A/N: I don't own Sweeney Todd. This is my first attempt at a Sweeney Todd fic, so don't throw me with fireballs.

Not while I'm around.

Johanna walked into the pie shop, she went down the stairs slowly, wondering where Anthony was – but she was also curious to see where the barber had gone.

And there they were. The barber, the beggar woman, the judge – even the beadle. All dead. The man with the woman in his arms – that provided an almost sweet image. She knew him. He'd yelled out his name before killing her guardian. Not Sweeney Todd, the local barber, but Benjamin Barker. Her father.

She'd one day sweet-talked one of the servant boys to let her out of her room, and to take her to the library. There she'd found her birth certificate. Daughter of Lucy and Benjamin Barker. Occupation? Barber. Transported for life. Accompanied by the file was a photograph, of a woman that looked a lot like her, or shall we say she looked a lot like the woman? The same pale skin, gentle features and yellow hair. The man was holding the baby, looking fondly down at her. Sometimes she wondered what his crime had been. But then she looked at the smiling blonde woman, and summarized the man she knew the judge to be. She concluded that his crime had been foolishness.

That's what she saw now. Her father holding her mother. The beggar woman she'd always watched from her window – and who always watched her through her window. She was truly a beauty, even with the scars and boils. Even in death. Blood dripped slowly onto her face, coming from the dark slit across Sweeney's throat.

"Did the worl' a favor, I did." A small voice came. She followed the sound, her eyes found a little boy, sitting against the wall, flicking a razor back and forth. "He killed a lot of people, miss. And then he killed Mrs. Lovett. Me mum."

"The woman from the pie-shop?" Johanna asked.

"Yeah. She's there." He pointed to a large, silver canteen. A fire was still burning in it. "He didn't care abou' her. All he wan'ed was…" He seemed at a loss to what Sweeney wanted.

"He wanted revenge." She told him. "Revenge on the judge."

"Bu' why kill Mrs. Lovett?"

"I can offer no explanation." She said, crouching down in front of him. "Come on, let's go up."

"I can't leave her."

"She's gone now." She held out a hand to him. "Come, little birdie."

"What is to become of me withou' her?"

"I'll take care of you. Come on."

"And this?" He flipped the razor again.

"Leave it."

He seemed to hesitate before allowing it to clatter to the floor.

"What is your name?"

"Toby. And you?"

"I'm Johanna."

"I heard Mr. Todd talking abou' you. He missed you a lo', he did."

"Come now, Toby, we'll go wait for Anthony."

He took ahold of her hand and allowed her to pull him up.

"I couldn't save Mrs. Lovett, ma'am, but this time I promise. Nothin's gonna harm you." He said, sounding extremely young.

"Not while I'm around." She finished, leading him up the stairs.