A/N: I'M SO SORRY! Holy Moley, it's been two months! I hate school, it's SO time consuming! This chapter isn't too long, but hopefully it'll satisfy you for now. I enjoyed writing again, I haven't done it for SO long. God damn. I recently re-fell in love with A Very Potter Musical/Sequel again. Mainly because of Darren Criss. WHAT A HOTTIE!

James sat against the wall, one arm around Jess.

"What's your name?" he asked softly.

"Rachel,"

He was silent, and she looked up at him.

"What's yours?"

"James,"

"James," she repeated. "How'd you end up with this man?"

"Andrew…he's my uncle,"

Jess visibly tensed and shifted away from him.

"I'm nothing like him. I swear," he said, and she sighed.

"I'm sorry," but she stayed away from him.

"My parents were killed a while ago. I wound up on Andrew's doorstep and he took me in as a worker. He knows I'm his nephew…but it's never been that way. I'm the worker…I've always been the worker. I'll always be the worker,"

He rambled on a bit, but Jess didn't mind. She loved hearing the sound of his voice. It was comforting.

"What's your family like?"

She sighed. She didn't want to talk.

"I don't…I don't really know." She said softly and he gave her a sidelong glance, prompting her to continue. "Ugh…I lost my parents to disease when I was younger. My father went first, when I was four. My mother had caught the same thing, and she died a week or two later. I was put into the workhouse briefly, but I escaped…I hated it there,"

"Sweeney Todd isn't your dad?"

Jess hesitated. She didn't know how much she could reveal.

"I know everything. Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett are the couple that moved into the house. That's why they captured you…they just wanted to be sure…especially because they didn't know how you got around."

"I see,"

Jess relaxed, leaning towards him again.

"I could only wish that Sweeney and Eleanor were my parents,"

"He's a murderer…"

"He's never hurt me,"

"And?"

"They've been amazing to me…"

"They tolerate you,"

She glared at him.

"Why are you so against them?"

James heaved a sigh.

"I don't know. Something just seems wrong about cutting people up and putting them into pies,"

Sweeney sat on a chair, grumbling silently to himself. Mrs. Lovett paced anxiously.

"How are you so calm?" Mrs. Lovett hissed.

Sweeney glanced at the two men who were whispering to each other.

"No use in panicking. They can't touch us,"

"They've got Jess!"

"Shut Up!" one man shouted from across the room.

"Hurry up and decide something," Sweeney shouted back, before turning to Mrs. Lovett. "This is the worst kidnapping I've ever experienced."

The man who spoke to them first approached with a sour look.

"If you don't shut up, I'll…" he spied Mrs. Lovett and grabbed her wrist.

"Don't touch me," she tried to get away from him, and Sweeney stood, danger dark in his eyes.

"Why the hell shouldn't I?" he asked, pulling her close.

She tried to pull away again.

"You don't want to hurt me," she tried again, glaring at him.

"Why?"

She hesitated for a second, before glancing at Sweeney.

"You wouldn't want to hurt an expecting mother," she hissed, averting her gaze to the man again.

A/N: OHELLNO!