A/N: Just a little story that popped into my head! Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SWEENEY TODD!

Nellie was running down the alley, drenching from the down-pouring rain that hadn't ended that night. She was crying and running away from a drunk that kept following her, and eventually was running to grab her. She ran farther and farther, feeling as though she was getting no where. She was screaming, and then felt a hand grab her wrist.

"Can't get away from me now." Said the man gruffly grabbing her waist throwing her against the wall. This was it. Game over.

Nellie woke up sweating profusely, with Sweeney Todd shaking her violently.

"Good god Mrs. Lovett! What is it now?" Sweeney asked a little bit agitated. She had been waking up from a nightmare that she hadn't told him about yet, every morning for the past few months. Every so often she would be screaming in her sleep, and Sweeney would have to wake her countless times.

"God. What is making you scream so much?" He said it as if he didn't care, but deep down he was a little worried for his accomplice.

"Oh. I am sorry love. Go back to bed. Sorry to wake you up." She said a little hurriedly. She waited for him to leave but he didn't.

"Why won't you tell me what your dream is?" He asked a little annoyed at her stubborness.

"Like I've said. Nothing big just a silly thing." She said quietly. But it was a silly thing. I had happened to her a few months ago. A man had raped her. She hadn't told anyone and she didn't know why. Maybe because she thought that people would pity her, when she was the one that always pitied other people. She was the strong one.

"Well obviously its something big." Sweeney said, a little bit more worry in his voice this time. She shook her head in protest, and he shrugged his shoulders.

"Well get some sleep, couple more hours and we open shop." And with that he turned and left the room. She laid back down, and tried to get comfortable, but all of a sudden, a wave of nausea over came her, causing her to immediately jump up to the bathroom. This was the 5th time this week that she had thrown up. She was beginning to worry. That could mean two things, she had a bug. Or, she had a big problem on her hands.

Meanwhile Sweeney was back in his shop brooding. But this time, about Nellie. He was beginning to worry about her. She was acting funny a lot, and she seemed to flinch whenever a man would walk by her, or even if he himself walked by, even to just get some gin. She had been getting sick lately too. And just as if on cue, he heard her vomit downstairs. He wanted to go check on her, but he just couldnt. He needed to plan on getting to the judge. But she kept creeping into his mind. Her sweet laugh. Her cute smile. Her low cut dresses. NO! He had to stop. But he couldn't.

"Damn woman." He muttered under his breath. Why couldn't he lov- No. He could NOT love her. But yet again, what was stopping him? Nothing was preventing him really. Lucy hadn't waited. She was a bit selfish to just leave everthing behind, and take her life, because she was sad. But why didn't she bear the pain and just wait? All of a sudden, something made him stand up, and he decided to go check on Nellie. He did not know why. He did not care. He wanted to for some reason, be with Nellie. She always seemed to lift his spirit when he was with her. He reached the shop door, and proceeded into the parlor, behind the shops room. He saw a light in the bathroom, and peered in to see Nellie crying in front of the toilet.

"Nellie?" He asked. He didn't know why he used her first name. And he didn't care. She immediately wiped away her tears, and wiped her mouth.

"Yes love?" Wait did he use her first name? No. Couldn't be. Maybe.

"What's been going on with you?" He asked coming closer to her. She backed away slightly.

"Why do you keep doing that?" He asked motioning to the spot where she just stood.

"Um. Doing what?" She asked not looking into his eyes. Before she could think twice, Sweeney had lifted her chin up with his hands. She immediately flinched again.

"That." He said quietly. "Really Nellie. Whats going on?" He pleaded. All of a sudden she let out her feeling once and for all. She began crying, and fell to the floor. Sweeney knelt down, and not knowing why, pulled her closer to him. He leaned against the wall, and she had her head in his lap. And he didn't care.

"Oh S-s-sweeney.." She whimpered. He liked it when she said his name, but not when she was crying.

"Please love. Tell me what's going on." He said stroking her auburn soft hair.

"I just thought t-t-that I shouldn't tell anyone...I thought it would be like it n-n-never happened.." She gasped in between cries. He waited patiently, and after a few more stutter fests she finally let it loose.

"I got raped Sweeney." She whispered, almost not loud enough to hear. But he heard it.

"You WHAT?" He asked pulling her away to look her in the face. She had begun to cry again. At first she thought he was angry with her, but that all changed, when he pulled her tighter to his chest. He took his arm, and pulled it underneath her knees, and picked her up. She didn't care what he was doing. He didn't know what or why he was doing it. But eventually he got to her bedroom, and set her down.

"Get some more sleep love." Love? What was going on? He was turning around, but she grabbed his wrist.

"Can you stay with me Sweeney. Please. I want to talk more with you." He turned and looked at her needy expression. He melted right there. He didn't know if it was love, but he felt something.

"Sweeney. I'm so scared." She said quietly, as he crawled in next to her. He wrapped her into his strong arms.

"Why are you scared? I am here, and it was so long ago. Nothings ever going to happen to you again." he said quietly. her breath on his neck felt so good. So right. His bod and her body seemed to fit like two puzzle pieces.

"Well, I think something big happened." She whispered, a little awkward at telling him what she thought happened.

"Well pet, something big DID happen." He was confused, of course it was big.

"No Sweeney. That's not what I meant." She said quietly. She couldn't believe it, he was letting her snuggle her body into his. It felt so good. To be in the arms of a man that she knew and loved. She knew he didn't love her but she could still dream right?

"Well what do you mean?" He asked, gently rubbing her back. He didn't know why but he liked holding her and talking with her. They were so.. connected.

"I.. I think I might be.. pregnant." She said the word sadly. He was silent for a minute and finally said,

"Don't you think you should go see if you are?" He asked. He could tell she was crying again, because he felt his shirt getting wet with her tears.

"I just don't want to go and hear her say that I am. I don't want to be. Not really." She sobbed. He just hugged her tightly and whispered,

"Just try to get some sleep, I will stay." She nodded, and after a few minutes Sweeney felt her body become less tensed, and he felt her breathing go to a steady pace. She was so calm and pretty. This poor woman. What was she going to do with a baby if it was true? 'I'll help her. I'll take care of her.' He thought to himself.

"I love you Nellie." He whispered lightly kissing her head, thinking she was asleep. But she wasn't. And she smiled and decided not to tell him that she heard, he might become angry and leave. She was going to savour every minute of this.

Hey! This isn't the end, but I am going to make this kinda short, not a bunch of chapters. Thanks for reading!