Imogen bites her lip, scanning over the crowd of people who fill the airport, then flops back against the uncomfortably hard plastic seat with a scowl. Eli sits beside her and takes in her uncharacteristic expression before chuckling. "Stop worrying, her plane will be in soon. Here," he says, handing her one of the sodas he left a few minutes ago to purchase.

Imogen sighs and takes it, her foot tapping impatiently against the ground. "Eli, her plane was supposed to be here ten minutes ago! And I don't want to have to spend anymore time without her than I already did! I mean, it felt like ages." She cracks open the can but doesn't drink from it, her eyes trained on the huge window that they're seated in front of. Eli doesn't bother to argue and just continues to sit beside her, waiting for Fiona's plane to be called.

It takes another ten minutes but as soon as Imogen hears the flight number and the words "New York to Toronto" called she's on her feet and jittering around excitedly. Eli's slower to react and she almost dislocates his arm as she pulls him towards the gate. Anxiously standing on tip-toes, Imogen scans the people again, looking for any sign of Fiona that she can.

"No, that's not her, that's a redhead, maybe that's - is that her - no, that's a man, we can't tell her about that, okay, Eli? Um, no, no, no, oh! Fiona!" Imogen suddenly squeals and Eli, along with half the people in the nearby vicinity, cover their ears. Fiona looks a bit tired from her flight and her hair is curly instead of pin straight, but otherwise she looks exactly the same as when she left. She has barely any time to drop her luggage before Imogen flings herself at her and wraps her arms around her neck and her legs around her waist, and the two of them remain like that for a long time, people parting around them to get to the baggage claim.

"I missed you," Imogen says, face buried in Fiona's hair.

"I can tell," Fiona remarks, shifting so that she can hold Imogen up.

"Just say you missed me, too."

"God, I missed you so much, Imogen."

Eli clears his throat and the two girls break apart, Imogen sliding back to the ground with an unhappy look on her face. "I missed you too, Mr. Goldsworthy," Fiona says, smiling at Eli, who just tips his head at her slightly.

"I'm your driver for the evening, so please try not to make out too much in the back of my car or else I'll have to force you to walk home," he says, taking Fiona's carry on bag from her. Imogen immediately links their hands and leans into Fiona, and Fiona kisses the top of her head before rolling her eyes at Eli.

"You wish you could see that, Eli. Don't lie."

"I plead the fifth," Eli says, completely straight-faced.

Imogen waits until he turns around and is heading towards baggage claim to stop Fiona and stand on her tip toes again (Fiona is wearing ridiculously tall heels and even though Imogen is technically an inch taller she always ends up feeling so much shorter than her girlfriend) to kiss Fiona. Like, properly kiss her, with her hand on Fiona's cheek and Fiona's hands on Imogen's waist and it's Eli who has to break them apart again.

"Guys, seriously!"

Imogen spins around and sticks her tongue out at him. "You're no fun, Eli. I'm not bringing you next time." He shakes his head and points them towards the baggage claim, muttering under his breath about them.

It's not until the two of them are in the back of the car that Imogen kisses Fiona again. "I really did miss you," she breathes, and Fiona just smiles crookedly in return before leaning her head on Imogen's shoulder and watching the Toronto scenery pass them by.