Everywhere In Between

Chapter 7

November 25th 1963

White House 

11pm

Jackie sat on the edge of her bed. Her head burned and she was exhausted. Still deeply emotional, she sat in silence, her arms wrapped around her legs, as she sat curled up in a ball. She moved only one and that was to turn to see Clint sticking his head in. 

Jackie was slightly stunned but she allowed Clint to come in. "Come in Clint" Jackie composed herself, allowing the agent that had become her faithful compainion to enter. "Is there anything I can help you with Mrs Kennedy?" Clint asked. Jackie shook her head. "No" she whispered. "There is nothing. Nobody can help me" Jackie confessed. 

Clint was stunned. He had been good friends and help to Jackie since late 1960 but he had never heard her say such a thing. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" Clint asked, glancing over to the sofa and armchairs. Jackie shook her head. 

"No" she immediately responded. "It'll just get me worked up again". Clint was slightly confused but he calmed her down. "No, not your husband's death. But his legacy" Clint said. Jackie looked at him until she weakly smiled and nodded. 

She sat down in the armchair and Clint sat on the sofa. "What do you want?" Clint asked the woman he had sworn to protect. 

She sighed before declaring: "Anything". Clint was confused. "I just want my husband to be remembered in the most suitable and possible way. I will make sure he gets a Presidential library and he is remembered around the world as: 'the President who set out to do good but became a martyr doing so'". 

Clint was surprised. He didn't know that all of that had been planned by Jackie in the space of three days. 

"But before I leave this house, I want to make sure that you get recognistion" Jackie glared at Clint. He was stunned. "Recognistion?" Clint asked. Jackie nodded. 

"I've put a request forward to Lyndon saying that you deserve a medal of bravery honouring how you were the only agent to alert right away and try and protect my husband and myself" Jackie explained. Once again Clint didn't know how to react. 

"Thank you" Clint weakly smiled. Jackie beamed. It was the first time she had done so since moments before the carnage erupted. And it made Clint happy.