A/N: Haha aw...I love you reviewers
There's a story behind this chapter - my USB crashed. The one I take everywhere. The one with ALL my story notes on it. Honestly, I'm a retard and didn't save them anywhere else...so I've forgotten exactly what I was going to do. So this chapter is made up of ... well, actually, this chapter is made up of the half an hour I wrote it in. It's taken me forever to come up with this storyline, because the old one is completely gone from my memory.

They sat in the dark, barely looking at each other – more looking past each other. Their kiss had ended quite a while ago; the tears on Mrs. Lovett's face had dried. Sweeney's hands remained around her, holding her just close enough. One of her hands was on his chest, the other gripping the bed sheets to steady herself.

What was this?

They had been silent, Sweeney's eyes flicked around the room occasionally as he dived deeper into his thinking trench. Mrs. Lovett could only assume he was pondering the absolute wrongness of this scenario, and yet he didn't let go.

Despite their loving position, they were both rigid and tense; Sweeney' arms and legs were straining to keep them upright – his position on the bed was awkward. They would have to move eventually, but Mrs. Lovett didn't want to.

This was probably the closest she'd ever been to him emotionally. She looked at him, her eyes wide, waiting for a reaction. Was he pissed? Was he happy?

God, say something! She willed him to do something, but he remained passive. She would prefer him to storm out and-

No. She wouldn't prefer that. She would prefer him to return to his room and not talk to her for a few days – maybe even retreat to his shed for a while. Almost anything but this.

Finally, after what seemed like years, his arms slowly retracted and he lay down, still rigid, on the bed. Cautiously, Mrs. Lovett did the same, waiting.

"Good night," he said gruffly, turning on his side, facing her.

"Good night love," she whispered back, rolling to face him as well.

By morning, Mrs. Lovett found herself almost touching Sweeney, her back almost pressed up against him. She carefully rolled over, finding him watching her. A deep crimson burned her cheeks and she shifted away.

"Sorry…" she muttered and he shrugged.

She prayed he would keep his mood as she lifted herself out of the bed, moving behind the barrier to change. She emerged soon after, wearing the new dress she bought. Sweeney hadn't seen it in the light. He gazed at her as she self-consciously moved throughout the room, opening the curtains.

"Nice dress," he said softly, standing.

She beamed, thanking him before moving away.

Jess was already awake, making coffee. She had been quiet and reserved lately, crawling into the black pit of nothingness that teenagers usually fell into. She went to work every day, working long hours and then returned home, only to make dinner and go to bed. Very little conversation passed between her and her 'aunt'.

Today was no different.

Mrs. Lovett and Sweeney emerged from the bedroom together, and she raised an eyebrow at them.

"Have fun?" she asked and Sweeney shot her a dirty look.

"I'm gonna head off to work." She said softly and Mrs. Lovett nodded, giving her a short hug.

Jess headed out the door to the entrance, stepping out into the street.

Immediately, hands grabbed her, one clamped over her mouth, the other around her stomach. She was pulled into the bushes swiftly – as if she had never stepped out to begin with. Jess thrashed wildly, biting and scratching as she fought to remove herself from his grasp.

"Fuck," he hissed, and Jess' eyes widened as two more men advanced, and all of a sudden, her world went dark.

A/N: It's gonna get pretty dark from now on - remember my M rating. It's not for sex/rape :P It's for other stuff :)
And btw, school started today, so these chapters are going to be heavily delayed.