"I said track him down, not knock him out!" Sara hissed as she stalked towards Oliver, her stance threatening. It was enough to make Roy take a few cautious steps back, away from Oliver, but Oliver stood his ground.

"You knew it was him?"

"Of course I did…I spoke to him less than a few hours ago, warning him that you were looking for him." Sara scoffed, peering at the limp figure that Oliver was cradling in his arms. Stiles' head was resting on Oliver's left shoulder, a trickle of blood running down his head from a gash at his hairline. Stiles' mask now hung loosely around his neck, although Sara knew that Oliver would have been able to recognize Stiles even with his mask on.

Oliver had his left arm around Stiles' back, and his other arm under the younger man's legs. Stiles was undoubtedly a few inches taller than he had been one the Queen's Gambit had first gone down, but he still looked like a teenager when Oliver was holding him like that.

"What did you do?" Sara asked, forcing her voice to remain calm, although she was inwardly still annoyed that Oliver had knocked Stiles out.

"He was watching Roy…I thought he was going to attack him, so I attacked him from behind and kicked him into the air conditioning unit," Oliver admitted, "At the same time he started to stand up, and his balance was off, and he didn't have time to stop himself from hitting it…He looked heavier than he was from behind. If I knew how light he was I wouldn't have used so much force. I wasn't planning on knocking him out, even before I knew it was Stiles."

As Oliver spoke, Sara felt Stiles' pulse and watched his breathing, the old protectiveness she'd always felt over Stiles coming back.

"I think he's going to be okay," she concluded, taking a step away from Oliver and Stiles, but not before she hit Oliver in the arm as hard as she dared while he was holding Stiles.

"Ow," Oliver whined.

"Oh shut it, you've had worse and not whined about it," Sara retorted. Wisely, Oliver said nothing in response, instead following Sara as she walked away from him, towards the fire escape. Neither of the pair noticed Roy sneaking in the opposite direction, leaving the rooftop by his own means and disappearing into the night.

"I don't get it," Oliver finally said, breaking the silence once they were back at street level, "why didn't you tell me it was him, or that he was even still alive and a part of the league. I thought that, because you never brought him up, even through all the stuff with Slade, he was dead and you were trying to forget about him."

"Oliver…It was never my story to tell, and you know that. You're going to have to get the full story out of him," Sara nodded her head towards Stiles, "and you know full well that I could never forget Stiles. He's the closest thing to a brother I've had since he was born. As for him being a part of the league…he isn't, technically. He's gone through the training, but Ra's has never officially made him a member, or sent him on any missions…as far as I know anyway."

"I know, Sara," Oliver visibly deflated, "I get it, and I know how close he was…is…to you, how close he and Laurel were…not to mention your parents. Does his dad know?"

"Not that I'm aware of…Stiles probably wouldn't want to take the risk of accidently leading anyone back to Beacon Hills, not unless he had encouragement, or he saw no other option."

"Fair enough," Oliver nodded, reflecting that Stiles' choice to not return to his home town had been a smart one. Sara's own encounters with the League had proven that the League kept close watch of its members.

"What do we do now?" Sara asked quietly, 'You can't ride the bike with him like this, and I don't have transportation with me tonight. We need to get him to somewhere safe before he wakes up, otherwise he'll start panicking. He knows us, but you know how risky it is when someone with training like ours wakes up after being knocked out."

"I've already notified Diggle, he's bringing the van, and we'll take him back to the foundry. He can recover there." Oliver replied, "Diggle won't be far away."

"I can go with him, and you can bring your bike back…I know you don't like leaving it behind…alternatively you can stay with him in the van and I'll bring the bike back." Sara lifted her eyebrow hopefully.

"Nice try, but you're not riding my bike…You can take the van with Dig and I'll meet you back at the club."

"Damn," Sara cursed quietly as Diggle's van came into sight, and Oliver permitted himself a small smile. The van pulled to a stop in front of the alleyway they were hiding in, and Oliver stepped out onto the sidewalk as Diggle pulled the back doors of the van open, the engine idling quietly.

"Kid looks smaller than I imagined." Diggle observed as Oliver easily climbed into the back of the van and lay Stiles down on the floor, his head in Sara's lap.

"I'll see you soon," Oliver told Diggle and Sara, before he jumped out of the van and disappeared from sight.

Diggle closed the van doors and got into the driver's seat, "So…this kid dangerous?" he asked Sara.

"He can be," Sara replied.

"You know, that doesn't really answer my question."

"Let's just say that we don't want him waking up in the back of a moving van. He'll react before he fully wakes up and realizes that we're friendlies." Sara elaborated honesty. Diggle nodded and started driving, a little quicker than he would normally. Sara's warning making perfect sense to him.

It didn't take long for the van to roll to a stop in the alleyway behind Verdant. As the van's rear door opened Sara smiled when she spotted Felicity standing by the rear door, ready to hold it open. Diggle grunted a little as he lifted Stiles into his arms, before he began carrying him down to the basement. Sara quickly locked up the van and followed after Diggle and Felicity. By the time she had caught up with them Diggle had laid Stiles out on the stainless steel examination table, which Felicity had thoughtfully covered with a sheet.

"Do you think he needs monitoring?" Felicity asked, eyeing the unconscious man, and the medical equipment where it was stashed away. Sara calmly took Stiles' hand, feeling his pulse, while at the same time watching his breathing.

"He should be okay," Sara offered, letting go of Stiles' wrist and taking his hand, squeezing it gently.

"Should we restrain him? How likely is it that he'll lash out when he wakes up?" Diggle asked. Sara hesitated. Stiles was normally pretty level headed, but he wasn't the best sleeper in the world, prone to nightmares and night terrors, even before his mother had died. Before his arrival in Starling City Sara hadn't seen Stiles in over a year, and who knew what he'd been through since then.

"I hate to say it, but it wouldn't be foolish. I'll stay with him, and Oliver probably will too. Hopefully he won't be too out of it when he wakes up and recognize us quickly."

Diggle nodded in understanding, while Felicity dashed away and came back with a set of restraints that, while not exceptionally heavy, and not overly restricting, were very strong. Diggle and Sara quickly secured them around Stiles' ankles and wrists, as well as the table he was lying on, while at the same time making sure that the younger man still had some movement, both of them knowing how terrifying it could be to wake up and be unable to move completely.

"What's Roy doing…I haven't heard from him since before you guys announced you were on the way back?" Felicity asked as Sara and Diggle worked, "Oliver told me that he'd been delayed by something…but he said that Roy should be back here before you guys…but then Roy's tracer signal didn't come back the whole way."

"Maybe he just got delayed too and forgot to tell you guys…he's still getting used to this whole pack mentality thing after all, you know, being part of a team," Sara offered.

"I guess," Felicity admitted, looking back over her shoulder at her computer screens. One of them was showing a map of Starling City, with a green dot marking Oliver's location, and a Red dot marking Roy's. On the other screens, however, was the file that the people investigating the Queen's Gambit sinking had put together on Stiles. Sara blinked, knowing that she herself had a file about her, but she'd never seen it, or Stiles'. She smiled to herself at the picture of Stiles attached to the file. Naturally it had been taken back when Stiles was only sixteen, still all bright eyes and a big smile.

"Sometimes I forget how young he was back then…how young he is now," Sara said quietly. Felicity followed Sara's eye line to the screens.

"Oh…Sorry, I…I didn't want to trigger anything, or something like that, when Oliver said who you were bringing in, and I recognized the name as one of the other Queen's Gambit victims…which…apparently not so much of a victim…not that what he's been through since then hasn't been horrible and made him a victim and everything…not saying that you're a victim too…I was just commenting that, obviously, didn't die when the Queen's Gambit went down…like you and Oliver…and end of babble."

Sara snorted, "maybe we should introduce you two once he's awake…He used to be so much like you…Getting him to shut up was impossible…Even on the Island he was far more talkative than anyone else. Slade was constantly telling him to shut up…it never worked though. Eventually Oliver and Slade realized that it was all just a facade to hide how broken he was…even before the Queen's Gambit.

"The report mentioned that he'd had a tough time not long before…he had a stint in a psychiatric facility, and then he was a victim of a mugging that left one of his closest friends dead."

"His dad sent him to Starling City for a change of scenery, after everything that had happened. He was in bad shape when he got here. He hadn't slept in days, wasn't eating, wasn't talking…my mom wanted to send him to hospital or counseling or something, but dad said to give him more time…and then Oliver saw him, and he ended up getting invited on the Queen's Gambit with us, and…and that was it, as far as everyone else knows. Loosing Stiles probably hurt my parents almost as much as loosing me…they sort of were Stiles' second set of parents…or, at least, my dad was Stiles' second dad…especially after his mom died. Apparently he was really close to his best friend, and his best friend's mom kind of earned the second mom spot before my mom did, but my mom still cared a lot about him."

"Sounds like the kid's been through Hell, just from what you've told us."

"He has," Oliver agreed from the entrance to the lair, descending down the stairs and removing his hood. He put his bow back in its holder within his costume case, before removing his mask, shrugging when Diggle sent him a questioning look.

"Stiles would recognize me, even with the hood on…hell…he's known the hood just as long as I have. He was on the island with me for over a year," he explained, Diggle nodding in understanding and relaxing minutely, although he still ensured that he stayed in between the unconscious kid and Felicity.

Perhaps calling Stiles a kid was a bit of a stretch, Diggle found himself thinking. If the report Felicity had found about Stiles was correct, then the young man was 23 years old, but Diggle thought he looked barely older than 19, despite everything he'd been through.

Felicity turned back to her computers, returning to her task of trying to get a response out of Roy.

Oliver's eyes narrowed in concern, "Hasn't Roy made it back yet?"

Diggle shook his head, "no…nobodies seen him since you guys left the rooftop you found him on,"

"I've located his tracer, it's not all that far from here," Felicity added, "He hasn't moved from that spot in awhile though, and he's turned his comms off."

"Is there any security cameras or anything like that in the area you can hack into Felicity?" Oliver asked.

"No, most of those buildings have been abandoned since before the earthquake, nobody really has cared what happens to them. I know that sometimes the police go through them checking for homeless people and drugs, but other than that, they're deserted."

"It hasn't been very long," Oliver reasoned, "we'll give him another five minutes. If he's still not moving by then I'll go looking for him."

"I'll help," Sara offered, but Oliver shook his head.

"I need you to stay with Stiles. He knows you, when he wakes up he'll look for a familiar face. If there isn't one there he'll panic, and I don't know what he'll do."

"I don't think those sorts of plans are going to necessary," Felicity intervened, a finger pressed to her com unit, "Roy just made contact."

"Put him on loudspeaker," Oliver ordered, and Felicity tapped the appropriate buttons of her keyboard.

"Roy, are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine…I…I just needed to check on something." Roy's tone was thick, and both Oliver and Diggle heard the way his voice caught…as if he was lying...or had been crying.

"Roy…are you safe?" Oliver asked, letting the younger man know from his tone alone that Oliver was serious.

"Yes," Roy responded with no hesitation, "and no, I'm not hurt."

"How long are you going to be?"

"Not long, I'm just finishing up now. I'll be back at the lair soon."

"Do not switch your comms off again, they are there for a reason… and we will be having a discussion about this when you get back."

"Ok," Roy replied, before going silent again. Oliver gestured for Felicity to switch the comms back to their normal setting, so they could have a conversation without distracting Roy from whatever it was he was doing.

Sara was smirking, "God you sounded like my dad just then," she grinned, "I hope you're not gonna be too harsh on him."

"She's right, Oliver, it was a one off…and from what you said it sounded like Stiles had Roy in his sights…maybe it was just a nasty shock for him and he needed time to process the whole 'I almost died tonight and didn't even see him' thing."

"See…that's what doesn't make sense," Sara interjected thoughtfully, "Why would Stiles be targeting Roy. They don't know each other, and If he was sent over here on a mission…which I doubt, because technically he's not even a member of the league like I am, why Roy?"

"Well…he wasn't actually targeting Roy. Stiles had a bow with him, but he wasn't aiming at Roy, he was just watching him from the shadows. I can't blame Roy for not seeing Stiles though…Stiles was always very good at hiding, even early on when we were on the island. Sometimes even Slade and Shado couldn't find him when we were training. Add that onto the training he would have gotten with the League, and I'm surprised that I was able to knock him out like I did."

"Some things don't change…Stiles was probably just being an uncoordinated spaz like he was as a teenager." Sara grinned, and Oliver chuckled thoughtfully.

"Yeah, Slade was always bemoaning Stiles' lack of coordination. We'll find out why he was watching Roy when he wakes up. If we need to, we'll keep them separate."

"Sounds fair," Diggle agreed. Oliver pulled out a chair for Sara to sit in so she was beside the stretcher, while finding one for himself, so he could sit on Stiles' other side. Diggle and Felicity watched from the computer bench as Sara held Stiles' hand gently, rubbing it reassuringly as they all waited for him to wake up.

They didn't need to wait for very long before Stiles' fingers flexed in Sara's hand, and he let out a soft moan. Felicity immediately dimmed the lights, knowing from experience with Oliver, Diggle and Roy that the lair lights were very bright when you just waking up from being knocked out.

"Stiles…Stiles it's okay, you're safe. It's okay," Sara began murmuring, gently tightening her grip on Stiles hand, anchoring him as she tried to reassure him. Oliver shifted his chair so he was a little further from Stiles, knowing that it had been too long since they last saw one another, and that Sara needed to be the first person Stiles saw. At the same time, Oliver had moved himself to a spot that put him in the most direct line between Stiles and Felicity, just in case Stiles became violent.

Stiles stirred with a mumble, before he jerked and went rigid, every muscle in his body going tense, as if his semiconscious mind had registered Sara's hand wrapped around his, and her voice. Felicity held her breath as Sara spoke a little louder.

'Stiles, relax…it's Sara…the Black Canary…you're okay, you're safe, You're in Starling City, remember…come on, wake up, it's okay."

After a tense ten seconds, the younger man visibly relaxed, bleary eyes opening and looking up at Sara.

"Sara?"

"Hey, Stiles, how's the head?"

"Like I just got hit over the head by Nyssa…again. Who knocked me out?"

Sara smiled and glanced over at Oliver, and Stiles followed her line of sight, a smile breaking on his face when he laid eyes on Oliver.

"Dude…long time no see…nice haircut. Much less island hobo."

"Like you can talk," Sara scoffed, "you were pretty island hobo yourself."

"Island Hobo suited me," Stiles told Sara seriously, before he moved the chains securing him to the table pulling taught.

Stiles immediately stilled, his muscles visibly tensing, "Er…Sara…care to explain? Have you been reading 50 shades of Grey without me?"

Sara laughed, "No…we weren't exactly sure how you were going to react when you woke up…it was just a precaution."

"Probably a fair move," Stiles said, relaxing once again, "I would get up and say hello properly, Oliver ,but I'm kind of tied up, literally, " Stiles turned his head, and cringed, "and I think if I move too much right now I'll pass out again or throw up…and I would rather not do either. What the hell did you hit me with?"

"I kicked you into an air conditioning unit." Oliver admitted, "You should be more aware of your surroundings."

"Now you sound like Slade….and Nyssa…and Ra's…and ever single teacher I had when I was training," Stiles cringed, "sorry," he apologized. Oliver knew he was apologizing for mentioning Slade, and realized that Sara or Nyssa had told Stiles what had happened to his mother.

"What are you in Starling City for?' Oliver asked seriously, knowing full well that Stiles may have been sent by somebody to do evil. Oliver had learned long ago not to underestimate the kid…they all had, and a long time had passed since the last time they had met. Who knew were Stiles' loyalties lay now. Sara trusted him…but Oliver wasn't going to rely on Sara's judgment alone…he wanted to make his own choice.

"I'm not here because I got sent here by anyone in the league. I'm not even technically a member. I got trained like I was one, but I've never been a real member of the league."

"He's telling the truth. Ra's Al Ghul won't make Stiles' position within the league official," Sara offered.

"And what was your interest in Roy?"

"Roy?" Stiles asked, confusion flickering across his face.

"The man you were watching when I knocked you out."

Stiles frowned, his sluggish mind struggling to recall the moments before everything went dark. His eyes widened when the memories slowly started to filter back into his mind.

"Jackson?' he asked, looking first around the room for the former school asshole turned Kanima turned werewolf, then looking towards Oliver and Sara, waiting for an explanation.