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On a stormy day a strange man swaggers into Mrs. Lovett’s shop...three-part ST/POTC crossover, Jack/Lovett, SweenettRated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Chapters: 4 - Words: 16,747 - Reviews: 89 - Favs: 52 - Follows: 14 - Updated: 01-16-10 - Published: 07-05-09 - Status: Complete - id: 5191905
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So this little fic is sort of a Sweeney/POTC crossover, but Jack Sparrow is the only thing I've taken from the POTC world. I actually started this a long long time ago after re-watching the pirate trilogy and I just decided to try and finish it recently to take a break from the horrible block I seem to have developed for my other story at the moment…I'll make more excuses for that at the end for anybody who's wondering what happened to me but for now…I hope you enjoy! :)
"'Eavens above! I ain't seen a storm like this in years!" Mrs. Lovett gushed loudly as she swept through the shop to the door, ushering Sweeney in and closing it firmly behind him.
"'Ere love you sit yerself down, was just gonna make us some lunch."
"Roof's leaking again." He offered shortly, as explanation for his presence in her shop - although it's not like she would have complained or questioned it anyway.
She tutted as she bustled back to the counter to resume slicing the loaf of bread up. "Must get that seen to, can't 'ave ya catching a cold from all that damp up there can we?"
"Yes mum?" Toby's voice came as he skidded into the shop.
"Ah there y'are love, be a dear and go fetch the cheese and butter from the larder will ya?"
"Sure." He turned and scampered off again.
Mrs. Lovett sighed. "I don't know. Rain, rain rain - and wind! Look at it - blowing a bloody gale! Wouldn't it be nice to live somewhere hot - somewhere where the weather's never bad, not ever - imagine that!"
Sweeney didn't reply - it was unlikely he was even listening but she continued anyway, chatting away casually as Toby came back with the sandwich fillings and she proceeded to make them.
All three heads whipped to the door as it burst suddenly open with a tingle and a loud 'whoosh'.
"Goodness me! Come in, come in, close the door be'ind ya there dear!" She exclaimed, surprised to say the least that anybody had dared even venture out in this weather, let alone come along for a pie. She voiced this thought as she ushered the soaked figure into a booth.
"You are open though?"
"Oh - yes! Yes o' course! We ain't always this quiet - oh you should see it when the weather's fair - you'd 'ave been lucky to even get a seat let alone a pie sir! No, you're the only customer we 'ad today so far, everybody's keeping all snug in their 'omes I imagine - ain't seen a storm like this in years! Now you sit there love, I'll get ya a nice hot pie!"
"Actually -" He began, raising a finger.
But she was gone, scurrying off quickly, still chattering about something as she went.
The man blinked. "She always like that?" He asked in a somewhat slurred voice to the other man occupying the room, sitting in a booth the other side of the shop.
Sweeney glanced up at him briefly and grunted a response the man assumed to mean 'yes.'
"There we are dear!" She said, placing a pie down in front of the stranger. "Best pies in London, these are! See for yaself," she said to him with a wink as she dipped to set the full mug of ale down as well.
"Thank you miss," he said, smiling up at her. Her eyes caught his and for just a split second she froze, her lips parting a little.
"Blimy!" She said, shaking herself a little. "You look awful like Mr. Todd you do sir!" She exclaimed, motioning to him. She saw Sweeney catch the man's eye for a moment as he looked over at him and their gazes held, both clearly thinking the same thing. Sweeney looked away after a brief moment, uninterested.
"Hm indeed it seems. A lucky fellow he is to be sure!"
She gave a little chuckle at that as the man grinned, flashing a gold tooth as he did.
"Now tell me good lady - is the weather always so bloody awful round here?"
She sighed, "more often than not I'm afraid. Still, it is Match, what can you expect? Where you from then sir? Oh - 'ang on, 'ope ya don't mind - was just making lunch fore you arrived, I'll be with you in a tic."
She bustled back to the counter, piling three sets of sandwiches onto plates. "Toby!" She sang out again. "Where'd that lad go Mr. T? 'E was 'ere a moment ago - ah there you are deary! 'Ere, lunch is ready."
"Thanks mum!" Toby took the plate and went to sit down with it.
She took the other two plates and moved over to Sweeney. "There y'are Mr. T love, can I get ya anything else?" She said, placing his plate down in front of him. "Mr. T!"
"Ya want anything else?"
He frowned, shaking his head briefly. Mrs. Lovett smiled at him, patting his shoulder fondly before moving away, back across the room to her customer. The man's dark eyes watched the small exchange - he looked away again quickly before she turned back to him. She glided across the room to sit herself down opposite him with her own lunch.
"So, love. What brings ya 'ere? And where'd ya say yer from, Mr…?"
"Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow to be precise."
"Ah - so you're a sailor Captain?"
Jack shot a quick grin at her. "In a manner of speaking."
Mrs. Lovett looked at him a little suspiciously at that but shook it off, taking a bite of her sandwich.
"And I'm from the Caribbean, as you asked. Mostly. Although I do venture far and wide - sail the seven seas and all that."
"Goodness me dearie, you certainly come a long way! And what brings you to England?"
"Business." Was all he offered. He took a bite of the pie, chewing and swallowing it down. "Hm I think it'd be safe to say you've earned that reputation of the best pies in London indeed Miss…?"
"Lovett. Mrs. Lovett." She said as she beamed at him. "And thank ya sir!"
He looked thoughtful. "These have an unusual taste … - delicious, none the less." He added quickly.
"Oh - yes - me secret recipe." She told him, as her eyes twinkled a little.
A loud clash of thunder set them both to glancing out the window briefly. Mrs. Lovett sighed. "I bet it's nice to live where you don't get no bad weather sir?"
"Believe me love, we've our fair share of storms where I'm from."
"Bet it's nice an' 'ot the rest of the time though? You certainly look like you're used to the sun," she commented, observing his extremely tanned skin.
They both looked round when Sweeney suddenly rose on the other side of the room without a word, making his way over to the door.
"Mr. T it's chucking it down still love - the roof's leaking up there remember?
She flew from her seat to catch him by the arm before he could reach the door. "You'll be swimming up there dear – all that damp ain't gonna do you no good."
"I don't care," he muttered, shrugging her off him and continuing to the door.
"Don't be silly love you'll catch yer death, stay down 'ere -"
But he was gone with a slam of the shop door. Mrs. Lovett sighed.
"Broody sort of fellow isn't he?" Jack quipped.
She turned back to Jack, moving to sit back down opposite him. "Mr. Todd? Oh - 'e's just 'ad a bit of an 'ard life."
Jack thought for a moment. "He's Todd - and you're Lovett." He observed, a finger to his chin. "He's not your husband then?"
"Oh - 'eavens no." I wish, she thought sourly. "No, 'e's just me tenant. Rents the room above 'e does. 'E's a barber ya know - best barber in London some even say." She told him fondly, a smile on her lips.
"I see." A very small smirk tickled the corner's of Jack's mouth. "So your husband…?"
"Widowed. Me Albert passed on ten years ago now. That's 'im, up there." She told Jack, nodding to the picture behind the counter. Jack looked up at it and pulled a face - which he quickly wiped off before she looked back at him.
"Ah 'e weren't first in line when the looks were 'anded out…or the brains…but 'e were good enough to me, rest 'is soul."
She glanced down to notice Jack's mug was empty. "Can I get ya another ale sir?" She asked, already standing and retrieving the mug.
"Actually – you wouldn't happen to have any rum would you?"
She didn't know why, but Jack Sparrow stayed all afternoon. She didn't know why, but he stayed after she closed up, locking the door for the night and clearing things away - she never invited him to stay, and he never said he would - he just stayed and that was that.
Mrs. Lovett found his company exceedingly enjoyable. The exotic man was full of outrageous stories of adventures and treasures and curses – most of them seemed somewhat ludicrous to her but he told them in such a way that she couldn't help but be totally enthralled. It was nice to be around somebody who she could actually hold a two sided conversation with for once – it seemed that Jack, very much like her, was rather fond of the sound of his own voice – the two were well matched in conversation.
She had found a quarter of a bottle of rum left from God knows how many years ago in the back of her liquor cabinet – but Jack had long since polished that off and moved onto the bottle of gin they were now sharing. The man was a drinker, that was for sure – he was also a charmer, and was becoming more and more obvious about this as the night went on.
"My lady!" He addressed her with his hands out towards her. "Your company is infinitely enjoyable – I don't know why I've been spending all my life in the Caribbean when there were ladies like you to be found in dear old England!"
She chuckled, looking down and shaking her head a little.
"I must say," Jack shuffled closer to her on the settee, a hand drifting up for his fingers to dance lightly up her arm, "with your husband gone ten years…you must get awful lonely…"
"Well – I got Mr. Todd now."
Jack pulled a face. "Doesn't seem like he'd be much company to me."
She sighed. "Well 'e's here ain't he…it's not 'is fault he's so cold like 'e is. Been through some terrible things the poor dear has. Least 'e's got me now," a sad smile touched her lips, her eyes unfocused on her glass in her hands, "I'll take care of 'im…"
Jack's eyes were narrowed at her, watching her intently. When she looked up he cleared his throat and went for the bottle of gin, drinking straight from it instead of bothering to re-fill his glass.
"And I've got me little Toby. Sweet lad 'e is."
"Ah. The boy scampering about the shop earlier."
She nodded. "'E's not me son but 'e's like me own. 'Elpes me round me shop an' 'e lives 'ere with me. Came from the work 'ouse poor thing."
She drained her glass and held it out towards Jack who re-filled it.
"Not bad stuff once you get used to it," he muttered of the gin, his voice rather slurred. "Not rum but…"
Mrs. Lovett laughed a little, propping her elbow on the back of the settee and leaning her head on her hand. "Tell me another story Mr. Sparrow," she asked him softly.
"It's captain, captain Sparrow love," he told her somewhat iritably, gesturing wildly with his hands and making her laugh again.
"And don't you think we've had enough stories for one night?" Jack sidled a little closer to her again, trailing his free hand up her arm once more. "I'd wager our time could be put to better use…"
"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow, a little smirk dancing on her lips. "Like?"
His hand left her shoulder abruptly to be held out grandly as he proclaimed; "a game of cards!"
A sound that could only be called a giggle escaped Mrs. Lovett at the man's antics as he grinned at her.
"A dance!" He continued, "Game of dice - indeed there are many sorts of – entertainment – with which we could amuse ourselves tonight…" Another grin and his hand found it's way back onto her arm to trace feather light patterns on her skin, making her shiver lightly.
Mrs. Lovett knew Jack Sparrow was trying to talk her into bed. She also knew it was working.
Well - what harm would it do? She wouldn't deny that fact that she needed it - she'd managed years alone after Albert had gone - but with Mr. Todd around again it wasn't surprising that she couldn't stop thinking about such things - and consequently she'd found herself increasingly frustrated of late…and it didn't look like she was going to be getting any from him…
She looked at Jack. He certainly wasn't bad looking - quite the opposite - in fact she would probably go as far as to say he was the most handsome man she'd ever seen next to her dear Mr. T - then, that was probably helped by the fact that the two did look almost scarily alike…
All this was why, when he finally snaked an arm about her waist and dipped his head towards her, she pushed her mouth hungrily to his and let him kiss her wildly, throwing her arms round his neck and pressing herself close to him, kissing him back with ardent that surprised even herself.
"Why my dear," he drawled when they parted, "if I had known you were going to respond in such a way I would have done that hours ago."
She gave him a little smirk, biting her lip a bit. "Me bedroom's just across the hall…" She murmured, her voice low.
Jack raised an eyebrow, letting a hand slide down from her neck, over her chest and down her bodice - it came to a stop on her thigh briefly before he stood - swaying rather alarmingly - and pulled her up by the hand. "Well then - lead the way milady!"
Just moments later they found themselves tumbling through her door, Jack pressing her quickly against it as she slammed it shut, reaching behind herself to turn the lock, her mouth not leaving his.
The kiss grew more and more heated, , her hands wrestling to get his shirt unbuttoned and off his shoulders, his hands wandering dangerously - until she yanked her head back from his suddenly, staring at him with wide searching eyes as she breathed hard. "This is just sex right?"
Jack stared at her a moment - before he grinned, running his free hand down her back to squeeze her backside. "Nothing but."
"And -" She pulled her mouth back from his once more, forcing herself to get the words out through her gasps - "just this once." She told him.
"Never thought otherwise love." He turned her in his arms, a hand sliding up her body to rub and squeeze her full breasts which were heaving over the top of her corset. "Just sex - this once." And he gave her a light shove forwards, making her fling her arms out to catch herself on the bed - and there was no looking back…
Well this is going to be a three-part fic, all parts of which are complete already – and I'm not bothering to pretend it has any plot because it doesn't and I'll be honest and tell you it's pretty much smut from here haha :P So if you liked it and want to read more you know what to do…;)
Quick note for anybody who's currently reading Deception…I apologise. I wouldn't exactly call it block since I have what I'm supposed to be writing planned out, I'm just really struggling, it won't seem to go right, and I'm hating everything I do get down. It's frustrated the hell out of me so much that I can't even open the damn document at the moment. I promise I'm not going to give up, I think I just had to have a bit of a break from it…hopefully I can get back on track soon! I think writing this helped to clear my head and get going again a bit :) So yes, apologies, bear with me, and feel free the throw stuff at me in the meantime! .
Will post the rest of this little one up soon if you like it! But you have to let me know! :P