Jim's look of mild amusement disappears a nanosecond after Bones does, and turns frantic about the same time. "Bones?" his voice is somehow still firm, but he's not sure how he manages it. He can't lose him too. Jim flings his hand out where Bones has been, contacts nothing. No, no, no--
"Bones!" Jim circles through the kitchen, to everywhere they'd stood and everything that Bones touched. Panic wells up and kicks his brain into overdrive, he yells up the stairs for Kyle. The ring has Bones' signature, it can track him-- tell whether or not he's gone.
But there's no answer there, either.
Jim's breathing is erratic, he's standing in the middle of the room flexing and unflexing his hands. Think. Upstairs first. Look for Kyle. If he's gone, call Spock, then Chekov. Clara. Ivy.
He tears the upstairs apart. Finds nothing but Kyle's ring, which he knows - he knows he'd never leave without. Jim swallows, puts it on a finger. It says something in his mind about his not being authorized to use it, and he frowns at it and almost pitches the damned thing across the room because he was counting on it (on Kyle) to find--
To find Bones.
He rearranges his priorities. Ivy. He needs to get to her first, and he casts about the room, picks up the first piece of paper and reasonably writing instrument he can find, scrawls out a message to her. But he can't sit still while he waits for her (he knows she'll come, he knows everything about her--) so he keeps looking, racking his memory for anything he can think of that would be relevant here. People don't just disappear.
(But they do. Spock did. Rose did. Jack-- so many people.)
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"Bones!" Jim circles through the kitchen, to everywhere they'd stood and everything that Bones touched. Panic wells up and kicks his brain into overdrive, he yells up the stairs for Kyle. The ring has Bones' signature, it can track him-- tell whether or not he's gone.
But there's no answer there, either.
Jim's breathing is erratic, he's standing in the middle of the room flexing and unflexing his hands. Think. Upstairs first. Look for Kyle. If he's gone, call Spock, then Chekov. Clara. Ivy.
He tears the upstairs apart. Finds nothing but Kyle's ring, which he knows - he knows he'd never leave without. Jim swallows, puts it on a finger. It says something in his mind about his not being authorized to use it, and he frowns at it and almost pitches the damned thing across the room because he was counting on it (on Kyle) to find--
To find Bones.
He rearranges his priorities. Ivy. He needs to get to her first, and he casts about the room, picks up the first piece of paper and reasonably writing instrument he can find, scrawls out a message to her. But he can't sit still while he waits for her (he knows she'll come, he knows everything about her--) so he keeps looking, racking his memory for anything he can think of that would be relevant here. People don't just disappear.
(But they do. Spock did. Rose did. Jack-- so many people.)
And he's not going to give up.