title: clef
author: annie oates
fandom: *nsync rpf
pairing: none, really.
rating: g
archive: ask.
disclaimers: not real. not mine. deny everything.
warnings: rpf, gen
summery: j.c. had a key.
feedback: always welcome.



J.C. had a key.

Covered in fine patina and only moderately heavy, it smelled of old oil cans; he kept it on a sliver of red ribbon, beneath his shirt.

The other guys looked at it – at him, expectantly. J.C. didnt notice, or if he did, he didn't remark on it. Not until the morning Chris cornered him, demanding to know what it meant.

"What is it, C? Some sort of icon? Symbolizing the struggle between the World and Enlightenment? How we are all trapped in the physical but we each hold a key to the middle path?"

J.C. considered him for a moment and softly said, "Hey man, it's just a key."

Chris blinked. "Yeah. That's what I thought." And didn't ask again.

end.