"Sherlock," John said in horror, staring at the cabinet.

"John," Sherlock boringly replied, not moving from the sofa.

"Sherlock," John said, now his voice just a whisper.

"John," Sherlock opened his eyes, wondering where the name calling was going.

"Sherlock," John said, now annoyed that Sherlock wasn't responding right.

"John!" Sherlock replied cheerfully, glad to annoy his flatmate.

John finally had enough of the nonsense, and turned away from the cabinet, after grabbing a red box. He walked back into the living area and held up the box.

"Explain this," he said, with a glare for good measure.

"It's a box of tea. Do you really not-" Sherlock began, before being interrupted.

"Explain this," John said, this time opening the box. It was completely empty, not even a few loose tea bits in it.

"It's empty. Problem?"

"Yes there's a problem! I need tea! And since I didn't use the last bag, you have to go out and get some more."

"You're the only one who drinks tea in the house, so-"

"And did you have to put the box back?" John ignored Sherlock and went to sit on one of the armchairs, and hugged his knees to his chest, balancing the empty box on his knees.

"It's not a box of tea if you put it back when it's empty."

"John-"

"Now it's just a box filled with lies and broken promises and crushed dreams."

John knocked the box off his knees so he could rest his head on top of them. He shut his eyes.

"Please go get more," he said quietly.

Sherlock watched his flatmate for a while, wondering just why John reacted this was over the loss of tea. Coffee was a perfect substitute, or hot cocoa, which they had both in the flat, so why make such a fuss over tea?

John cracked one of his eyes open, and notice Sherlock hadn't moved.

"I said go get more!" John suddenly shouted, causing Sherlock to jump.

Sherlock then quickly stood and grabbed his scarf and coat, and quickly exited the flat. He would get tea, if just to save John's sanity. As he exited the door, he was pretty sure he heard what sounded like a string of curses muffled by sobbing.

Sherlock sped up.

They needed tea, and fast.


A/N: This is sorta based on my love of tea, and how I freak out when we're out of it at my house. I don't react as badly as John does, but I do panic a little.
I love tea. Apparently John does too.