CHAPTER SIX:
mayday mayday mayday, i exist please don't forget about me, over.

Stiles quickly walked back from his outburst on Peter as soon as he noticed Kennedy gone. Guilt seeped through him as he saw the girl sitting by herself her body hunched over as she held her head. Stiles wuietly took a seat next to her, not wanting to bother her by saying anything.

Kennedy sat up, she pushed her hair behind her ears before sniffling. "I'm not like you, Stiles," Kennedy whispered, her fingers playing with each other as she avoided his gaze. "I haven't been fighting werewolves, drmons, or vampires and all that."

"We, uh, we actually haven't fought vampires," Stiles corrected her, before noticing the look she was giving him. "Yet. Yeah, sorry not the time. Continue."

Kennedy shook her head. "The point is, is that... I'm scared," she whispered. "I just... I saw a guy disappear... or died? I don't know if this is something I can handle... or something I could get used to," she trailed off before sighing "Maybe," she paused. "Maybe it's better if I just never leave this place."

Stiles took a few moments, looking down at his own hands before speaking up. "It's not something you get used to," he told her, his eyes still casted downwards "You get nightmares and trauma that you'll never be able to talk about because... because nobody would believe you if you did," he confessed, he took a breath before continuing his voice getting stronger. "But it's all worth it, reuniting families, saving people... and maybe," he sighed. "Maybe we don't get to save everyone, because at the end of the day there are still bigger things like Fate, but the lives that we do get to save... they're important."

Kennedy gulped "I don't know if that's something I can handle," she whispered, her head shaking.

Stiles grabbed her shaking hands. "Then you don't have to," he told her as their eyes met. "Even if you get out of here and never talk to me or Scott again. You're still getting out of here because you deserve to not have your life stolen from you. You deserve to be able to live however you want, wheverever you want, and away from here."

Kennedy squeezed Stiles hand, it was an unspoken Thank You. One that she used to do all the time when her words would fail her. Stiles squeezed her hand back. You're welcome.

Stilessighed before realizing that he would have to tell Kennedy of Peter's plan. "Peter has a plan."

Kennedy looked at him in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"He's going to try to go through the portal, he thinks since he's a werewolf with faster healing capabilities he might be able to do it. I'm, I'm gonna go with him. You don't have to if you don't want to, you can stay here."

Kennedy gave him a nod as she pulled her hand away. "I think I'll stay here."

Stiles nodded back. "I'll be right back," he whispered before leaving.

Kennedy watched as he walked away. She wondered how many times, she'd have to see him do that. She wondered if it would hurt a little less every time.

Kennedy wasn't sure how much longer it was until Stiles came back. Her blue eyes immediately went to Stiles' face. From the look on it she couldn't decipher if the plan went well for not.

Kennedy stood up. "Well?" She asked.

Stiles took a deep breath. "He got through," he said in disbelief.

Kennedy's eyes widen. "What?"

Stiles nodded. "Yeah, he went right through. I- I don't know what happened after that."

Kennedy closed her mouth after realizing it was dropped open from shock. "Do you- do you think he'll get to your friends?"

Stiles looked down and shook his head. "I don't know."

Kennedy pursed her lips before she nodded.

Stiles looked back up, noticing the board of city names behind Kennedy. He stepped around her to get a closer look, one name in particular stood out to him. "Canaan? Why does that sound familiar?"

"It was a small town, they had this baseball field. It was really nice, our dad's used to take us to play over there. It's.."

Stiles looked at her. "It's what?"

Kennedy grimaced. "It's also where I was taken."

Stiles took in a deep breath. "We need to get back to the intercom," he told her in a rush.

"Why?" She asked as she followed him through to the room.

Kennedy stood off to the side as Stiles connected wires and turned dials. She watched intently as he worked, a loud pitch came from the mic making both teens cover their ears.

Stiles grabbed the mic while he turned another dial. "Hello, hello is anyone there? Can anyone hear me?"

Kennedy watched him, her eyes brimmed with hope that somebody might answer.

"Stiles?" a feminine voice stuttered out.

"Stiles? Are you there?" Another voice came out.

Kennedy gasped, "Oh my gosh!" She said as tears filled her eyes, her two hands covered her mouth in disbelief.

Stiles and her shared a look, smiles on both of their faces.

"Scott, Lydia? Is that you?"

"Oh my God, Stiles we can hear you," Lydia said.

"You know me?" Stiles asked, excitment and relief laced his raspy voice. "You remember me?"

"Stiles is this you? Is this actually you?"

"Yeah, it's me," Stiles confirmed. "Do you remember the last thing I said to you?"

Kennedy's heart clenched as she watched Stiles' get a grin on his face, one she knew so well because, at one point, he used to look at her with it. Kennedy took in a painful breath as she heard the girl's next words.

"You said, 'Remember I love you'."

Kennedy's head fell to the floor as tears streamed down her face. A deep ache she had never felt before pained her chest with each breath. If she thought Stiles not remembering her hurt, this was an entirely new pain. An almost unbearable pain. She never knew how physically painful heartbreak could really be.

Stiles looked down, his bottom lip trembled. He looked over at Kennedy and noticed the state she was in, guilt filled his entire body. He opens his mouth to say something but Kennedy shook her head to stop him.

A small sad smile formed on her lips. "It's okay," she whispered "It's okay," she said again, desperately trying to comfort himself and her.

"Stiles?" Scott's voice came in again. "Where are you? We're coming to get you."

"No, no you can't! You won't be able to find me."

"Wha-what are you talking about? Just tell us where you are and we'll come and-" Scott pleaded desperately before Stiles cut him off.

"Right, just remember this: Canaan. Alright? You have to find Canaan, just find Canaan."

Kennedy stepped foward and wrapped her arms around Stiles shoudlers as the radio connection died off. The mic dropped from Stiles' hands, before he put them over the small arms wrapped around him.

"We'll get out of here," he assured both himself and Kennedy. "They know about us, they remember us."

Kennedy stayed quiet, neglecting to point out that they only remember him. She wrapped her arms around him in a tighter embrace. Kennedy wasn't sure about a lot of thimgs but she did know one thing: Stiles was gonna get out of there.

And it will most likely be without her.