A/N: Welcome to the first magical fanfiction by us. We're still finding our feet with the whole collaboration thing, so it's a tad short. Hope you enjoy!
It was only when a visiting official mentioned it, that the Quartermaster noticed Q Branch always had the scent of tea hanging in the air. He'd shrugged it off the first time it happened, and all the official got in response to his comment was a brief, witty retort.
The second time it happened was one of the rare days James Bond decided to grace the lowly minions of Q Branch with his presence, and inevitably he and Q had ended up in a verbal sparring match. Q knew to some degree that it was a test of his competence, so responded with a retort similar to the one he had thrown at the official. He pondered the source of the 'smell' briefly as Bond left the Branch, but his musings were cut short when an lasagna exploded in the corner and Q had to go and sort out the mess it had made.
This time (the third time, might he add) it was M who snappishly informed the Quartermaster that Q Branch smelled like Earl Grey. Despite having a clever comeback on the tip of his tongue, Q didn't feel like angering Mallory that day (mainly because it would've cost him his job) and so kept his mouth shut. However, with no exploding lasagnas to distract him, he had no choice but to ponder on the worryingly true words of his boss.
So it was only now that Q was forced to face the pile of used tea cups he had gathered from various spots in Q Branch (he had even found one tangled in the experimental grappling suspenders) as well as the unerring truth; he had a bad habit for drinking tea where he shouldn't.
A/N: There will be more...hopefully :D PLEASE FAVOURITE (or review; we don't mind) IF YOU ENJOYED!
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