A/N: I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SO SO SO SO SORRY!! Agh. Please don't hate me guys. Please. I've just had such horrible writers block for the past couple months, and I actually have another document of this chapter going on my downstairs computer. But I decided because of how long it's taken me to write what I have of that chapter, I was just going to start a fresh copy. Hopefully this will be better. Hopefully writing this chapter will spur me on to write more chapters. Hopefully I still get reviews and you guys don't hate me. I'm reading through the story again, maybe that will give me some ideas of where I was back in June.

On the plus side because of my long break I currently have 6,094 hits on MVR 1042 hits on this story. I guess you guys were just checking to see if I had finally posted a new chapter. I guess I totally let you down for two months. Agh I feel so awful.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sweeney Todd, just the storyline and Lindsey Lovett (well…Todd now). As promised, Mrs. Lovett will make an appearance in this chapter. Enjoy. And oh yeah, Sir Andrew Lloyd Weber owns All I Ask of You. POTO song just for you Saloma-Kiwi! Underlined lyrics are Sweeney, italics are Lindsey.

Chapter Eight

Floating. That was the only way to describe the sensation Lindsey felt as she opened her eyes. She was no longer in the bake house. Everything around her looked blank. She was sitting on a floor she couldn't see. As she inhaled a sweet perfume filled her senses. A perfume she'd only smelled on one person before in her life. "Mum!" she cried, throwing herself into her mother's embrace. "But how?"

"I'm afraid you're dreaming love," Nellie responded gently.

"Dreaming," Lindsey said. "It figures."

"But look at you! You look so grown up love. So beautiful. Seventeen. And married as well!"

Lindsey felt as though ice were now flowing through her veins. Of course she had always felt guilty, marrying Mr. Todd though she knew her mother had loved him for so long. But she never felt as though she'd ever had the chance to apologize. And she didn't waste any time taking the chance she never thought she'd get. "You're not…angry with me?"

"Of course not!" Nellie said, "How can you think that love? You did what you had to to keep the shop. I never had the chance to marry him, though I always wanted to. So why shouldn't you jump at the chance to be happy. I'm not angry with you. I'm thrilled that I have this one last chance to see you."

"So am I," Lindsey said. "But one last chance? You mean after this, I'll never see you again?"

Nellie smiled gently. "No love. It's time to let me go. You don't need me anymore."

Tears began filling Lindsey's eyes. "Of course I do! You're my mother!"

"You only think you do. It's time for you to move on and take control of your own life. You've got Mr. Todd now. And he needs you back. It's time for me to go, I just had to tell you that I love you, and I will always love you. Be strong love," she said, her form fading in front of Lindsey, "Be strong." And with those final two words, she was gone.

Lindsey had a hard time opening her eyes this time. They stung from all the tears that had filled them over the past two days. As she began to look around she saw Sweeney sitting by her bedside, clutching one of her hands in his. "Oh thank goodness," he whispered, seeing her awake.

"What happened?" Lindsey said through her sore throat.

"I found you unconscious in the bake house. You've been asleep for three days."

"Three days?" she asked weakly. "That would explain why I'm so hungry."

Sweeney smiled slightly. Lindsey suddenly remembered the fight they'd had just days ago. It seemed light years away. "Mr. T?" she said gently. He looked up at her. "I'm…I'm sorry," she said, once again fighting back tears. "I didn't mean what I said…"

"I know pet," he said, staring at the frightened looking girl in front of him. He'd known she didn't mean what she said, she just had so much going on in her seventeen year old head. It was too much to ask anyone to deal with rationally.

"I'm just…I'm so overwhelmed, and I miss her so terribly, and I can't deal with the strange looks I get on the street, and the way people are talking about me, and the nightmares just make everything worse, and now I don't sleep well, so I'm moving slowly in the shop, and I'm not serving as many customers, and we're losing money, and…" Everything came spilled out. Everything that had been weighing so heavily on Lindsey's mind for the past few weeks.

"Shh. I know. I've said it before, you have too much to deal with," Sweeney said, trying to comfort his young wife. He stroked her wet cheeks gently as he found the words to comfort her. "No more talk of darkness, forget these wide-eyed fears; I'm here, nothing can harm you,my words will warm and calm you. Let me be your freedom, let daylight dry your tears; I'm here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.

Say you love me every waking moment. Turn my head with talk of summertime. Say you need me with you now and always; Promise me that all you say is true. That's all I ask of you."

Lindsey clung to him like a frightened child, and Sweeney finally realized that was all she was. She was a seventeen year old girl, terrified, and overwhelmed by the unreasonable amount of things thrust upon her by this cruel world. "Let me be your shelter. Let me be your light; You're safe, no one will find you,
your fears are far behind you."

"All I want is freedom, a world with no more night; And you, always beside me, to hold me and to hide me."

"Then say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime; Let me lead you from your solitude.
Say you need me with you, here beside you. Anywhere you go, let me go too. Lindsey, that's all I ask of you."

"Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime; Say the word and I will follow you."

"Share each day with me, each night, each morning."

"Say you love me."

This caught Sweeney off-guard and put him in a very awkward position. He was unsure of whether or not the feelings he felt for her was love or not. But either way, he told me what she wanted to hear.

"You know I do."

"Love me. That's all I ask of you." Lindsey could hear the uncertainty in his voice, but she ignored it. Sweeney lay down next to her, holding her close. When her tears subsided she whispered, "Promise you won't leave me."

"Not until you're sleeping love."

Because of this promise, every ten minutes or so, Lindsey would move slightly, letting him know she was still awake. She didn't want this to ever end, she wanted to stay in his embrace forever. After awhile her exhaustion and fatigue took over and when Sweeney whispered "Lindsey?" she was too tired to respond.

"Finally asleep. What are we to do with you?" To Lindsey's surprise, he did not stir. He did not leave. Believing she was asleep he continued talking to her. "When I married you it was merely a favor, merely to keep my shop. Who would've thought I'd fall in love with you?"

A/N: If I do say so myself that was ten times better than the chapter I wrote downstairs. And that song inspired this whole scene. I love POTO. Okay. It's 2:04 AM. I'm exhausted. Review if it suits you. Night interpeeps.