A/N: Ok, two chappies in a row! Ok, so the previous chapter, this: (') thing means that its Lucy talking. Sorry! I was really in a hurry. =( Anyway, I hope this one makes as much sense as it could. If that makes sense. XD! So, lets read. BTW: theres a TWISTIE in this story! Sweeney=OOC because he feels remorse, blah blah and all that crap.

:Together:

'Oh, Benny...'

"Mista T, why are you doing this to me?" the baker whimpered. She sat on the floor, her head in between her knees, looking at the barber with shock.
"I-- I don't know."
"Mista T? What's happening?" she sobbed. "I'm so confused, I can't--"
"Wait, what did you call me?"
"Mista T..." she looked uncertain; was he ok? Just then, the barber shook her shoulders, asking the same question over and over again:
"Do you remeber me?"
"Of course I do. You're a barber, Toby's my son, I'm a baker.."
"What else? What else do you remember?"
"I don't know..."
"By the sea,"
"What?"
"... thats the life I covet, by the sea Mrs Lovett, ooh I know'd you love it,"
"You and me Mista T, we could be alone, in a house that we'd almost own down by the sea... Mista T! The bodies! I have to-- ow!" Mrs. Lovett clutched her stomach, wincing in pain.
"Mrs. Lovett! Are you okay?" he knelt down to the baker's level, who was down on all fours, coughing uncontrollably. "Mrs. Lovett-"
She cried out in pain and held on to the bewildered barber.
"Mista T, please help me!" she managed to breathe out. She was sobbing harder and harder, her breathing becoming uneven. Sweeney carried her to the closest bed, trying to keep her steady.

Throughout this whole ordeal, Judge Turpin crept out of the kitchen, holding a half empty bottle of poison.
"A drop a day keeps the barber away."

"Mum?" Toby dropped his bottle of gin and rushed to her side. "What did you do to her?" he screamed. He marched to Sweeney with a ready fist.
"Nothing, Toby, he didn't do anything!" Mrs. Lovett barely whispered.
"Mum, he did something to you. The devil's spawn, he is!"
"Toby! Don't you dare say that!"
"You- you did this!" he pointed to Sweeney, who had an amusing look on his face.
"Toby, please." Sweeney laughed. Does this boy really think that he can take down a heartless murderer?

'Not really heartless, are you, Benny?'
'Lucy! What do you mean?'
'I mean, you care for Nellie, don't you?'
'Yes, I mean-'

"Mrs. Lovett!" Toby exclaimed. The baker's eyes were flicking over the room.
"Water- please, I need water."
"Toby, get water!" Sweeney snapped. The boy nodded and dashed to the kitchen without a word.
"Mrs. Lovett, what's happening? I mean, somethings going on, why do I remember these things now?" He sat at the edge of the bed, his head in between his hands. Mrs. Lovett sat up, a puzzling look etched upon her face.
"What 'things' are you talking about it?" she asked. He glanced at her with a saddened look. He cupped her cheek and sat in front of her.
"Mrs. Lovett, do you remember that day by the sea? Where me and you, you know..." he hesitated to look at her eyes, but did anyway. Her chocolate eyes were filled with unshed tears, suddenly realizing what he was talking about.
"Why-- why did you tell me that? Why did you tell me, now, of all the monthes you've stayed here... why now?"
"I don't know. I-- I guess I just wanted to apologize for what I said."
"For what you said? Tell me what did you say? I want you to say it, and say it like you meant it."
"Mrs. Lovett-"
"Say it. I want you to say it now that you know that you didn't mean it; I want you to expeirience how it feels when you don't mean it." she half screamed, half sobbed.
"No!"
"Say it!"
" 'I hate you Nell, I hate you! Dammit, you bitch, why? Why screw me? You traitor! You self absorbed snob. You bitch!'."
"How did it feel? Huh, how did it feel to kill one of your best friends like that? How did it feel to say that?" she sobbed.
"I'm sorry, Nell! I truely am!"
"Were you sorry, Sweeney? Were you right after?"
"No--"
"That's right, no. Because you were screaming you bastard, you were yelling at me the whole time. I gave you my virginity, and thats what I get? Is that what I get? Is that what I deserved? Is that what a poor girl like me, deserve?"
"Mrs. Lovett, STOP!" he screamed. He pushed her to the bed post. "You did not deserve that, ok? No one should have to go through that."
"Then why did I have to?" she asked. He looked shocked; yes, why did she have to?
"Answer me, dammit, why did I have to?"
"Why did Lucy get raped? Huh? Why did she have to take the arsenic?" he yelled.
"She's not the only one you know! She's not the only one to get raped in this damn world!"
"I know! But its Lucy, why her?" he stared at the eyes of the baker. "Why her?"
"She never deserved that Sweeney. She never did. But it was foolish for her to do that, abandoning Johanna like that." she whispered. Suddenly, with a flash of silver and a quick push to the wall, Mrs. Lovett's throat was under a silver blade.
"Don't you ever say that, Mrs. Lovett. What would you have done under those circumstances? Being raped?" the barber said without thinking. He regretted those words as soon as he said it.
"What would I have done? More like, what did I do? I didn't do anything."
"What do you mean?"
"I was raped before, twice. Once by my uncle, and again by my neighbor. It was horrible, the worst thing I've ever gone through. I wanted to die, but rape is not an excuse to die. Its another reason to live, live to show no weakness, live for the moment. Because you only live once."
"Why didn't you tell me? Or Albert, even?"
"I didn't want you guys to worry. What was I supposed to say? 'Oh I got raped!' I couldn't imagine the things you guys would do to my neighbor and uncle. Beat him? Kill him?"
"Dammit, Nellie! Quit putting everyone else before you! Think about yourself for once." He shook the bakers shoulders roughly while saying this. "Focus on Nellie Morgan Lovett for once."

-

"Mrs. Lovett," he started to say.
"What?"
"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to cut you. I was just mad that-- you brought up Lucy. I--"
"I know."
"Is that you're going to say? Two words? Thats it?"
"What do you want me to say, Sweeney? 'Oh I completely forgive you for making m life a personal hell!' But I don't forgive you."
"Why not?"
"Because I can't! Has it ever occured to you that I did forgive you? And now you brought it up. It was hard enough to forgive. Now you expect me to forgive again?"
"What have I done to you that isn't forgivable?"
"Do you want to know? Do you really want to know?" she glared at the barber. She clenched her fist so that her knuckles turned white with intense anger. "I can forgive you for yelling at me, for leaving me, for everything. Except the fact that you called me a traitor. You kissed me. You had sex with me. And now you want forgiveness? Hardly."

Sweeney pinned her to the wall. "I'm sorry dammit." he yelled. She then started to sob violently and dropped to the floor, tears running down her face. This was the only time she ever cried since he had been sent to prison. Fifteen long years of emotion, kept so neatly and stored inside her, intending to build up and never come out. But now that wall that blocked those emotions, its breaking and crumbling down. This was different, this was probably the worst thing that hes ever done to her.
"Why are you doing this to me? Everytime you come to me you hurt me. I told you once, I'll tell you again. I'm done with you." she said between gut wrenching sobs. Sweeney knelt and hugged her, feeling so sorry for the baker. Had he really hurt her that bad?

"What did I ever to you that makes me so unforgivable?" he repeated, wanting an answer to the question he's been asking.

"You knew I loved you, Sweeney."

A/N: end of chapter 3. Next chapter, we shall delve deeper into the inner emotions of Sweeney and Nellie. Will be split into three parts: Sweeney's thoughts, Nellie's thoughts, and Toby's adventure. What happened in that time block? Where did Toby go?