Having grown up with someone like Jake Portman, I've grown up preparing for anything. Well, almost. So how did I, an outcast from 2016, land up back in the year 1943? How did I, hotheaded and blunt, meet a boy from 1943, who was just as temperamental as I was, or even more so? How did I fall for him? Even that, was beyond me. We were as different as the sky and the earth. As far away, never meeting, never seeing on the same level. But even on days, the sky cries, and its tears reach the earth. Then, perhaps, the sky and the earth meet.

~Sequel to Where it All Began~ She was left without a memory. Left floundering in the depths of her despair. Because when it ended her world imploded, and she couldn't even remember why. All rights go to the creators of Supernatural, I own nothing except Blair and the characters of my own making.

She isn't crazy. It's just that no one believed her. So she ran away, and on that journey happened to steal a very special, black 67' Chevy Impala. And that, is where it all began. ~Sequel now up!~ ALSO HELLO THIS ISN'T A ROMANCE OKAY PLS NO SHIPPING I'M SORRY FOR DISAPPOINTING I GUESS

Before they were Harley Quinn and The Joker, they were Harley (16) and Jerome (18). Two crazy teenage psychopaths, that were too blinded by each other's smile to see the dark twisted future ahead of them.