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Here’s a repost of “Independence Day” a flash from July 2020

“I now declare my independence,” Jim said as he walked beside Bones.

Bones smirked. “From Gary?”

“Gary and from all others. No more relationships, Bones. I am footloose and fancy free.” Jim turned around and started walking backwards, doing a little foot work as he did so, laughing at the look Bones was giving him.

He turned around then and walked straight into…

“Oomph.” Jim staggered back and a hand shot out to steady him. He felt himself blushing hot. And staring into the most beautiful pair of dark eyes he’d ever seen. “Uh. Hi. And, um, sorry.”

The guy, a Vulcan, arched a brow. “That was quite a dance.”

“Uh.” Jim laughed uncomfortably. “Yeah. I was…sort of celebrating. Jim Kirk.”

“Spock. What were you celebrating?”

“A, uh.” He moistened his lips. “A break up.”

“How fortunate.”

“It is?”

“For me,” Spock said, matter-of-fact. “Dinner?”

Jim heard Bones coughing nearby.

He ignored him.

Smiled.

“Yeah. Dinner sounds great.”

“Jim!”

“Uh. Hang on one second,” Jim said.

The Vulcan, Spock, looked past him to Bones. “Your keeper?”

Jim laughed. “Nah. He only thinks so. Give me one minute.”

Jim scurried back to Bones. “Hey, I’m…”

“Yeah, I figured that,” Bones said sarcastically. “What happened to all that talk of Independence with a capital I?”  

“Well, I did say of relationships,” Jim pointed out.

“Uh-huh. So this thing with that guy, who’s a professor at the Academy, by the way, is just gonna be a one-night stand?”

“Or two or three or you know whatever amount it takes.” Jim winked.

“Should I expect you home tonight?”

Jim glanced at Spock who narrowed his eyes. Jim licked his lips, swallowed. “No. No. I don’t think so.” He patted Bones’ arm. “Or maybe for a couple of nights.”

“A couple of nights? Jim…”

“Longer even.”

“Jim!”

“See you, Bones.”

He scrambled after Spock who had begun to walk away. He fell into step beside the Vulcan.

“Professor huh?”

“Yes, Cadet. So do…behave.”

Jim stumbled, then blushed. “Yeah. Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

Jim cleared his throat as he struggled to keep up with Spock’s long strides. “Sir. Yes, sir.”

He could be independent in a day or two. Right.