Not Without You [Chris Evans]

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Megan's POV

I walked through the employee entrance and quickly orientated myself, heading to where I'd find Sadie's shooting schedule for the day. Checking the time, I figured Sadie should be about done with hair and makeup by now, so I went to find her. I'd had to run a few errands this morning, so I'd left the house long before Chris and Sadie. Sadie had given me the afternoon off so I could get my stuff over to my cousins' house and get settled in before I had to be at the Hemsworth's to babysit tonight.

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"And then it's just a matter of how long it takes for them to be happy with that scene," I agreed, looking over at Sadie as we stepped outside to cross the lot to our set for the next couple weeks. The wind came up suddenly and blew my hair into my face, temporarily blinding me. I stopped walking, afraid of what or who I'd run into. It took me a moment but I got it all out of my face and started to catch up with Sadie, who'd kept walking, still replying to a text from her son.

"You're late!" a strange man said to me, suddenly grabbing my hand and tugging me in a different direction. "Where the hell have you been? You were supposed to be here an hour ago! The set is this way."

"I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong person," I tried to say, only to have him talk over me.

"You know Mr Martin doesn't like to be kept waiting. Thank God you're already in costume."

"I don't know who you think I am, but I'm not her," I said, digging in my heels and refusing to move further, pulling my hand from his grip. "I'm Megan Jones, Sadie Wilson's assistant." I showed him my credentials and he stared at me in amazement, his earlier haste forgotten.

"Sorry – I just can't believe it!" He inspected me closer, jaw dropped in surprise. "It's uncanny, really. You could be her twin."

"Her who?" I asked, still confused. "I'm the only redhead here today that I've seen."

"Allison Lucky," he answered, still staring at me.

"Never heard of her."

"British model, actress, singer, et cetera. How's it possible that you're wearing the exact same outfit I gave her last night for this video?"

"I just got this shirt last week at a little boutique, so it's not the only one in town."

"But your eyes and hair – that shade of red hair is impossible to fake."

"Well, I was born with it – it's definitely not L'Oréal or Maybelline," I said impatiently, ready to be on my way now that he knew I wasn't who he was looking for.

"Megan, what's the holdup?" Sadie asked, coming over to us and looking from me to the stranger curiously. "Did my schedule get changed?"

"Sorry, Sadie – I must have a doppelganger. He thinks I'm some other redhead that's supposed to be filming something here today on one of the other sets."

"Oh," she said, taken aback for an instant before giving him a polite smile. "Sorry sir, but this really is my assistant, Megan Jones, and we need to be getting to the set."

"Please tell me you can follow basic instructions and dance a bit," the man begged, looking back at me. "If you can sing, even better, but I'd settle for lip syncing at this point, honestly."

I raised an eyebrow at him but nodded. "Yes, to all of the above but why do you need to know?"

"Excellent. Mrs Wilson, can I borrow your assistant for a couple hours? We really need to get this video finished today and she's perfect – especially since I can't find the girl that's supposed to be here."