Hey, guys! I wanted to post this on the 29th, my B-Day, but I got side-tracked. So, consider this a late treat for Halloween. Enjoy!

It was late when Sweeney Todd decided to visit the Pie Shop. He was hoping to get himself a nice tot of Gin so he could get some sleep. When he entered the shop, he paused when he saw Mrs. Lovett sitting at one of the booths with an almost-empty bottle of Gin on the table. She had her back to him, but was aware of his presence.

"There's another bottle in meh parlor, Mista Todd. In th' cab'net by th' piano," She muttered loud enough for him to here. Judging by her speech and the two other empty bottles by the sink, it was clear to Sweeney that Mrs. Lovett had quite a few drinks. Wordlessly, he brushed by her, catcher her in the corner of his eye drinking the remainder of the bottle of Gin. He quietly chuckled to himself when he entered the parlor.

I've never seen the woman drunk before. This should be interesting…

Sweeney emerged from the parlor with an un-opened bottle of Gin and a glass for himself. He placed the glass and the bottle down before taking the empty bottle from the table. After placing the empty bottle next to the other two bottles, Sweeney went back to the booth and sat across from Mrs. Lovett, who had already poured him and herself some Gin.

"You know," Sweeney said after a while, "You shouldn't be drinking this stuff as fast as you are." Mrs. Lovett gave Sweeney an annoyed glare, which she never would do sober.

"Yer not me mum, Mista T. I'm a grown w'man an' I'll drink as fast as I want," She replied, pouring herself another glass. Sweeney was surprised that she didn't spill seeing her hands were very shaky as she was pouring her drink. Sweeney shrugged and slowly took a sip of his Gin.

"May I ask why you've been drinking so much?"

"Who says I've b'n drinkin' a lot?" Mrs. Lovett snapped groggily before taking another swing. Sweeney cast a glance behind him towards the sink before looking at Mrs. Lovett with raised eyebrows. All she did was shrug at him.

"Guess I lost count," She said in an uninterested tone. Sweeney shook his head slightly, not suppressing the small smile on his face.

"You are a wonder, my dear."

"No, I'm a confused woman 'ho doesn't know wot's wot anymore," Mrs. Lovett corrected. She went to take the bottle of Gin, but Sweeney pulled it out of her reach. She gave him a glare that would've scared any normal person.

"I think you've had quite enough, my love," Sweeney said calmly.

"As I said before, yeh oaf, yer not me mum!" She tried to snatch it from him, only falling over in the process. Quickly, Sweeney caught Mrs. Lovett before she could crash onto her hardwood floor. She had the grip of death on him as he helped her to her feet.

"Come on, let's get you to bed."

"I don' think so, Mista Todd! I'm not tired!" Mrs. Lovett stubbornly sat back down in her seat. Giving up, Sweeney sat back down in his own seat, watching the drunken baker with curiosity and a bit of concern.

"Why are you confused?" He asked. She looked at him like he had three heads.

"Yeh don't know?! You, out o' all people should know!" Sweeney stared at her, not getting what she meant. Growling with frustration, Mrs. Lovett leaned back slightly in her seat, staring up at the ceiling.

"Yer a bloody, confusin' man, Mista Todd. I said that th' other day. Yeh overheard me an' decided t' give me a massage as a consequence. Tha's why I'm confused," She replied, finally looking at him.

"Well, I'm sorry that I confuse you," Sweeney said after a while. Mrs. Lovett's look lingered on him.

"I'm also upset, me dear." Sweeney sat up a bit straighter.

"About what?" He asked softly.

"About Lucy," She sighed, "It wos bad enough t' lose 'er once, but t' find out tha' she wos alive all o' these years after yeh killed 'er? It can be overwhelmin'." Mrs. Lovett went to take the bottle, but Sweeney stopped her. She gave him an annoyed look, but didn't try to snatch it again.

"Oh, well. Loved Lucy, and Ben, bu' they were both airheads." Sweeney blinked.

"'Airheads'?" He questioned. Mrs. Lovett nodded, grinning slightly.

"Tha's right, airheads. They were naïve fools, they were. Never thinkin' anythin' bad could ever 'appen to them an' that th' world wos perfect when I wos livin' proof below tha' it wosn't." Sweeney felt a pang of guilt when Mrs. Lovett said that. She took notice and patted his hand.

"Don't look so glum, Mista T! After all, you are not Benjamin Barka," She pointed out, chuckling slightly, "although you are still naïve an' blind."

"Blind?" Sweeney asked, intrigued.

"Oh, yeah. Blind as a bat, yeh are. Can't see why I put up with yeh 'alf th' time," She continued. Sweeney looked at her with confusion. She studied him slightly before letting out a sigh of annoyance.

"I love yeh, you oaf! Don't tell me yeh don't understand tha'!" Sweeney was shocked; it obviously showed on his face seeing Mrs. Lovett chuckled at his expression.

"Yer so silly, Mista Todd! I bet yeh never would've put two an' two t'gether if I 'and't told yeh! I've loved yeh since yer return, I did," She continued. Sweeney couldn't believe how blind he was. It was so obvious to him now.

"You love me?" He asked.

"O' course! I jus' told yeh, didn't I?" She exclaimed with a hint of a smile on her face. It faded, though, as she looked away from him.

"I'd die for you, y'know," She said softly, "If we were t' be found out, I'd hold off th' police so yeh could escape. I'd hang for yeh, cross me heart." Mrs. Lovett placed her hand over her heart and gave herself a light pat on the chest. Sweeney said nothing, feeling very touched by her words.

"Yer th' best thing tha' 'as ever happened t' me, dear. Even if yeh never return th' feeling, I'll still love yeh," Mrs. Lovett continued, gently patting Sweeney's hand. Sweeney studied her carefully. She had a bitter-sweet smile on her face. Her eyes were tired and moist. When she did remove her hand, she attempted to get up, only to stumble and fall back into her seat. Sweeney got up and lended her a helping hand.

"Come on, you need to sleep, my pet," Sweeney stated firmly. Mrs. Lovett didn't resist. She took his hand and allowed him to escort her to her room. The baker immediately collapsed on her bed, falling into a deep sleep. Sweeney gently tucked her in without disturbing her slumber. He silently left the room and headed back up to his shop, feeling something new for the woman who had helped him fulfill his vengeance.

I've had this idea in my head for a while, now. I hope you all liked it! I'll try to post chp. 6 tonight. I'll start on it after I post this. Please leave your thoughts in a review for me!