"Aw, come on, Melissa, they're not even that bad," Stiles pouted as Melissa dabbed antiseptic over the claw marks Kate had left in his side, before she began stitching the few cuts that remained.

"Really, and when did you get a medical degree, Stiles?" Melissa asked, obviously still angry with him. Stiles sighed and flopped his head back against the couch in the living room.

"Trust me, these are not the worst injuries I've had to fix up myself. I was fine."

"If being clawed doesn't make the cut, no pun intended, what was the worst injury?" Stiles' father asked. Stiles paused thoughtfully, before he shrugged.

"Hard to say. Digging a bullet out of my own guts wasn't a pleasant experience, so that would have to be fairly high on the list, but it's hard to nail down one particular example."

"You got shot?" Noah Stilinski choked out, looking rather ill, "and had to…dig it out yourself."

"Excuse me," Scott softly uttered, his skin looking decidedly green as he dashed towards the bathroom, his hand pressed over his mouth. Stiles didn't need werewolf powers to hear Scott throwing up violently. Kira followed her boyfriend, obviously going to comfort him.

Stiles shifted his sweatpants a little so that the others could see the scar left behind when he'd been shot on the Amazo.

"And that was before I'd even met the league," Stiles offered with a smile on his face.

"When….when did that happen?

"Um…Mid 2008…ish," Stiles replied, furrowing his brow in thought, "Bit hard to say without, you know, access to a calendar though."

"Crap," the Sheriff cursed, "you did that when you only seventeen years old. You shouldn't have had to go through that."

Stiles shrugged, "I don't really think they cared about how old I was."

"Stiles, don't move," Melissa ordered, and Stiles stilled beneath her hands as she continued to work on the stiches.

"Sorry" he replied as he looked around at the rest of the pack. Chris Argent and Parrish had gone to Derek's to pick up Chris's car, and then had gone on back out to the railyard to deal with Kate's body and any evidence of the fight, Kira and Scott were still in the bathroom, Liam was having a shower in the upstairs bathroom, and Jackson was getting changed in his room after having a shower, leaving Deaton, Lydia and Derek in the living room with Stiles, Melissa and the Sherriff.

"All right, you can get up now…just…try to take it easy. You need rest…we all do," Melissa told Stiles as she finally finished putting some stiches in his bullet grazed shoulder and began bandaging it. Stiles waited for her to finish before he hauled himself back upright, looking at the clean, white bandaging she'd applied over his various injuries.

"Thanks, Melissa," Stiles sheepishly smiled, taking the clean t-shirt that his father offered him and pulling it over his head. Melissa affectionately ruffled his hair, before resting her hand on his uninjured shoulder, squeezing gently.

"You don't need to thank me, Stiles. You saved my life, you saved the pack…I should be the one thanking you."

Stiles ducked his eyes, looking down at his hands, more than a little battered and bruised from the fight, although he could still feel his cheeks colouring as he blushed at the praise.

Relief washed over Stiles when the other people in the room were distracted by the sound of an unfamiliar car pulled up outside the house, and then by Jackson clattering down the stairs loudly.

"I'll get it," he offered, heading for the front door. Stiles couldn't help but smirk in amusement at the confused way Derek's eyebrow quirked upwards.

"The backup I organised," Stiles explained as Jackson waited by the door, obviously listening and waiting for Oliver, Sara and Diggle to step up onto the porch

As Jackson waited, shifting his feet in a move that reminded Stiles of a puppy dancing around waiting for it's owner to come home, Scott and Kira re-emerged from the bathroom…Scott still looking a little paler than normal, although his skin didn't have the same green tinge as earlier.

"Feeling better honey?' Melissa asked, crossing over to her son and running her fingers lovingly though his hair.

"Yeah, thanks Mom…You ok, Stiles?"

Stiles nodded, "I'm good, all patched up, ready to go another round."

'You certainly will not," Melissa replied.

Stiles smiled teasingly at Melissa, "Sorry…I couldn't help it."

"Oh, God I missed you Stiles," Melissa shook her head as Scott and Stiles' dad both laughed. Stiles felt his father wrap his arm around Stiles' shoulders, and Stiles leant into the embrace, resting his head against his dad's chest.

"We all did," the Sherriff agreed to Melissa's statement, pressing a kiss to the top of Stiles' head.

Jackson chose that moment to throw the door open, before Oliver even had a chance to ring the doorbell.

"Hey guys," he greeted, stepping aside and letting Oliver, Diggle and Sara into the house. Stiles' eyes widened when he realised that the trio were in their vigilante get up. That was something he hadn't thought of.

Oliver, for his part, didn't give Stiles anything more than a cursory look and a nod of acknowledgement while Jackson was closing the door before he turned and engulfed Jackson in a bear hug. Jackson flailed, trying to escape, but even with his werewolf strength he couldn't get out of Oliver's grip…although Stiles was pretty sure that Jackson wasn't as against the embrace as he might normally be if it was anyone other than Oliver, his pseudo Alpha.

"Um…what's the story there?' Scott asked curiously, his head tilted to the side in confusion.

"Long story, kid," Diggle relied with an eye roll.

"He's being going crazy ever since I called him to tell him you two were in trouble," Sara added, glancing at Stiles. Stiles moved away from his father and approached Sara, giving her a hug, before he shook Diggle's hand.

"Thanks for coming to help us out…sorry that it was a bit of a wasted trip."

"I don't know…it seems like a good outcome. Could have been a lot worse," Sara observed, looking around the room. Stiles looked over and saw the look of shock on his father's face.

"S…" His father began to say, and Stiles quickly interrupted before his father could accidently unmask Sara by saying her name, having obviously recognized her.

"Sandwiches…yes, sandwiches, good idea dad," Stiles loudly interjected, "You guys probably didn't get anything to eat while you were being held captive, or if you did it probably wasn't much…trust me, I know what the food is like with the league…sometimes it's better to go and catch a scorpion or something in the desert. The first thing I ate when I got back to the States was a large order of curly fries…holy Hell they tasted good…but it's late, and I seriously cannot be bothered cooking, so…sandwiches…um who wants to give me a hand, and dad, no, you are not allowed to have bacon in yours, so don't even ask."

A/TW

Oliver felt relief wash over him as he saw Roy standing in the doorway, obviously freshly showered and wearing clean clothes, and without any obvious sign of injury or harm following his ordeal. Stiles too was on his feet, looking a little pale, but otherwise ok, although Oliver could see the edge of a bandage poking out of the sleeve of Stiles' t-shirt, and first aid supplies were in arranged neatly on the coffee table.

Having confirmed visually that Stiles was ok, Oliver directed his attention to Roy. It was the first time he'd seen his half-brother since he'd found out about their hidden shared blood, and Oliver couldn't resist the urge to engulf the younger man in a hug. Roy stiffened against the embrace, struggling a little before he went limp, resting his head against Oliver's shoulder and burying his face in Oliver's neck, breathing deeply. A little voice in Oliver's head, which sounded strangely like Felicity, told Oliver that Roy was scenting him. Before Stiles' return, and Roy revealing his secret, it would have been weird, but now Oliver didn't care. His brother was alive and safe in his arms. After almost a day fearing the worst Oliver would be ok with Roy doing pretty much anything.

"You're ok, you're safe. Thank God you're ok," Oliver murmured softly in Roy's ear, and Roy nodded against Oliver's neck.

"Thought I was gonna die without seeing you guys again…that I was going to get killed by the league," Roy replied. Oliver could hear the others talking softly in the background, but in that moment Oliver was focused completely on Roy.

Oliver simply tightened his grip on his younger brother, "I need to tell you something. I should have called you and told you the minute I found out."

Roy shook his head, "Later, when there's less wolves around," he reminded Oliver, and Oliver remembered that Roy and his supernatural friends had super hearing…every werewolf that was in the house, and who knew how many of the people in the room were actually werewolves, and could probably hear every word he said.

"Alright," Oliver nodded, pulling back from Roy, although he still kept a casual arm around Roy's shoulder as Stiles started babbling about sandwiches to shut up his dad. Oliver caught the way Diggle rolled his eyes, and Roy actually groaned.

"I have no idea how Stilinski ever made it to be in the league," Roy shook his head at Oliver, "the dude does not shut up. Mind you…I'm pretty sure he talked his way out of being executed tonight, so, I'm kind of impressed."

"And then he pulls a line about sandwiches?" Diggle asked in bemusement.

"Even I have limitations to my brilliance," Stiles called from the kitchen.