A/n: I've been listening to Phantom of the Opera again, and so I got inspired. And I've wanted to do a Sweeney/Lindsey fic since I wrote MVR so here it is. It's up to you guys whether this stays oneshot, or if it's multiple chapters. I'll get right back on writing Barber and his Bakers, don't worry, I just have more ideas for this right now.
Summary: Lindsey Lovett let's Sweeney Todd live the night he kills her mother and they both realize they need each other. Beginning is taken from Barber and his Bakers but after that I'm writing a new story.
Disclaimer: Sweeney Todd belongs to Steven Sondheim, the POTO lyrics I used belong to Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber, Lindsey Lovett belongs to me.
"Don't I know you? she said. You knew she lived," Sweeney said.
"I was only thinking of you," Mrs. Lovett said, voice thick with tears.
"You lied to me."
"No, no not lied at all! No I never lied!" Said she took the poison, she did, never said that she died. Poor thing! She lived but it left her weak in the head. All she did for months was just lie there in bed Should've been in a hospital wound up in bedlam instead. Poor thing! Better you should think she was dead! Yes, I lied 'cause I love you! I'd be twice the wife she was I love you! Could that thing have cared for you like me?"
"Mrs. Lovett," Sweeney said, the manic glint returning to his eyes. "You're a bloody wonder, eminently practical and yet appropriate as always. As you've said repeatedly there's little point in dwelling on the past! Now come here my love! Not a thing to fear my love!" He began dancing her across the bake house. Lindsey froze. She knew what was coming. She tore out of the bake house, up the stairs, and into the barber shop. Ignoring the girl (who she knew had to be Johanna) sitting in the barber's chair, she grabbed a razor and ran back downstairs.
"And life is for the alive, my dear." Mr. Todd was singing. Lindsey hid in the bake house, waiting to make her move "So let's keep living it! Just keep living it! Really living it!"
With those words Lindsey hear her mother scream. A terrible scream of pain that tore into Lindsey's heart. She turned just in time to see her mother burning in the oven and Mr. Todd heartlessly closing the door, muffling the screams. Tears brimmed in Lindsey's brown eyes. It wasn't possible. Her mother couldn't be gone!
Sweeney walked over to Lucy's body and pulled it into his arms. "There was a barber and his wife…" Lindsey remembered the razor in her hand. "And she was beautiful." Her heart broke with the pain of losing her mother and the pain of what she knew she had to do. "A foolish barber and his wife." Then she noticed the tears in his eyes. "She was his reason and his life." It was the most human she'd ever seen him. "And she was beautiful." Lindsey felt a rush of pity for the barber. They weren't so different, the two of them. And he was all she had left. "And she was virtuous. And he was…"
Lindsey dropped the razor. "Pitiful creature of darkness," she sang, "What kind of life have you known?" She began walking towards him, slowly. "God give me courage to show you," she sang as she offered him her hand and pulled him onto his feet. He went slightly rigid at her closeness. "You are not alone!" She took his bloodstained face in her hands and pressed her lips to his. When he didn't respond, she was frightened, but his cold heart melted, and he slid an arm around her waist, drawing her closer.
She broke off and laid her head against his shoulder, silent tears pouring down her cheeks. For a moment he just stood there, holding her close. She didn't know how, and she didn't know why, but she felt so calm. Calm in the arms of a killer. "You should leave here," he whispered into her hair.
"No," she whispered back, "I want to stay with you."
He drew back, looking straight into her eyes. "Why?"
She swallowed nervously before answering. "Because you're all I have left."
A/n: Short? Yeah. OOC for Mr. Todd? Maybe a little. Do I want you to review? Heck yes! Remember, it's up to you guys whether or not I continue this, or whether it's good as a oneshot.