SUMMARY: Chris/JC.  JC nearly loses something important to him,
except he already has.


Necklace, by Mercutio (mercutio@europa.com)

Chris stared sadly at JC, who sat backstage, hunched down on a
couch in the Quiet Room, one hand tightly clenched around the Leo
necklace that had gone flying into the crowd.  Security had tried
to stop him, but JC's reaction had been immediate, and they hadn't
known he was going to dive after it.

He'd nearly started a riot.  He had the bruises to prove it.

Chris wrapped his arms around himself so that he wouldn't try to
touch JC.  Softly, he said, "I could've gotten you another one, C. 
I didn't know it meant that much to you."

JC clutched his fist more tightly around the necklace.  "No, this
one.  It means something."

He bowed his head, because he knew it meant the time when he still
thought it could work with JC, before everything went bad between
them, but JC was wrong, it would still mean something, because a
lot of things had happened, but Chris had never stopped loving JC.

-the end-