When Spock next opened his eyes, he was alone in bed.
“Jim?” he questioned loudly. He listened for the sound of the shower. There was nothing.
It was rare these days that his husband rose before him. In the first days of their bond, Jim’s sleep was often interrupted and he’d be up before Spock.
He could hear nothing from the other parts of the apartment.
Throwing back the covers, Spock rose from the bed, already running to the living room and kitchen.
The apartment was empty.
Spock’s heart began to pound in panic.
He hurried back to the bedroom to change to go look for Jim. His fear increased when he spotted Jim’s communication device on the table by their bed.
“T’hy’la, where are you?”