A/N: Muwahahahahahahaaaaa! Miss me? I missed you! For those of you confused, this is a SEQUEL to my story Forgot Not Forgotten. Please read it before reading this. Otherwise you WILL be confused. I am also trying to pick up a second job while trying to get a bunch of projects done simultaneously. I will not be updating this regularly. However, I WILL be updating this. I am DETERMINED to put this story to rest, the RIGHT way.

ENJOY!

Chapter One:

One Year Previous::

Rose Wilson was use to the road. It was the one constant in her life. Whenever the scene shifted and people's faces changed, she could always count on the road to pick her back up and take her somewhere new. Sure the type of road was sometimes different. Black top, gray lanes, dirt, gravel, cobblestone, but it was always did the same thing. It took what was in front of her and swiftly put it behind her.

At first she hated it. She didn't want to keep bouncing from foster home to foster home, wondering why she wasn't allowed to stay. She use to hold on to a hope that the next family would keep her, hold her under their wing until she was old enough to go on her own. That hope died after the fourth time she was handed all her earthly belongings in a black trash bag and ushered out the door, into the waiting car, and on that ever present road.

Rose gave up thinking that she could be 'good enough' for a family. She didn't need it. At fifteen, she already knew what eleven year old her didn't quiet understand. She was a left over. Unwanted, unneeded, always the extra kid in the background. Rose knew she was nothing special. In two years the young Wilson girl would probably find herself working in Walmart trying to afford a run down apartment that isn't worth the two cents she'll scrap together just to sleep there.

If she was lucky, she might find herself a cheap RV. Make a living doing odd jobs here and there and live gypsy style. Always on the road that had always been the one thing she could count on in life. That was her goal now. She no longer dreamed of being an international spy or a t.v. Chef. Rose Wilson wanted nothing more than to live on the road and be content.

Rose was shaken from her musings when the car stopped. The platinum blond couldn't help but sigh to herself. This was the part where her social worker opened the car door for her, she'll go meet her 'new family', they'll show her around and give her a quick run down on the house rules, and while they are 'so excited' to meet her, Mrs. Jeffery will wave her good bye and be off again. Maybe there will be other kids, maybe Rose might actually attempt to be pleasant conversation, and maybe the first night won't be as awkward as the 'Marleinie's' house.

"Rose, we're here." Mrs. Jeffery's voice was always that soft, patient tone. One that spoke volumes about how long she had been at this job. It didn't matter if she was upset at Rose or trying to comfort her, that tone was always that of someone who knows that the child she is talking to is going throw some shit, and no there isn't jack squat that she can do to make things better, so 'thank you very much for minding your own business'.

Rose didn't like taking her crap out on other people. She still did, but then always tried to make up for it if only to ease her own guilt before she got shipped off to a new home. As it was now, Jeffery and Rose had already come to an understanding years ago and that is what gets Rose to bite her tongue and slowly crawl out of the car.

"Oh, she's just precious!" The voice called before Rose even got a chance to look around her new surroundings. She immediately when to look at who spoke and saw an elderly couple standing out front of their home. Internally she groaned. Elder couples always gave you back after deciding they're too old to have to put up with a brooding teenager. Outwardly, though, Rose gave a half-smile and a nod of acknowledgment.

"Rose, this is Mr. Martin Capshaw and Mrs. Jennie Capshaw." Mrs. Jeffery introduced the couple.

"Oh, so formal. You can call us 'Mart' and 'Jen', Rose, it will make things much easier on everyone." Mrs. Capshaw insisted.

"Okay, uh, Jen." Rose gave another half-smile. They always insisted on being on a first name basis. Rose sometimes wondered how a family would react if she insisted they keep professional. Something to try in the next home she guessed.

"I can just take your things to your new room while you get settled." Mr. Capshaw offered.

"No thanks, I'll be fine carrying it." Rose tightened her grip on her bag.

"Ah, come on, it won't be too much trouble for me."

"Dear, leave the girl alone. She's not going to trust all she has in the world to a total stranger." Mrs. Capshaw chastised her husband with a gentle slap on his shoulder.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't think about that." Mr. Capshaw gave a look that showed he didn't mean harm and stepped back. Rose tried not to furrow her brow at him, but hey, poker face wasn't exactly her dance move.

"Alright, I'm already late for my next appointment. Rose, think you'll be fine from here on?" Mrs. Jeffery asked. Ah, so it's going to be on of those times.

"Yeah, I think I've got this." Rose waved her off. Well, she more waved her away, but either way she waved and her social worker was back in the car and on the road that Rose was already missing. She knew she wouldn't be missing it long. The ache was still there.

"Come inside, Rose, I'll make you a cup of chocolate while you get settled in." Mrs. Capshaw suggested.

"Sure. Why not?" Rose muttered as she followed the couple into their country home. Now that she was looking at it, she could see it was a decent sized home with faded white paint and large front yard. It'd be decent living for a few weeks, maybe months, before she finds herself off to the next home.

Rose Wilson was use to the road, and she knew that the road was never going to let her go.

Present Day ::

Tim was lounging around Dick's apartment waiting for his brother to either get back and go to the concert with him, or just flat out cancel. Tim couldn't really blame Dick if he canceled, they only just decided to go to the concert that morning. A part of Tim actually hoped he'd get a call freeing up his day. He was exhausted and wasn't really up to going to a crappy Cold Play concert and put up with their music while Dick tries, and fails, to convince him of their talent.

Most of his brain was stuck tight to thoughts about the vial he just hid away and what he was going to do about it. Did he really want to risk the memories his father had deemed too dangerous for him? But maybe he'd find out what that angel was talking about? The scales kept tipping back and forth leading him in an endless loop of 'what to do' with cartoon caricatures of himself on either shoulder arguing their point. (Oddly enough his brain also supplied that his devil self would be the one saying to trust his father and give the vial back while his angelic counter part pleaded for him to find out what memories were taken from him.)

It didn't help that it was his nature as an Informant Demon to want to learn any and all information the world had to offer. That vial was a gold mine of knowledge and he was forcing himself to put an arm distance from it. It was almost painful.

While in his little ball of insanity, Tim didn't notice Wally walking up to the couch behind him. It didn't exactly help that Tim was laying on it long ways in a faded tee-shirt, baggy jeans, and mismatched socks. Wally was pretty baffled at how un'bat'-like the scene was.

"Waiting for Dick?" Wally asked, startling the young demon. Tim actually jumped a bit and tried to sit up right once he noticed the lower demon.

"Oh, uh, yeah. He had to run off for a bit, but we were going to hang out later," Tim tried to explain. Wally just hummed and nodded before sitting in the recliner with a laptop.

"Hey, uh, Red Robin,-"

"Tim. You can call me Tim," Tim insisted giving Wally a wary smile.

Wally gave a gentle smile back. "Tim, then, I was wanting to be certain of something. I mean, I guess it should be obvious, but-" Tim could see Wally West trying to think about how he wanted to phrase his question. To help, Tim sat up right and showed that he was going to wait patiently for the other demon to finish his thought. "It's okay that I'm here, right?"

Tim bit his lip as he looked over Wally. The ginger was fiddling with his laptop without actually opening it, and his leg was bouncing slightly. The speedster's brown eyes also seemed incapable of meeting his, despite their frequent attempt.

"Actually, I think I owe you an apology, Wally," Tim sighed and ducked his head a bit. He still caught the look of utter shock that was on the lower demon's face. A Night demon apologizing to a Wind demon was, well, mostly, unheard of. "You weren't the one Bruce had forbid from seeing Dick. I was."

Tim took a breath after his confession before chancing a glance at the other. Wally looked completely at a loss for words. Copper brows knit together, mouth slightly open with a bit of movement as though trying to find the proper formation to make words, eyes fixed only in a general area as they moved frantically to find a clue for clarity, and back stiff and body tense as if ready to be on the move in an instant.

"I'm sorry, Wally. I was in no position to ward you away from Dick," Tim added, the weight in his gut solidifying as he waited for Wally's response.

It felt like an eternity before Wally finally started to speak again. "So, I'm not going to suddenly find myself apartment hunting anytime soon?"

Tim blinked at that. "Uh, no?"

"Well, then that's a load off my mind." Wally smiled brightly as he finally opened his laptop and started his work. Tim just watched as the older demon typed away happily. The younger sighed and went back to laying on the couch, staring at his phone.

"Hey, Re- erm, Tim," Wally broke the silence again.

"Yeah?" Tim looked over to him.

"I was wondering if it'd be a little too soon to ask a favor?" Wally asked, pausing his work.

Tim furrowed his brows and sat up again, this time to give the lower demon an incredulous look. "What favor?"

"Well, my uncle's son just passed away, and he had a bolt about your age. The kid doesn't really have any friends, I was, uh, I was wondering if you'd be willing for a pity play date?" Wally slowly sank in his chair as he made his request.

"A bolt? What's his name?" Tim asked.

"Bart Allen. He doesn't really have an official title yet, or a job." Tim mulled over the thought as Wally spoke. The young robin didn't really have any friends, not since Cas and Steph had been adopted in as their sisters. He didn't never had time for them, or so he'd told himself. Maybe getting to know someone might help with his dark-eye. And if the kid was too annoying or rude, Tim wasn't under any obligation to speak to him ever again. Besides, he did kind of owe Wally a favor after the way he treated someone who had taken care of his brother for the past year and a half.

"Sure. I'll meet him," Tim shrugged. Wally's eyes lit up at his reply.

"Really? Would you? That would be great!"

"When and Where?"

"Would later today work for you?" Wally asked as he pulled out his phone.

"Sure." Tim watched, or tried to watch, as Wally sat his laptop on the coffee table and rush down the hall to make a call, all in the matter of a millisecond. Yeesh, speedsters.

Conner and Cassy were finally in Gotham. They figured that Clark sent two cities to tell them that the new recruit would be somewhere between the two. They didn't really know how to go about finding a half demon. Actually, they had spent their whole lives learning how to avoid anything demonic. So with both teen angels out of their depth, They figured they'd try going about it the same whey they did everything. Counted on luck to lead them the right direction.

The two of them were walking down a street the sign called 'Park Row'. It was seedy and dark, exactly where they figured a demon would be lurking. Demons liked dark and seedy, right? Neither angel could really say, but they did feel themselves being pulled toward deeper and deeper into the shady territory.

Eventually they heard a heated argument coming their way from around the corner. Deciding to keep out of sight, the two ducked into the nearby alley-way and watched as two men and a woman were screaming at each other. One of the men was waving about a gun, threatening to shoot the other two if they didn't agree to pay for the rent. Conner was about to step in until the woman called the guy an idiot and mentioned that he didn't even have enough money to put bullets into his gun. The armed man grumbled and put his fire arm away as the other two kept shouting at him.

"This place: really weird," Cassy announced quietly after the trio of Gothamites passed by.

"Just where is this half-demon suppose to be hiding?" Conner grouched.

"Secret," a faint voice answered.

"It was a rhetorical question Cass," Conner pouted to his almost girlfriend.

"I didn't say anything," Cassy insisted.

"Then who did?" Conner asked.

"Secret."

"Okay, I did not say that." Cassy started to look around for the disembodied voice.

"Who's there?" Conner called to the back of the alley.

"Secret."

"Please tell us. We aren't going to hurt you," Cassy tried. There was no response.

"Show yourself!" Conner called. Again, no reply. "I guess they ran off."

"Why would they?" Cassy asked.

"Secret."

"Okay you little troll! Where are you!?" Conner was coming close to shouting.

"Secret."

"Wait, Conner! I think I see a pattern here." Cassy put her hand on the half-angel's shoulder.

"What pattern?" Conner looked at her confused.

"Secret."

"They are only replying to questions!" Cassy pointed out. They both waited in silence to make certain that 'secret' was not said.

"Hu." Conner looked like he had an idea in his head that he wanted to try. "Which is better; Koke or Zetsi?"

"Secret."

"Zetsi is better."

"..."

"I think you're a ghost!"

"..."

"So who ya gunna call?"

"Secret."

"Ghost Busters!"

"..."

"Conner, cut it out!" Cassy rolled her eyes. She started to move to the back of the alley trying to find the owner of the voice. While she looked she would asked random questions that popped into her head (such as 'what's the weather in Florida', 'why is the sea blue', 'why is Conner an idiot', 'which came first, the chicken or the egg') and would listen for the reply. (which was always just 'secret', save for Conner's cry that he was not an idiot.)

Eventually, Cassy found a small vent hidden behind a pile of trash. The two angels got to work clearing the debris from around it. The vent had a very rusty great that Conner easily broke off before they were kneeling by it. Cassy called out another question and the voice was finally loud and clear. It was a little girl's voice, and it sounded scared.

"Don't worry 'Secret', we'll get to you!" Cassy called out to her.

"How?" Conner asked, they were ignoring the 'secret' that came as response for the question.

"The vent is attached to this building, we'll go in and break down what ever else gets in our way," Cassy explained.

The two went around to the door to find the door had been boarded up with a thick metal chain to keep anyone from just ripping the boards off. Thankfully they weren't just anyone. Cassy and Conner each took a part of the chain in hand and yanked. The thick links snapped like cheap plastic shattering about the ground. They then worked on pulling the boards off one at a time. Soon enough they were able to get to the metal door underneath. Conner tried the handle to find it locked. He just put a bit more force behind it and the latch snapped off. The door opened smoothly, well the rust would have made it impossible for any human to open it, and the two made their way inside.

The building was once a home. A very nice home. There was a nice wide set of stairs that split a very spacious living room on the right, and a rather short hall on the left. The hall had two doors covered in mildew and cobwebs. Then again, everything was covered in mildew and cobwebs, but the doors had to lead to the room that 'Secret' had to be trapped in considering that was the side of the building that faced the alleyway. Conner tried to listen closely, hoping to sense life of some kind. He had nothing to show for it. They decided to investigate the natural way: by opening doors and looking around.

The first room was completely bare, not even so much as graffiti to fill the empty walls. The next door lead to a set of stairs that lead to a basement. Cassy and Conner shared a look at the sight of the steep, cold, stone steps. They descended into a pitch blackness that was so thick, it almost seemed corporeal.

"So, we're not going down there are we?" Conner asked.

"Secret" the voice whispered up from the shadows before them.

"I believe that should answer your question," Cassy said. She then took a breath for bravery before she began her decent down. There was no banister, and it was difficult to keep her balance. "Be care coming down, Kon."

"Got it." Conner made sure to be slow in following Cass. He didn't want her to feel rushed and end up slipping or losing her footing because she went down too fast.

"Are you here?" Cassy called when she came close to the bottom.

"Secret." The voice was in the same room as her. Cassy tried to focus her gaze to see in the dark. As soon as her foot hit the floor, it was as if someone flipped on the switch. It startled her to the point that she stopped dead in her tracks.

"Gah! Cass, warn me if you're going to stop, I almost stepped on you." Conner cried out behind her.

"Sorry. The lights just startled me," Cassy admitted.

"What lights?" Cassy turned to look behind herself to see Conner looking around blind.

"Conner, can you really not see anything at all?" Cassy asked him.

"Besides you? Nothing," Conner replied.

"Tell me when that changes." Cassy moved out of his way after she spoke. She kept her eyes on him as he made it down the last few steps. She saw instantly when he could see the lights. As soon as his foot hit the floor, Conner slammed his eyes shut and moved his hand to shield them.

"Okay, that's bright," He muttered.

"I think it's enchanted," Cassy explained. She moved to look up the stairs behind them and saw that the room just outside of the door was just straight darkness, much like it was looking down the stairs. It was as if they chased the shadows behind them as they made their way forward. "I think, I think this is demonic magics."

"Demonic? Shit, we should go before it's too late." Conner went to grab her hand but she stepped away to avoid it.

"Hello, looking for a half-demon here," She reminded him.

"Oh, yeah." Conner gave a small smile and shrug. "Knee-jerk reaction."

"We should get back to looking for 'Secret'," Cassy said as she turned back to the room. Just as she opened her mouth to ask another question, she saw something that made her freeze. "Whelp, I think I found her."

"Where?" Conner asked.

"Secret." Conner hadn't had a chance to look from Cassy to follow her gaze, but the moment the voice called, he felt his eyes go wide and he nearly lost his lunch on the floor.

Pinned to the cement wall with knives and chains was a young looking girl, her eyes white and unseeing. She was wearing a white bath robe over a flowy gray shirt and a pair of white pajama pants. Her hair and skin were completely devoid of any pigmentation save for her lips that were a deep, DEEP blue. Not even in the sense that she was wearing make-up, it looked more like poison had stretched angrily through her blood veins, stopping just under her nose and above her chin. The knives had been stabbed through her hands, bare feet, and another right through her heart. The thick chains, identical to the ones they broke off the door, where crisscross about her body, holding her tightly against the wall and attached to seemingly random points along the ceiling, wall, and floor. Dried blood had stained her skin and cloths red where the knives cut into her.

Cassy felt she was about to cry. Her eyes were welling up. Conner couldn't stand any longer and had already fallen to his knees. The two were at a loss of what to do. It was obvious that what ever had happened here was deeply entrenched in demonic magic.

"Oh God, who'd do such a thing?" Cassy asked in a small voice.

"Secret." Those blue lips had barely moved, but to see them move at all just added another level of disturbing to the whole thing.

"We need to get her down," Cassy decided.

"Wait, what if the is the only thing keeping her alive?" Conner asked. They were back to ignoring the 'secrets'.

"What kind of life is this Conner? We need to get her down!" Cassy decided there and then. She walked up to the poor girl and firmly grasped the handle of the knife in 'Secret's chest. Taking a deep breath, Cassy yanked the steel blade from the girl. She expected a scream, a cry, a groan, but nothing came. The girl was completely silent save for her 'secret'.

Conner finally steeled himself over and went to help Cassy. The two worked together to get the last four knives out before Cassy held 'Secret' at the waist and Conner detached the chains. The girl fell limply into Cassy's arms and the two dragged her back from the wall. Cassy laid 'Secret' on the floor and started to check her vitals.

"There's nothing. I don't hear a heartbeat, lung movement, inter-organ function, nothing." Conner was shaking his head as he informed his almost girlfriend of what she just found out on her own anyway.

"Maybe she's completely dead now," Cassy suggested.

"One way to find out," Conner reminded her.

Cassy nodded and took a breath, "Are you still with us?" She asked

"Secret." Both angels jumped back, having each expected it not to work anymore.

"We need to get her to Diana," Conner said. Cassy sat there with her eyes wide and nodded numbly.

They took a second to calm themselves before Conner picked 'Secret' up gently and carried her up the stairs. They made it to the hallway above when Conner froze. The larger angel stopped right in front of the door way, almost causing Cassy to lose her balance and fall back down the stairs.

"Yes, Conner, the light shifted again. Very surprising, please move."

"Her heart's beating," Conner replied softly.

"What?" Cassy pushed past him and put her hand to 'Secret's neck. It was soft, it was slow, but there was a pulse there that wasn't before.

"What does this mean?" She asked.

"I don't know. Let's get her somewhere safe and see-"

"Wait," Cassy cut him off.

"What?" He asked. She held up a hand and waited a moment in silence before making a pointed look to Conner.

"She stopped saying 'secret'." Cassy's voice was barely a breath now. They had a little bit of money, they could go rent a room at a motel nearby. They needed to get 'Secret' out of that building. NOW.

It had taken him only a little bit longer than he had thought it would, but he found her. Finally he found his little girl after all these years. Lillian died without telling anyone who the girl's father was, and it wasn't until his daughter was already lost in foster care did he even find out he had a daughter.

He had failed his first two children, both his sons were dead from his own carelessness. Now, however, he can keep that from happening. He can personally see to it that he never loses another loved one again. No more 'good byes', no more choosing between a family or the job.

He had found her finally, after all these years, and he was never going lose his Little Rose ever again.

A/N: If you are confused as hell, chances are you have not read Forgot Not Forgotten, and chances are you have and you're trying to figure out what is going on in this lovely little brain of mine. I will give you one hint, I am some what sticking to DC cannon with character personalities and relations, but I am also going to slowly diverge from the story lines in a bit. For now, things should be pretty predictable.

Later

~K R&R