help.

"let her go"

"Mr. President?" One of many agents stormed into Jack's office, unannounced, and out of breath.

He stared out the window onto the snowy afternoon in Washington, being brought back to the real world by the agent.

"Yes?" He turned to the agent, one of his daughter's agents, and could tell something was the matter.

"What's wrong?!" He stood up at his desk and looked to the agent.

"Sir, there's been an accident."

"Mommy? Mommy?! Clint? Luke? Clipper?! Somebody?!" Kathleen screamed trying to look all around her, nobody answering her.

"It's too cold! We're gonna die out here!" She cried being trapped under a seat but feeling the icy snow against her ear.

"Somebody! Please!" She yelled, hearing somebody begin to groan in the front, and just knowing who it was.

"Clint?! Clint please, is it you?" She tried to move to no avail.

"Kathleen? Kit are you okay?" He yelled trying to move the best he could as Kit looked around the wreckage looking for her mother.

"Clint, where's mommy? Clipper?!" She sobbed continuing to look around her.

"I'll find them kiddo, it's gonna be okay, stay still, talk to me, are you excited for this trip?" He shuffled in the snow, frantically looking for his target.

"I- yea, I am, I love swimming, you know that, even though I'm still young, I'm ready to get away from Washington for awhile" She talked through her tears.

"Me too kiddo, oh here's Clipper, he's, he's coming your way now! But it can be stressful right?" He continued to scramble asking a question to keep the conversation going, as Clipper stumbled out from under a tree branch.

"It- it can be yeah. Clint, Clint I'm bleeding, my head, the snow, it's- red. Clint- I- I want mommy!" She sobbed as he turned back to the car, listening to Clipper bark and bark, seeing the pool of blood coming from the First Daughter's head that her service dog laid in.

"Uh, okay, Kit help, help is on its way, I- I found your mom, everything is gonna be okay." He looked down into the snow rut and headed down the bank.

"Clint! Clint is mommy okay?!" She yelled trying to stay awake, Clipper pawing her face anytime she tried to sleep.

"Yeah Kit, she's fine, just need to warm her up a little!" He lied through his teeth and headed back up to the car, grabbing anything that was cloth anywhere near the car and headed back to the rut.

"Clint we need help! Where's the help?!" She yelled a little softer than before as he preformed CPR on the First Lady.

"They're coming Kit, they're coming!" He yelled pacing himself through compressions.

And after awhile of Kit's silence and Clipper's frantic barks, trying to wake up the other men in the car, knowing Clint was busy, the help sirens came into view.

"See Kit, there they are!" He yelled to no answer but to the dog's barks.

"Kathleen?!" He yelled again, still trying to warm up the First Lady, but eventually running up to her as Clipper tried to nudge her.

"Clint." Her little voice was small as the paramedics worked on Jackie, Kit seeing her mother out of the corner of her eye.

"You. You said she was ok. She's dead" She looked up to the man hopelessly who tried to make eye contact before the little ones eyes closed.

"What's happening to her?!" He yelled as they used power tools to break up the wreckage, trying to get Kit free.

He was pulled away, to his target, who, at the moment was completely unresponsive. The double doors closed as they pulled the top off of Kit. He knew she was in good hands, but he really had built a bond with the girl and really didn't want to leave her.

"WHERE ARE THEY?!" Jack yelled toward the men.

"Mr. President, they- they should be in route. Your daughter, Kathleen, she was trapped, they had to get, get her out." One spoke up, stumbling through his sentence.

He stood at the window, trying not to cry, waiting for the first ambulance, waiting for "his girls"

"Who's coming in first?" He looked back to the men again, one of them talking into his walkie talkie, waiting a second before speaking again.

"Your wife sir." He looked back out to the snow as the sirens came into view, in the moment his heart skipped a beat.

He watched as they unloaded quickly and in came Jackie. Jack ran beside his wife, her face blue, her skin ice cold, hearing all the yells and shouts, 'she is cold and dead', Jack thought to himself as he was pushed away from her. He watched helplessly as a doctor yelled, like he heard Jack,"She's not dead until she's warm and dead!"

He could hear more sirens as he turned to the agents, trying to gain himself back, thinking hopeful that Jackie was in good hands.

"This is Kathleen sir!" Clint yelled running to the door and greeting the stretcher.

The two coming in right behind each other was so them. Anywhere Jackie went, so did Kit, and quite frankly, the mother and daughter absolutely loved each other's company.

When he got to his daughters head, he was, actually, met with the little girl's eyes. Upon seeing her father, a slight smile came to her face, but as she remembered the scene she looked to him hopelessly.

"Mommy-mommy were's mommy?!" Her screams running down the spines of every staff member that heard them.

Jack tried so hard to comfort her without being able to touch her, and really realized, after being pushed away, that he, her father wouldn't be able to. He- he hadn't ever really done that, that was Jackie's job.

"Daddy! Daddy please!" Kit screamed bloody murder as the double doors closed behind the stretcher. Not only was he holding Clipper back, who by the way, was freaking out and pulling away from Jack, but he held back his own tears too. Hearing his baby scream for him all the way down the hallway, hurt to unmeasurable amounts.

He couldn't understand how Jackie ever did it.

He was always Mr. Bad Guy, the one that yelled, the one that left every day for days on end, the one who punished, the one that pushed for Jackie to "let her go". Now he was letting not only Kit, but Jackie go and suddenly, he understood why his wife didn't want to let there daughter go.