstan's Market, Mistah T?" she asked, adjusting her fedora. Sweeney merely nodded and began walking in the direction of the market, not breaking his stride.

"Wait up, would ya?" I called after him, struggling to keep up with the soon-to-be Demon Barber of Fleet Street. He disregarded me, acting like I wasn't there. At first, I was a bit offended, but quickly realized that it was for the best since Mrs. Lovett was walking not far behind Sweeney, only a few feet and he needn't be shipped off to Bedlam, not when he had his revenge to be exacted. Though I doubted Mrs. Lovett would ship Sweeney off to Bedlam for talking to someone who wasn't there. She may not have been Mum, but she was still Nellie Lovett who fancied Sweeney Todd undoubtedly.

The market was crowded, sellers calling out how wonderful their products were, passersby stopping to see for themselves. One caravan stood amongst the commotion and I knew exactly whose caravan it was. Sure enough, Tobias Ragg stepped out onto the scene with his drum.

"'E's 'ere every Thursday, best barber in London, goes by the name of Pirelli," Mrs. Lovett told Sweeney discreetly. Sure enough, Toby started banging on his drum, calling the attention of almost half of the people in the market.

"Ladies an' gentlemen, a miracle it is!" he announced happily. "A man, Pirelli by name, best barber in London an' 'is miracle elixir is 'ere!" Toby's grin fooled the crowd easily. "Is your 'air fallin' out? Well fret no longer! For Pirelli's Miracle Elixir will fix ya in a tick sir, yes it's true!"

The crowd chattered happily amongst themselves, amazed by the so-called "miracle" elixir. A bottle was being passed around, some men trying it for themselves, believing every word Toby told them. I had to admit, he was very convincing. The bottle was passed to Sweeney and Mrs. Lovett and they looked at each other in disgust, as if thinking the same thing. Piss and ink was all it was.

"This is merely a concoction of piss and ink!" Sweeney announced and the crowd that had gathered around the caravan looked at him in surprise, wondering how he could dare say such a thing about a product made by the best barber in London. And right on cue, Pirelli showed up in his shocking blue clothes.

"Bonjourno ladies and gentlemen, I am the magnificent Signor Pirelli. Now, who 'as dared to-a say that my elixir is piss!" he demanded and Sweeney stepped forward.

"I did," he said idly, making his way through the crowd. "I am Mr. Sweeney Todd of Fleet Street. I have opened a bottle of your elixir and I say to you that it is nothing more than piss and ink." He kept calm, was very collected. For a brief moment, his eyes flickered over to me, but quickly turned back to Pirelli.

Pirelli gave a wicked grin. "You hear this-a foolish man? You will see how he will regret-a his-a folly!" Pirelli announced, throwing aside his cape. I gulped, knowing what was coming.

The showdown was about to begin.