Close Shave (Sweeney Todd)

Title: Close Shave
Word Count: 200
Fandom: Sweeney Todd
Challenge: #35 Time Travel
Notes: Don't own it.

"I'm so sorry, Giles!" Willow squeaked. Giles sternly glared at Willow.

"Just as long as it doesn't happen again."

"No! No more time-traveling spells from yours truly, no siree!" Willow babbled. Giles smiled slightly, relenting.

"But it is good to be back. 19th century London would not have been my first choice of time and place to travel to."

"I know, I was all insane with worry! What if you had been mugged, or dumped in a ditch somewhere, or, or…"

"Calm yourself, Willow! I am fine as you can see. In fact, I was just on my way to get a shave with some Sweeney Todd fellow. Strange man, but quite good with a razor."

Willow paled at the name.

"Good lord, are you alright?"

"Yup." She said weakly, "Good thing I got you out when I did, then, huh?"

Giles stared at her in confusion.

"What are you talking about?"

Willow just pointed to the reams of old newspapers she had acquired upon pinpointing the time and place she had sent him to. Giles read the first headline and was suddenly glad for Willow's excellent timing. He had really had no wish to become part of a meat pie.