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Everyone knows about what happened on that day in Dallas in 1963. But what if things were different? What if President John F. Kennedy had survived the assassination- because he wasn’t even shot in the first place, as his wife shoved him out of the way, barely surviving herself, shot in shoulder and side of head. Shocked and heartbroken by almost losing her, Jack promises Jackie he will do better as a husband. The couple grows closer than ever, hardly ever apart. LBJ jelly, he try to elimnate her by plane crash but she missed it to help her daughter bake jack relived later lbj try to poision her but his wife drink it instead and dies. he snaps and tries to do it himself, luring her to traintracks but her sister in law, founder of the special olympics, saves her and her brother-in-law, Attorny General, arrives and tells his brother who comforts her

Later, 5:40 P.M He sighed, still sitting in the waiting when his personal Secret Service Agent walked in. Agent Miller looked a bit uncomfortable, as if he was about to deliver news Jack would not like. “Is she alive?” was his first question. He didn’t care about anything else at the moment, just his wife. “Uhh..yes sir…but…there’s a message from…your father…” He sighed. This could not be good. “What is it?” he asked, causing Agent Miller to gulp. “He says…umm…well…he wrote a letter..umm…” “What does it say?” Jack demanded.

“Sir, we need a full name…” “Jacqueline Kennedy!” he snapped, face red. The poor lady looked shocked to see the normally composed President look so angry. “S-she’s in surgery sir. Y-you can’t see her yet sir. But as soon as she wakes up, we promise, we will tell you almost immediately…” Jack sighed, feeling worry rise in his chest. She had to survive the surgery, he didn’t know until now, but he couldn’t live without her by his side. She was his wife, his best friend, his confidant, the love of his life. Please stay alive kid. I need you.

“No!” Jack yelled, practically lunging out of the car. He ran to the hospital entrance. “Jackie! No! Jackie!” He was held back by the Secret Service Agents, causing him to scream even louder. “Let me get to her! I need to get to my wife.” “Sir-“ “No!! JACKIE!!” He shoved them out of the way and ran inside, pushing people aside to get to the receptionist’s desk. “Where is my wife?” he yelled, slamming his hands into the table. “Uhh…sir….“ “Where. Is. Jackie.”