Not Without You [Chris Evans]

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Chris' POV

"Hey - where are you, baby?" I asked, anxiously scanning the terminal for my girlfriend; you'd think with such bright red hair it would be easier to find her, but she was so short I sometimes struggled to find her in crowds.

"On your left," Megan said before laughing. "I see you but I'm still waiting for my other bag. I thought I was going to meet up with everyone at the set?"

"I got done early today," I said with a grin, finally spotting her as the crowd thinned just as she pulled a suitcase off the conveyor belt. "So I thought I'd pick you up from the airport."

She snorted. "That's not what I heard! Baz said you were so annoyingly hyper by 2 pm that the Russos told you not to come back until you could focus. I shouldn't have told you I was getting in today."

"That's not technically untrue," I murmured in Megan's ear as I came up from behind and put my arms around her small frame, hugging her tight and breathing in her unique scent. It had been too long since I'd seen her. "But I'm glad I got to see you sooner. Missed you."

She turned and put her arms around my waist. "I noticed," she said with a grin. "I missed you too, believe it or not. Did you get the package I sent you?"

"Yup; and I loved it." I kissed her forehead, knowing that if I kissed her lips I wouldn't be able to stop and that would draw too much attention.

"Let me grab my other bag; I see it coming around now. And do you think we can get something to eat? I'm starving."

"Sure," I said, letting go of her and putting up the handle on her larger suitcase. "I'm so glad I get to see you before you go back to Colorado for the holiday."

Megan laughed. "Sadie said it was worth her sanity for me to come back through Atlanta. Driving her nuts, were you?"

"She wasn't even here the whole time!" I protested. I didn't think I'd been that bad but maybe I had. Megan grabbed her bag as it came around and put up the handle.

"That's what I said!" she laughed. "Her response was suitably pithy and I'm not repeating it in public. I didn't know she even knew those words." I rolled my eyes and took her hand in mine as I steered her towards where I'd parked. "Chris, isn't that Jensen Ackles over there?" she asked, tipping her head to the terminal we were just passing.

"It sure looks like him," I said, having seen enough Supernatural with Sadie to be confident of my answer. "Why?"

"I'll be right back," she said, changing direction smoothly as she let go of my hand.

I sighed to myself and followed Megan, curious as to what she was up to. I hadn't known Sadie had converted her into a fan, too. She walked right up to the actor and introduced herself, holding out her hand. He looked a little surprised but didn't seem to be bothered by the attention, smiling as he shook her hand.

"Wow, you never know who you're going to run into at the airport," he was saying as I came up. "It's nice to meet you, Chris. I'm a big fan of your work."

"Likewise, Jensen," I said, shaking his hand. "Sadie makes sure we stay up to date on your show. So what are you doing here in Atlanta?"

He sighed. "Looks like I'm going to have a layover. My flight got rerouted here because of the storm and the next flight to Austin that wasn't canceled isn't for about-" he glanced at his watch - "five hours."

Megan looked up at me entreatingly. "We were just talking about going to get a bite to eat, Jensen. Why don't you join us so you don't have to sit here the whole time? There's a decent steak place not far from here that Sadie said is great."