DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything from Once Upon A Time In Mexico, if I did I would have a lot more money! This is all from my own head and my imagination, if it resembles any real life incidents it was totally by accident. Any original characters are of my own creation as well…please respect that, thanks!
Thanks for all the comments, I finally got time to do the next chapter! Enjoy!
Megan watched out the window as the plane pulled away from the airport and taxied down the runway. It was the first time she had ever taken a solo trip. When her mom was alive she used to come out and meet her at the school, she never would have made her do this alone. She might have let her if she asked, but never forced her. She sighed and looked back towards the front of the plane…looking around at the passengers. The flight wasn't very crowded, it was an early flight and it was just after the Day of the Dead incident, though Megan didn't know anything about that. She sifted around in her book bag that she had carried on the plane and pulled out her headphones and a small notebook. She looked out the window one last time before she settled in and started writing, from the looks of things she would be writing for a while…
A few hours later Megan was jostled awake by the plane touching down in Mexico. She yawned and looked out the window at the airport they were landing at. It was pretty big. She wondered if her dad would be able to find her. Of course he will. She told herself, packing her stuff up and waiting for them to be allowed to disembark from the airplane. She followed the crowd off of the airplane, standard procedure would have required a flight attendant to sit with her until her dad found her, but she avoided that by blending in with a couple that had 2 other kids. She didn't need the help of a flight attendant, she'd be fine…her dad was waiting for her in the terminal anyways. She walked out into the large waiting terminal and looked around. The place was almost empty. She sighed and put her bag done in one of the chairs, looking around again before she sat down with a sigh. "He just got held up in traffic…he'll be here soon" She told herself, looking around as the people started to walk towards the baggage claim area. There was one man left, he was looking around as if looking for someone. Her hopes went up a little, but as the man came closer she realized he looked nothing like the picture she had of her dad. She sighed again and continued looking around for her dad to show up.
Jorge sighed impatiently. "Where the hell is this woman?" He muttered. He looked at the little girl sitting by herself, she was looking for someone and looked hurt when her glances around the waiting area turned up nothing. He felt bad for the kid, she was stuck here all alone. He shrugged, it wasn't his problem, his problem was to find the woman named Megan. He went up to the help desk near the terminal exit.
"Can I help you, sir?" The airline representative asked politely.
"Yes…I was sent to pick up a woman getting off this flight. Her name is Megan." He said, looking towards the door…waiting for someone else to come through.
"I'm sorry sir, you must have missed her. All the passengers have disembarked from this flight." She said, with a frown that said she was sorry she didn't have a better answer. "All I can suggest is that she went to retrieve her bags and she's going to come back here to meet you." She suggested.
Jorge rubbed his chin…this didn't sound good. "Alright…I suppose I can wait awhile.." He muttered, going over and sitting down 2 chairs down from the girl.
The airline representative came over to the little girl. "Sweetie, are you lost?" She asked sweetly.
"No, my dad was supposed to meet me here, but he's not here yet.." She sighed and shrugged.
"Are you sure he's going to meet you here?" The representative asked.
"I thought so." Megan said with a frown.
"I'll call up to the main desk and see if he's waiting for you there, alright?" The woman suggested with a comforting smile.
Megan nodded as the woman turned and walked away. Jorge looked over at her. "You were on that flight, right?" He asked
Megan looked over at him and bit her lip…he looked friendly enough. "Yeah.." She said cautiously.
Jorge noted her suspicion and pulled out his 'renewed' FBI badge. "You don't have to worry…I'm with the FBI." He said, noting the relief on her face. "I'm looking for a woman that was supposed to be on that flight. I'm supposed to pick her up for a friend. Her name is Megan. Do you remember seeing her on the flight? She would have been alone.." He added.
"My name's Megan." The little girl smiled slightly. "But no…the only people on the flight were couples, families and stuffy business men. And me.." She added.
Jorge paused, remembering what Sands had said. You'll understand when you get there. "You said you were waiting for your dad to meet you, right?" He asked suddenly.
Megan nodded. "Yeah, I was sent home from boarding school and my dad was supposed to meet me here." She confirmed, the hint of suspicion entering her voice again.
Jorge smiled. "Your father, his name is Sands, isn't it? Sheldon Sands with the CIA.."
Megan was a little taken back that he would now this. "Yeah…that's my dad.." She said softly, nervously.
"So you're the one I'm supposed to be escorting to him." Jorge smiled, Megan however, wasn't so convinced.
"How do I know he sent you?" She asked, with the same natural suspicion as Sands.
Jorge was now the one taken back. "I…well…" He stuttered, he didn't have an answer for this one.
"Exactly.." Megan confirmed. "I don't know you and I don't have to trust you because you have an FBI badge that is probably fake anyways.." She said confidently.
Jorge racked his mind. "Do you want to talk to your dad yourself, ask him if I'm supposed to take you to him?" He finally suggested.
Megan paused. "Yes I do.." She said, taking out her journal and opening it to a well-worn page. "Do you have a cell phone?" She asked, to which Jorge handed her his and she dialed the phone number she was told to dial only in case of an emergency and nothing short of an emergency.