My own interpretation of the realistic Kaylor timeline, written to be as realistic and descriptive as possible. This is a work of fan FICTION. I do not mean any disrespect towards anyone being written about and am aware that all of these events and dynamics between characters are completely fictionalized. #27 in Fanfiction at its peak.

COMPLETED In a post apocalyptic world where people live divided in packs ruled by Alphas, Taylor has to find a way to survive the upcoming winter. She still doesn't know that she's an omega, but when her first heat strikes she will find shelter within the last person she would have expected. 96k words

Love is not a victory march. Kaylor AU.

Set in Paris, France: Karlie Kloss is an inspiring ballet dancer who has moved to Paris in hopes of becoming an international dancer. But her luck in Paris isn't much, just like her time in New York City. One day as Karlie is ordering a coffee in a local cafe, her eyes catch a girl, seemingly trying to order but struggling. Karlie slips over to help, and it may be the best mistake of her life. Taylor Swift is a long time author looking for her big break. Yet she can't seem to find the right story line to catch onto. After her last five manuscripts were painfully rejected, she moves to Paris, in hopes of new inspiration. And she finds it in the stranger who helps her order her morning breakfast. A mushy tale of love and emotion, as two girls who weren't looking for anything except themselves, end up finding each other.

Its Karlie's first year of teaching. She's a 23 year old teacher who has found herself falling for one of her student's parents. 6 year old Clarke , who's mother happens to be Taylor Swift.

I just don't know what to say. Dammit, I don't even know what to think. How in the world can I figure out the right words for a situation like this? What would I tell her? "Sorry, man. You're great and I do think you're beautiful and funny and smart, but I should warn you beforehand that nothing will ever happen between us 'cause I'm still not really over my dead fiancé who, by the way, I can still see and talk to once a year... Oh yeah, I see dead people." That doesn't seem like a great option for me.

Sequel to Collateral Damage. Please read only if you have previously read Collateral Damage. *Two years later...*