First chapter, the story is going to get much more interesting in future chapters. Promise. Thanks for reading, tell me what you think!

Leading Sweeney up to the shop, Mrs. Lovett almost felt guilty for letting him believe that his wife was dead, but it was for the best she supposed. Things were much too different for them to try and return to their old life. And if she was being quite honest with herself, Mrs. Lovett didn't want him going back to her. This was her chance, her opportunity for him to finally see her.

She looked back at him after reaching the top of the steps and watched for a moment as he lifted his heavy feet one by one. He had changed almost entirely. His face was harder and colder, constantly wearing the same expression. His mouth held a stern line on his face, only a little rosiness stood out against his pale skin. The hair, the clothes, the voice, they were all different.

But one thing she was thankful for remaining unchanged were his eyes. She expected them to be most drastic and unrecognizable, but seeing the dark chocolate brown irises staring off into the distant past almost made her catch her breath. They were the eyes of Benjamin Barker, only there was pain. There was so much more pain in them now.

Mrs. Lovett unlocked the door and led him into the now decaying shop that once belonged to him. He kept very quiet and stood rigid as he inspected the small room. After a few moments, she caught his attention by pulling up a box containing his old razors from underneath the floorboards.

She felt a certain pride of being the person that held a link between Mr. Barker and Mr. Todd. His eyes flashed at the polished silver nostalgically.

"I could have sold them, but I didn't," she stated still proud, but also making sure he understood the hint that she was hoping…waiting for him to return all those years he was gone. It was hard to tell if he caught on or not, but this new Mr. Todd was somewhat difficult to read altogether. He may have been difficult to read, but Mrs. Lovett's feelings for this man appeared to have remained unscathed, her gaze searching longingly for his.

But his was fixed on the smooth, cold razors that he turned carefully in his fingers, perhaps the most important part of who he was left untouched for years.

So he was reunited with his razors. But Mrs. Lovett was hoping for a slightly more eventful reunion between the two of them. However, she didn't want to push anything, so she figured keeping quiet and slightly distant was a good way to handle things. Her mind changed about this tactic when Mr. Todd suddenly told her to leave. She hesitated for a moment before standing up and walking out. After closing the door, she looked through the small window wistfully and headed back down to her ever-empty pie shop.

She started to feel a small pang of guilt for the small lie she told earlier. But it wasn't a lie, she told herself. It was a small withholding of the truth. She rolled her eyes at herself; of course they were the same thing. Maybe she should just tell him. Just tell him that his wife is alive and mad and living on the street corners begging for alms from strangers. But I couldn't do that to him, it would be better for him to just leave his old life behind and start anew. It would be for his own good.

She couldn't believe she was arguing with herself about this. Of course she had to tell him. She was being selfish, and what if he found out? He would be furious with her she was sure.

Looking up at the ceiling, she tried to decide what she was going to tell him. Where she was going to tell him…when she was going to tell him.

Oh dear, she thought to herself again. Well I suppose I should just nick it. No funny business.

Mrs. Lovett focused her attention back to her work, where it did not stay. Her mind kept wandering to the mysterious man the floor above her that she used to know, as she hummed and continued making what were truly known as the worst pies in London.