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Perchance to Dream (COMPLETE)	By : Khaleesi-Of-Dragons Category: S through Z > Sweeney Todd (Movie Only) > Sweeney Todd (Movie Only) Views: 1304 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Sweeney Todd, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Any and all songs used belong to their respective owners.

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It was a busy afternoon when her guest stopped in, Elizabeth not noticing him in the crowd of people waiting to be served until he called out her name. At the sound of his voice, she turned and greeted the young man with a cheerful smile, moving through the crowd until she was standing in front of him with a pitcher of ale in her hand. "I didn't think you would come," she admits breathlessly. Already, the tide of people were being directed out into the courtyard because all the tables in the shop were completely filled.
"I wanted to see you again," he admits, but his voice was soft and the constant buzz of talking drowned him out, so Elizabeth couldn't hear him. "I wanted to see you again!" With a laugh, Elizabeth pulls him with her until they stood under the stairs that lead up to her brother's parlor. "I-I wanted to see you again," he repeats for the third time, Elizabeth finally able to hear him.
"Well, I'm very glad you came, Mister James."
"Please, it's just Andrew." He gives her another of his shy smiles and she returns it with one that spoke of confidence. "It's quite busy today, isn't it?" Both look back towards the courtyard, Andrew looking completely astounded at the small shop's success. "Is it always like this?"
"Only recently, I think the owner changed something in the recipe." Elizabeth shrugs, looking back to Andrew and taking in his features. He has a light tan with a few freckles and a strong jaw, his lips were a pale pink and full, and his nose was small with a slight bump near the middle. He didn't look starved, so he may come from a good family—not necessarily high class, but he never had to worry about his next meal. "Where are you from, if I may ask?"
"Both of my grandparents live here in London, but my parents and I moved to America when I was ten." He blushes a little, as though he wasn't used to talking about himself. "I came to live here again when I was seventeen after my parents died and I've been here since then."
"What's America like?" Elizabeth had never been outside London, so a place as far away as America seemed almost impossible to imagine. "I've heard it never rains there!" Andrew chuckles at her enthusiasm, biting his lip again.
"Well, it does rain over there, though not as often as it does here and the sun seems like it's always out. I had forgotten how cold it was here until I came back." He shrugs, looking up at the overcast sky and then back to Elizabeth. She was staring up at him with wide eyes, her attention focused solely on him as he continues to talk. "It was so warm there, and more things grew there that it's hard to grow here. They have these family homes called plantations and the houses are as large as any they have here. The land those houses sit on seems to stretch for miles with no end in sight. I miss it some days, but I have my family here."
"I've never left London." She felt rather embarrassed to admit it, her cheeks turning a dark pink. "I was an orphan until my brother found me again, my owner didn't like to leave when business could almost always be found here."
"Owner?"
"Yes, the man that bought me from the workhouse." Andrew's brows scrunch together as he cups Elizabeth's face. "Does... Does America not have things like that?"
"They have slaves there, but I never thought it was right. No human should own another, no matter how different their social status is." He frowns down at Elizabeth, studying her for a long moment as she lowers her gaze. She was pretty in her own way, he supposed, her long hair had a slight wave to it that added texture and her nose was a bit small while it seemed to flatten slightly at the tip. She was a tiny thing, though she looked to be healthier than some of the other women he'd seen while patrolling the city. "No one will ever own you again, Elizabeth," he promises when she meets his gaze again. "I'll see to that personally." He'd be damned if he allowed innocent women to be enslaved when he could help them. He started slightly when Elizabeth pressed her lips against his, hers soft and firm as the pitcher of ale crashes to the pavement and her hands grip the front of his waistcoat. He wasn't sure at first what to do, then instinct took over and he let his hands rest gently on her hips, kissing her back and letting all the noise and distraction fade away.
"Oi!" The sudden shout and a sharp pain in his head is what dropped Andrew back into reality, turning to find an angry auburn-haired woman standing behind him with a rolling pin clutched in one of her hands. "We don't need your kind here attacking us!"
"Mrs. Lovett," Elizabeth calls out, stepping between Andrew and the mad woman before she could hit him again with the rolling pin. "He wasn't attacking me!" Mrs. Lovett lowers the pin, sending Andrew a suspicious glance over Elizabeth's head. "I'm the one that initiated the kiss, not him."
"You don't 'ave to do that sort of thing, dear." Elizabeth lets out a soft laugh, stepping over the broken shards of the pitcher and turning Lovett around. "Alright then, but be safe and don' let you-know-who find out about this or your man there may not be safe."
"Yes, ma'am," Elizabeth laughs, giving the other woman a nudge to get her walking again before turning to face Andrew. "I'm sorry, she's protective of the people she's closest to."
"No need to apologize," Andrew says with a laugh of his own as he moves closer to her. "I'm glad you have someone to protect you. No one will ever dare to lay a hand on either of you while she has that rolling pin in hand."
"Oh yes, it's her favorite weapon to keep ruffians and vagabonds from taking advantage of us." A comfortable silence falls between them, one Andrew and Elizabeth spent studying each other further. "Will you stay for a while since you're not on duty? I do owe you lunch, after all."
"I'd love to, my lady." Elizabeth shakes her head, crinkling her nose and making Andrew laugh again.
"Call me Lettie."
"I knew a girl with that name once," Andrew says as he lets Elizabeth lead him into the shop. Most of the customers were gone now, their bellies full and hard work to do until supper. "She lived with some Judge and she was always sad." Andrew looked sad now as well, sitting at one of the empty tables and watching Lettie as she moved about the shop expertly. "She had these eyes that just... Well, you didn't want to look away from them, they were like some sort of—" He shakes his head again with a laugh. "I don't know how to explain it, but they showed everything she felt, and when you looked into them, you felt that too. She was very pretty and I swore that I would marry her one day, but then I moved to America and I was forced to leave her behind."
"But now you're back." She sets a flour-covered plate in front of him with a single pie in the center, a cup of ale set down next to the plate. He grasps her wrist to keep her from moving away again, staring up at her knowingly.
"And now I'm back, Lettie."
"I'm not the girl you remember, Andrew," Elizabeth whispers, working her wrist out of his grasp. "I've changed too much to be that girl anymore." Andrew stands and pulls her into a mind-numbing kiss, cutting off anything she might have said and making her forget everything around her except the feel of Andrew's body against her own. She'd loved him back in her childhood, even before the Judge took her away from here, and she even remembered him vaguely after she forgot everything else. She'd felt content with her new life, but Andrew made her happy about it. And then, just as she was ready to pull back for breath, Andrew stumbles away and drops to the floor, clutching at his leg in pain.
"And don't you touch her again," Toby growls down at him. It seems they would never be able to share a kiss without someone in her family injuring Andrew at some point.
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