Okay 'yall That was nice and sweet... and some of you may like this even better. The first ending is how the story ended in my delusions. But this ending will make a better tye in with the series... it will bring this down to earth a little.

Lara... I swear I finished this the night before you posted your last chapter of Against all odds. Happy reading guys... and write lots while I take my brake I love to read your stories.

Read and Review and tell me how much you loved it... You know I live for it! --- S.K.

(Alternate Ending)

"I, Mackenzie Spencer Allen, do solemnly swear to preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States..." suddenly, shots rang out. The crowd screamed and ran in all directions, As the Secret service and the royal guard raced to cover their charges.

It was too late. Mac looked down at her chest. Blood gushing out of a wound just above her heart. It was her blood. "Mac." She heard William say as her world began to go black...

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Mac sat bolt upright in her bed. "Mac, it's all right." her husband said wrapping his arms around her.

"Oh god, it was awful," she said burying her face in his chest. He held her close and rocked her slowly. "I won the election, and we got a divorce, and I married someone else. Then I was shot!" She looked down at her chest and sighed in relief seeing no blood, "thank go I'm alive."

"We got a divorce?" Rod asked raising a brow. "Why?"

Mac slapped his arm. "You cheated on me, with that cute little red head that works with Kelly." She slapped him again as if he had actually done it.

"Ow... I didn't actually do it." He laughed. "The red head huh?"

"Rod!" Mac said slapping him again.

"So who did you marry?" Rod asked.

"So not the point Rod."

"I want to know!" Rod said leaning closer to her.

"No..."Mac laughed then sighed as he began to kiss the nape of her neck. "Rod... do I make you feel like less of a man?" Mac asked her features darkening at the remembrance of her dream.

Rod leaned towards her and kissed her lips, "You make me feel alive." He lay her back down on the bed. "Like the only man that could handle you." He began to kiss her neck as his hands worked under her tank top and cupped a perfect swelling. "You're so beautiful."

"Promise me that you'll never cheat."

"Never, ever." Rod moaned into the skin of her belly. Mac pulled him up to her. Their eyes locked for a long moment. Mac reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

"Love me." Mac whispered, and Rod complied completely.

"The Prince and the Prime Minister arrived safely last night," the reporter on the television said as Mac dressed for the day. "They are here on a diplomatic visit with President Allen and will be honored at a state dinner tonight at the White House."

"Of course," Mac said turning off the set, "The fact that I just got back from Iraq dealing with the hell that Bush left me with means nothing at all." She took a pause getting a feeling of Déjà vous.

"Relax Mac, it should be fun to have people that don't want to totally screw you over in the White House for a day." Rod said coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her. Mac froze

She didn't want what she had dreamed to be real, but she had to test it, so she turned in Rod's arms and took a deep breath. "You know I've met him before," She said, then she bent down to put on her shoes.

"The Prime Minister?" Rod said, "Yes I did."

"The Prince," Mac said thinking please say something different. "I met him at Brown when he came to visit. He was very flirty."

"Really?" Rod said straightening his tie then turned to kiss her softly. "Well tonight, I get to show you off to him and bring you back here and love you all night."

Mac breathed a sigh or relief; "I married the Prince of Wales in my dream. Had his baby and everything," She confided.

Rod raised a brow and smirked, "Well, at least he's good looking."

Mac elbowed him gently in the ribs and walked towards the breakfast table. "Come on, we're late."

(The alternate End)