And here we go~

Actually got some plot in the first chapter. This probably won't be a very long story.

All warnings back in the prologue

Disclaimer: If I owned it, Toby would have jumped Sweeney's bones, not slit his throat. Just saying.

Chapter 1

Four years have passed since that fateful day, and with the years came many changes. For Johanna and Anthony it meant getting married. Anthony had almost had a heart attack when he walked in to see Johanna in the arms of the blood covered barber, but after they explained the parental status and told him exactly who's blood it was, he stopped threatening Sweeney with one of his own razors. It took some time for Johanna to get used to having a real loving father back in her life, and Mrs. Lovett filled in for her mother, but she was happy. Anthony was glad that they didn't have to leave anymore. He liked London. So, the couple got married a few months later, and they now live and work in the apothecary around the corner, and are expecting a baby. Sweeney is very gleeful at this, but emotions still aren't his thing. He wasn't even fazed when news came around that the old beggar woman had been hit by a passing cart and died, though Mrs. Lovett was a little more giddy that week.

For the trio in the bakery, changes were a bit more drastic. For starters, Mrs. Lovett could only convince Toby to leave his room after a week without eating. When he finally came out, he refused to be in any room with Sweeney. Even if Mrs. Lovett was there too, as soon as Sweeney stepped foot into the room, Toby was out of there. He'd also became a strict vegetarian. Mrs. Lovett had explained to him that the only reason they were killing people was to earn money to stay alive so that Sweeney could kill the judge. Now that the judge was gone, and they had plenty of money, Mrs. Lovett bought real meat, and Sweeney actually got to do his job right. Though, there were always those slow weeks, and those times when the price on meat went up, and those times when the razor just slipped... But just to be sure, Toby stopped eating meat, even if they went out to a restaurant.

He also stopped talking. Ever since that day that he found out the horrible secret, not one word has been uttered through his lips. Mrs. Lovett thinks it's just from the traumatic shock of the event, that he was scared speechless. Sweeney thinks it is a mixture of the trauma and the fact that they kept telling Toby not to say anything. He figures his brain mixed these things, and shut him up, but for what ever the reason, Toby doesn't seem to mind it, so no one presses him about it.

So, four years later, Toby is an 18 year old lad. He grew to be just a bit taller then Mrs. Lovett, and his hair is the same short, dark, shaggy mess it has been (he refused to have his haircut by anyone except Mrs. Lovett). Everyone else just kinda got a little bit older. You know as soon as you hit a certain age, you don't really change. Anyway, our story started one fine gray morning at the dirty pie shop on Fleet Street.

Toby sighed as he rolled out the dough. It was early and he didn't feel like cooking right now, but Mrs. Lovett had told him that they needed a head start on the days production if they were to feed the party that was coming that night. So, of course Toby complied, and now he was stuck rolling dough as thin as he could and creating the well known shapes of the pies. He looked over as Mrs. Lovett walked into the room. She smiled at him and came over to examine the dough.

"Oh, Toby! This is lovely. You're really getting a knack for making pies," She praised as she made a pie of her own using the dough Toby rolled out. Toby smiled. He loved when Mrs. Lovett praised him. He'd do anything to make her happy so, he always did the best he could. He viewed her like a mother. She had saved him from the work house after all.

Mrs. Lovett loaded a try with some food and tea and began heading out the side door. "I'm just going to pop this up to Mr. T, alright? Be back in a bit," Toby nodded and watched her leave. He continued rolling out his dough and forming pie shells so Mrs. Lovett could fill them. He refused to touch the meat himself. No matter what anyone said, he refused. He could barely look at raw meat anymore without feeling queasy.

Toby started lining up the crusts that he had made onto a cooking tray, his arms tired from rolling. Once the tray was full he popped it in the oven for a couple minutes, just to get the dough a little brown, before taking it back out and leaving it on Mrs. Lovett's side of the counter for her to fill and take to the bake house. He was making more crusts when Mrs. Lovett came back in, tray-less. She smiled at him and took her spot next to him, filling the crusts previously mentioned. She was covering the pies with the top layer of dough when a knock was heard at the front door. "Oh, I wonder who that could be," She wiped her floury hands on her bodice before shuffling over and opening the door. A small boy wearing a newsboy cap stood outside the door. He titled the brim of his hat to Mrs. Lovett before speaking.

"Are you Mrs. Lovett, mam?" He asked. She nodded. "I've got an important message for you. The sender requested I get it to you as soon as I could," He pulled a letter from a small bag that was around his shoulder and handed it to Mrs. Lovett. He tilted his hat again. "Good day, mam," And with that he was racing down the street. Mrs. Lovett closed the door and looked the letter over.

"It says it's from my Uncle Elliot. I wonder what he could want," Toby watched as Mrs. Lovett took the letter from the envelope, only slightly interested in what the letter could hold. Her Uncle had visited them over the years when he heard about the success the shop was having. He and his niece were very close. She read it over gasping and "oh my"ing at certain parts. When she was done, her face looked quite grim. Toby gave her a questioning look as he lined up more pie crusts onto a tray. "It appears that my Uncle has come down with a strange sickness, and the doctors don't know if he will make it or not," Tears welled in her eyes, but she tried to blink them away. "He says that I need to come and visit him right away so that I'm there when they read the will. If it comes to that anyway," She sniffled and ran to Toby. He wrapped her in a hug and rubbed her back. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes before Mrs. Lovett pulled away and sniffed. "Well, no use crying about something that may not happen, right? There's hope that he'll pull through, right?" Toby nodded and gave her a smile. She smiled back and moved towards the side door. "I have to go tell the news to Mr. T," Toby just nodded and went back to making the pies. He'd enjoy a break from cooking, even if it was to go see some sick man. After all, Mrs. Lovett would bring Toby with her. Of course she would.

A few minutes later there was a bustling coming down the outside stairs, and Toby could hear an argument in the midst. The side door flew open and Toby looked up.

"You can not leave him here! You have to take him!"

"The letter says only for me to come and no guests!"

"Then leave him somewhere else! He's not staying here with me!"

"There's nowhere else to send him! Oh, Toby dear! Please, don't leave," Toby froze in the archway that led to the living room. As soon as Sweeney had entered the room, he had begun moving over to it. He bristled when he felt a hand on his shoulder, but relaxed when he realized it was just Mrs. Lovett. "I need to talk to you and Mr. T at the same time, alright?" He nodded, turning back and resuming his pie crust making duties, trying not to look at Sweeney who was giving him a nasty look. Mrs. Lovett clapped her hands. "Alright, now, we are all aware of my Uncle's predicament. I will arrange for a cab to pick me up tomorrow morning. I will be gone for a week tops. While I'm away I want the shop closed, alright?" Toby mindlessly nodded, wondering why she was telling him this stuff, as he filled up a tray with crusts. "When I return, I expect this place to be exactly how I left it. Now, boys," She looked pointedly at Sweeney. "I want you two to either learn to get along for a week, or just plain ignore each other alright?" Sweeney grumbled something, and Toby looked up at Mrs. Lovett with a look that said, "Wait, aren't I coming with you?" Mrs. Lovett, who was a master at reading Toby's looks, shook her head and said, "I'm sorry, Toby. The letter says no guests. You'll be spending the week with Mr. Todd," Toby gasped and bolted from the room, dropping a whole tray of pie crusts on the floor. Sweeney grumbled again.

"Looks like he's as much excited about this as I am," He spat out and left the room in a huff, stomping back up to his shop. Mrs. Lovett sighed. She just knew that when she returned, things where not going to be how she left them.

It looks really short on this site. XD It's like a 2 page chapter..oh well.

I'm leaving for a week (going to Disney World), so if I have any readers (I don't think I do) then you'll have to wait till I get back for a new chapter. So yup. Hope you enjoy so far.

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