A/N: Well, I'm back! I have decided to finally continue on making a sequel to It's Not Over Yet. I will try to make it more Silas/Natalie, though I can't promise much of it in the beginning. ;) I'm sorry that the first chapter has a lot of information without much action, but I wanted to update everyone. :)

Disclaimer: Alas, I still do not own anything that is related to Da Vinci Code or anything from Dan Brown. I only own my ideas and characters.

The sun was shining brightly this day. It's been a few months since the first time Natalie Dubois had met Silas and the future seemed as bright as the sun. Since then, Silas had thought about leaving Opus Dei completely. Every day that he spent there made him feel less special. Many people had preferred Roger and everyone loved Bishop Aringarosa. They seemed to feel like Silas was guilty for all the bad publicity they got.
Before, he felt like the numeraries were respectful towards him, but he was a black sheep once again.

Silas jumped up, waking up from a reoccurring nightmare. He just couldn't stop seeing the faces of the people he had killed. He stood up and was a little disoriented at first. How could he suffer his punishment if he couldn't use the Discipline or his Cilice? If only he could talk to the man who saved his life without getting yelled at. He thought back at what happened just last month.

When the Bishop's sentence was over, the whole Opus Dei Headquarters was holding a welcoming party. Everyone started asking questions about how prison life was like and if he managed to teach any inmates about God. Silas couldn't resist in seeing him again, so he stood in a corner, just watching.

"Silas, my son!" the chubby man said as he approached him with open arms. "I am so happy that you are still here!"

"Why... wouldn't I be?" Silas asked, simply letting the man hug him. He was still a little hurt from what Manuel Aringarosa has done before.

"Well, I was afraid that I'd let that heathen get her hands on you while I was gone..." the Bishop stepped back, noticing that Silas tensed up almost instantly. Instead of reacting too rashly, he tried the breathing exercise that he was taught by Natalie. After a few long breaths, he could think clearly.

"You shouldn't call her that." He said simply, almost smiling. It was only because he was proud of himself being able to calm down, but Manuel didn't know that.

"Well, I'm proud of you Silas. I hope you didn't harm yourself too much in forgetting her?" Bishop Aringarosa asked.

"I... I don't use that anymore..." Instantly, he regretted telling him that. Right away, Manuel led him out of the main room and into a room across the hall. There, he started a long lecture about how he was wrong and unholy. His screams actually attracted a few others to peek in. This was only the second time that the older man had lost his temper with him. The first time was when he had just begun living with him and was having some doubts.

Snapping back to reality, Silas touched the small box left by his bed. The Bishop had brought him a new Discipline and a new Cilice in it.

"Today's a new day."

To escape from this environment, he went to help out at Saint Paul's Church almost everyday. He loved being accepted and seeing Natalie. It was hard at first, especially since Sister Augustine remembered him with a gun. After a long explanation from Natalie and a few weeks of hard volunteer work, she came to trust the monk.

Natalie walked inside the church on this cold weekend. It was now January and the meteorologists had predicted one of the coldest winters that the west of Europe has ever seen in the last 100 years. She took off her coat and went to hang it in the church's closet. After replacing her boots with her shoes, she went to see Sister Augustine.

"Good morning Sister!" Natalie greeted her with a big smile.

"Good morning! You are early today!" Sister Augustine noted. She always came in the morning on weekends, but today she arrived an hour earlier.

"I just couldn't sleep this morning", she answered with a laugh. "I guess it's the weather."

"Yes, that's probably it. You aren't the only one here already..." the nun smiled, pointing to the other room.

Both women walked over where someone was dusting all of the pews and removing any dried pieces of gum left under the seats. Even from the back, Natalie recognized that white hair instantly.

"Silas? Why are you up so early?" She ran over to him, simply giving him a tap on the back. Neither of them ever exchanged hugs or even any signs of friendship in front of Sister Augustine. They weren't sure how she would react, but it would obviously be negatively.

Turning around, he dusted off his robe and smiled. "I don't know, I just woke up this morning all of a sudden."

"I'm sure you're both excited to meet the new children!" Sister Augustine said, looking over at a small calendar that was hanging next to the main doors. Every Saturday morning, there were children that were dropped off to spend the weekend at church. Some parents seemed to think of this as a free babysitting service, so there were new kids every week.

After finishing all of their morning chores, Silas approached Natalie. "Natalie, I have to tell you something. I have been thinking and..."

All of a sudden, they heard little voices murmuring from the entrance of the church. Natalie thought he would tell her quickly, but he just shook his head and walked away to the kids' room. As usual, she went out to talk to the children before they met Silas. She had been doing so from the beginning, so that they wouldn't call him a ghost.

"Good morning! My name is Natalie! I hope you're ready for an awesome weekend with us!" She started, getting down on her knees to talk to them face to face. "We have a special helper here. You know how angels are usually shown on TV and on drawings?"

All the kids nodded and one young girl started talking, seeming proud to know the answer: "Well, they're all white and and... they are strong and kind! And and... umm... They have wings and... umm... they fly? and ummm..."

"That's a great answer!" Natalie said, not wanting the girl to continue too long, as the other kids were restless. "Our special helper has most of those characteristics, so I'm sure you'll all love him!"

When she saw that the kids seemed intrigued and excited, she decided that they were as ready as they'll ever be. "Well, let's go to the kids room and you can all meet him!"

Entering the room, the kids all left running at him, most of them hugging his legs. She heard the many wows and laughter as the children asked him hundreds of questions.

"Can you fly? ... Can I be an angel like you? ... Can you make me fly?" All the little ones jumped all around him. Silas never understood why the kids here always seemed to think of him as an angel and not the scary ghost some others called him. Natalie had decided to keep her method as a secret.

She looked out the window at the snow for a moment of peace when she heard a squeal. Turning back, she noticed that Silas had put a child on his shoulders and running around the room. The little boy had stretched his hands out like if he was flying. All the others seemed to be waiting in line to be next.

Suddenly, the church shook a little. Sister Augustine helped Natalie in calming the children that were still waiting.

"What was that...?" Natalie wondered, reaching for her cell phone which just lit up. It was probably an earthquake and someone was going to ask her if she felt that. "Hello?"

"Did you feel that Miss Dubois?" Asked an unfamiliar voice.

"Yes...? Who is this?" She looked at the phone number, where it only indicated the word Private Call.

"If you care about the children and everyone inside the church, you will listen to me."

A small cliffhanger to begin with. :) Sorry about not writing the sequel for so long! Please read & review!