Jack stood in the TARDIS kitchen, trying to find the bag. It had been shoved to the very back of one of the cupboards, almost as if someone had been trying to hide it. When he finally pulled back, he noticed with concern that the bag was almost empty. Jack sighed. Someone would be very angry if they ran out…
The Doctor bounced into the kitchen like an over-active sheepdog on its first day in the fields. Plates went flying as he searched the cupboards enthusiastically before finally pulling back with his sonic screwdriver clenched firmly in his fist. Jack blinked.
“Err, Doctor,” he began, “what’s your screwdriver doing in my kitchen?”
The Doctor noticed Jack for the first time.
“Jack! I’ve got the most fantastic idea for a planet today! It’s….” His voice trailed off as he noticed the almost empty bag in Jack’s hand. The excited look in his eyes died, and was replaced with something that looked very much like fear. With a muffled exclamation, he spun and half-ran out of the kitchen, his steps dying away towards the control room. Jack sighed and left, directing his feet towards Rose’s room. This wasn’t going to be easy.
Rose looked at her reflection in the mirror, satisfied with the way her hair curled lightly over her shoulders. She wasn’t sure about the peacock blue top yet. She decided she’d wait to see if the boys noticed, before making a firm choice.
The knock on her door startled her, but not unduly. She was surprised to see Jack hovering in the aperture, as if unsure of his reception. Her brow creased as he shuffled in, but any comment died on her lips as he held out the pathetically depleted bag. Her eyes met Jack’s, and she could see her own fear mirrored in his eyes.
“Oh shit. Where is he?”
Jack pointed mutely in the direction of the control room, and Rose ran towards it, her top now completely forgotten.
She found the Doctor not, surprisingly, under the central console. Instead, he was up against one of the walls, brandishing his sonic screwdriver threateningly at it.
“Give it back!!! You know how much I need it!!! I can’t go on without it! Rose says she can’t afford to keep buying it and if I don’t have it……”
The Doctor collapsed onto the floor, weakly banging his fists against the walls. His eyes were red-rimmed, and he was beginning to shake with withdrawal. Rose ran across the room to hold him in her arms, murmuring softly under her breath.
“There, there Doctor, don’t worry. I’m sure I can manage to buy you at least one more bag of sugar……”