James T. Kirk, Captain of the Starship Enterprise, stretched contentedly as he slowly awoke to his alarm's beeping. He then sighed as he felt the cold sheets next to him. Of course they were cold. He never stayed. Jim would fall asleep soon after, no matter how hard he tried to keep awake. And when he woke in the morning, his first officer was gone.

Jim sighed once more as he pulled himself out of bed. Once he was in uniform, he could suppress the loneliness, pretend that he didn't care he always woke alone. By the time he ate breakfast, he actually believed it himself.

The days went by. Sometimes they were routine, and sometimes his crew became infected by space dust or the transporter malfunctioned. Jim was perfectly capable of handling any situation that came his way. During the day at least.

In the evenings, his first officer would come by his quarters. Usually, they simply played chess, and then Spock would leave. Sometimes, however, his first officer would have a gleam in his eyes, and chess was forgotten. But Spock never stayed the whole night, and every morning after, Jim woke to cold sheets.

This particular morning should not have been any different. Jim's alarm went off at it's normal time. He stretched his arms out, and his fingers contacted warmth. Spock was still gone, but the sheets were warm. Warm enough that Jim knew Spock had left minutes before the alarm went off.

Jim smiled, and no longer felt so alone.

A/N: Thinking about doing a companion drabble from Spock's POV...Thoughts?