Stranded Chapter 3

A/N: Sorry That It Took So Long To Update, I've Had A Loooooooong Week, Anyway…I Still Don't Own Any Of These Characters. =P

Sweeney stepped back into the garden with two tall glasses of Gin. He hated the stuff with a passion but figured that it could help with explaining his problems. He couldn't figure out why, but no matter how strange his visitor appeared to be, he felt like he could be trusted. He sat down at the table again, only this time he sat down next to The Major. Montanna Max looked at him quizzically before taking the glass of Gin that Sweeney offered him. He took a quick swig and choked loudly.

"Mein Gott! Vhat IS this stuff?!"

Sweeney chuckled,

"It's called Gin and I hate it just as much as you do."

Montanna Max furrowed his eyebrows,

"…Ja, so vhy do you drink it if you hate it?"

"I can handle it, besides…uh…never mind…"

He looked down, not being able to stare into the Major's eyes any longer. They shocked him; they were so bright that they were almost…gold…

Montanna Max was also in the throws of contemplating eye colors. It was strange; Sweeney's eyes were so dark they were almost…black…what happened to this man? The Major was usually one to laugh at other people's sorrow, but this man… he just couldn't find it in him to laugh. They both looked up at the same time.

"So, Mr. …" The Major paused, then laughed. "Hahaha, I just realized, ve don't even know each other's names!" Sweeney just looked at him.

"Vhat?!" Montanna Max looked down; there's so much pain in his eyes he thought. Sweeney also looked down again, when the man had asked for his name, he had almost said Benjamin…what was wrong with him?! He usually killed men for even trying to guess his real name, so why was he so willing to let this man know?

"Todd." He choked out, "Sweeney Todd." Montanna Max smiled,

"Max, Montanna Max" He held out his hand, "It's so nice to have a proper introduction"

Sweeney sighed and shook The Major's hand.

"Now," The Major started, "How do you know this Judge Turpin?" Sweeney growled.

"He's…done things to me…" Montanna Max leaned forward,

"Really? Oh please do elaborate!" He was so close that Sweeney could feel his breath tickling his face. He leaned back slightly and coughed awkwardly.

"When I was young…" He began, "I had the most beautiful wife and daughter…" He scowled, "But I was not alone in thinking that…" Montanna Max listened intently as Sweeney told him the rest of his tragic story. When he was finished, Montanna Max was speechless. He usually took pleasure in people's loss and suffering but once again just couldn't. Sweeney took another large swig of his Gin and grimaced. The major figured that of Sweeney could handle a little alcohol; he could handle a little alcohol. He picked up his glass and took an incredibly large drink, downing almost half the glass without stopping. In a few seconds he moaned, and put a hand to his temple. Sweeney became concerned, if you drank too much of that stuff to fast; not to mention on an empty stomach, the effects can come much quicker. His logic rang true when Montanna Max hiccupped loudly, and then giggled. Sweeney decided that his visitor had defiantly had enough to drink; so he tried to take the glass from The Major's hand. Sweeney took hold of the glass, his fingers lightly brushing The Major's. He shivered, trying to convince himself that it was just because of the wind. He put the glass down and stood up.

"I'm going to go find you a place to stay for the night, perhaps Mrs. Lovett has some space in her parlor…" He was about to walk away when The Major grabbed his wrist and pulled down. Hard. Sweeney lost his balance and collapsed back down on the bench, his face only about three inches from The Major's. Sweeney's eyes widened slightly.

"…Max? What are you doing?" Montanna Max just smiled and leaned in closer.

"You know…" He slightly slurred his words, "You're kinda cute up close…" Sweeney just coughed awkwardly,

"What?!" He was about to pull away when Montanna Max closed the gap between them, gently placing his lips against Sweeney's. Sweeney's eyes shot open then closed slowly. It took almost all of his will power not to moan. He was shocked at how gentle he was, despite being completely smashed. He pulled away; breaking the kiss, and stood up.

"I-I'm going to go see if Mrs. Lovett has some room in her p-parlor for you…" He stuttered quietly, fighting back the traitorous blush that rose in his cheeks. Sweeney crept into Mrs. Lovett's parlor and decided that she wouldn't be angry if he let his visitor sleep on her couch; he sure as hell wasn't going to be sleeping in his room. He stepped back out into the Garden and sighed quietly when he spied The Major, sleeping on the bench with his head resting lightly on his arms. Sweeney looked around carefully, there was no one looking so he gingerly picked Montanna Max up bridal style, *A/N: LMFAO Sorry, It Had To Be Done* and carried him inside. He gently laid him down on the couch and turned to leave, as he reached the doorway, he turned around again and stared at his sleeping visitor. Sweeney put two fingers to his lips.

"What are you doing to me?"