Authors Note Sorry this took so long! I've had it written forever, but first, my computer was being weird (first it wouldn't open my word processor, then it wouldn't log on to the internet, then it wouldn't let me go to fanfiction), and then I went away for labor day weekend, then my boss had been running me ragged at work. MAN! Anyway, heres chapter seven, and my computer is finally working right, so Chapter eight should be up soon!

CHAPTER SEVEN

"Haylynn." John whispered, opening his eyes. He had just had the weirdest dream. He had been standing in the dark and had activated his ring to give himself a little light. Soon after, a small, winged girl who looked exactly like his daughter Haylynn had slammed into his legs. He had picked her up, and she had told him that her name was Haylynn Lee Stewart. She knew he was a Green Lantern, and also seemed to be scared of something in the dark. John and her had recited the Green Lanterns motto, and he had made the darkness, and the think in it, disappear. Haylynn had hugged, him and asked his name. He told her his name, then told her that he was her daddy. That when he woke up.

It took a minute to figure out where he was, until he tried to sit up and couldn't because there was a weight on his chest. He looked down and saw a familiar head of red hair laying on his chest, it's ear right above his heart and her hair spread out across his bare chest. Shayera. Last night all came rushing back to him. Shayera was back in his arms and she had brought a surprise with her. Children. His children. Twins, a boy and a girl. Hayden John Stewart and Haylynn Lee Stewart. Stewart. He still couldn't believe that she had given them his last name. After all that had happened, she still loved him enough to give their children his last name instead of hers.

Shayera stirred and rested her chin on his chest as she looked up at him.

"Morning." He said, smiling at her.

"Hmm, morning." She replied with a smile, rolling off of him and taking the sheet with her. She moved up to lay next to him, putting her head on his shoulder. John turned his head and kissed her temple. Shayera grinned up at him and wrinkled her nose.

"John, honey, the facial hair has to go." She told him, reaching up and running the tips of her fingers through his beard, scratching gently. John smiled at her and kissed the bandage on her forehead.

"I kind of like it."

"I don't." Shayera said defiantly.

"Oh yeah?" John grabbed her hip and pinned her to the bed gently, so as not to aggravate any of her wounds. He leaned over her and rubbed his cheek against hers.

"Ahh! John! Quit it!" Shayera yelped with laughter, struggling against his grip, but John used his weight to keep her pinned. "You're a jackass John. Your lucky I love you."

"I'm sure I am."

"You are. Now, let me up. I have to shower and get dressed."

"Why?" John asked her, grinning at her. "I kinda like this."

"So do I." Shayera whispered. John grinned but took his weight off of her so he could lay next to her. Shayera touched his cheek, then trailed her hand down to his bandaged shoulder.

"What happened?" She whispered.

"I went on patrol with Bats and broke his fall when his line slipped. Sprained my shoulder."

"And these?" She asked, her hand touching the white tape around his ribs. He sucked in his breath when her fingers touched his skin, then relaxed.

"Bruised ribs. Also a present from Bats."

"Since when did you go on patrol with Bats?"

"Since he wanted to get home earlier."

The sound of a child crying split the air, followed by tiny footsteps running down the hall followed by the voice of a small boy. "Mama! Daddy! Mama!"

"And that's why he wanted to be home more." John said. Shayera looked away from him, a single tear coursing its way down her cheek.

"Hey, hey, hey." John said, pulling her into his lap, leaving the sheet behind. "We'll find them. I promise. And when we do," he touched Shayera's cheek and turned her head to face him, "then we'll be a family, like we should have been all along. I promise."

"I'd like that." Shayera whispered, resting her forehead on his.

"Shayera, I need to talk to you." Bruce opened the door. Shayera dived for the sheet.

"BRUCE! God damn it, learn to knock!" She snarled. Bruce didn't even apologize.

"I went over to the King house to look for evidence. . ."

"Bruce. . ."

". . .and I found a feather I can't identify."

"Bruce. . ."

"So I need to take a blood sample, to compare DNA and rule you out."

"BRUCE!!!" Shayera yelled at the top of her lungs. Bruce stopped mid sentence and looked at her, confused.

"Is there something wrong Shayera?"

"GET OUT!!"

Diana peeked over her husbands shoulder and laughed at Shayera's frustration, and her husband ignorance.

"Come on Bruce, Thomas wants you."

"I need a DNA sample from Shayera."

"Later Bruce." Diana insisted, pulling on his arm. Thomas's voice broke in right then.

"Daddy!"

"Go." Diana insisted, pushing Bruce. "You can get a DNA sample from Shayera later." Diana finally managed to pull her husband out of the room and closed the door.

Shayera fell back on the pillows with a groan.

"Remind me why I haven't killed him?"

"Because he's basically a good guy?" John replied with a grin. Shayera rolled her eyes, then rolled out of bed and began rummaging through her bag for something. She dressed quickly in jeans and a tee shirt, pulling on a pair of sneakers to complete the picture.

"Come on John, get dressed." Shayera said with a smile, throwing his pajama bottoms at him. John caught them, but Shayera was already out the door. Obviously looking for Bruce so he could run his DNA test. John quickly scrambled back into his clothes, then followed her.

Shayera left John in the room and made her way to the living room of the Wayne manor. As Nick had said, all the members of the original Justice League were there waiting for her, as well as some people that Shayera didn't recognize. As soon as Diana saw her, she stood up, Thomas in her arms, and crossed to her. Diana hugged Shayera tightly, and seemed to break the tension between Shayera and her former teammates. Pretty soon, Shayera found herself in the middle of a huge group hug.

"Welcome back Shy." Flash said, giving her a huge bear hug that lifted her off the ground. Shayera laughed and hugged the Scarlet Speedster back.

"Thank you Flash."

"Hello Shayera." J'onn said in his deadpan voice, his face once again not betraying any emotion. But he did give her a small smile and a hug. Shayera hugged him back.

"Hello J'onn, I missed you." Shayera pulled back and smiled at him.

"Maybe when this is over, I could come and visit." J'onn suggested.

"I'd like that J'onn." Shayera laughed. "But you'd have competition for the Oreo's. Hayden loves them." J'onn smiled at that and moved aside for Superman.

"Hello Hawkgirl." He said with his gentle smile.

"It's just Shayera right now." She reminded him, pointed at her unmasked face. "See, no mask." She smiled sadly at the little girl in Superman's arms, her arms wrapped around his neck and her big brown eyes peering at Shayera curiously.

"This is my daughter Andrea." Superman said.

"She's beautiful." Shayera whispered, blinking back tears. Superman pulled her into a hug with one arm.

"Don't worry Hawk. . . Shayera. We'll all help you find them, I promise."

"Yeah Shayera." Flash chimed in, his face serious for once. "We'll all help. We'll get your children back for you."

"Thank you, all of you." Shayera said, still fighting back the tears that filled her eyes. Then she looked at Bruce, who for once wasn't in his cap and cowl around the rest of the Justice League. "If you still need that blood, I'm ready Bruce."

Bruce shook his head. "No, I just used one of the towels J'onn used to stop your bleeding last night for comparison." Bruce told her. "Just like I thought, the feather isn't yours but we had to rule you out right away."

"I understand." Shayera told him. And she did, she used to be a detective. "Can you show me the feather?" Bruce nodded and picked up a plastic evidence bag from the end table. When she saw the feather, Shayera felt all the breath leave her lungs. Her knees started to buckle, but John had just come in and he caught her in his arms.

"What is it Shy?" He asked, picking her up and carrying her to the couch.

Shayera reached out her hand, and took the bag from Bruce. "Let me see that." John noticed that her hands were shaking as she held the bag up and examined the feather closely. John looked at it over her shoulder. The feather was very large, larger even then hers, and was a light blue color with white lines running through it.

"That bastard." Shayera growled, throwing the bag away from her. "That son of a BITCH!"