A/N: Sorry to keep you guys waiting, and thank you all so much for the wonderful reviews, keep um coming, hehe makes me want to get these chapters out faster. And what can I say for this chapter? Well, every one admires someone, even McKay…

Day One

Chapter Three

"Anything yet?" Dr. Weir tried to hide the inner worry that made her voice sound uneasy as she looked to Grodin for some sort of conformation on the whereabouts of her two missing comrades. It had been over an hour since Sheppard and his team returned and nearly two and a half hours since McKay and Beckett set off to explore the Northwesterly sector of the city.

Grodin tried sending a call over the citywide intercom, with no response. He shook his head mystified. "Nothing yet, I don't understand it though, they should be able to hear it."

"Yeah but we're also talking about Rodney here." Came the voice of the Major as he walked into the gate control room, cup of coffee in his hand. He came up beside Weir and looked down to the darken layout of the entire city.

Weir pointed out the location where she sent the two doctors commenting on the current status of it. "As far as we could tell---" She began. "It's an area of the city that appeared to be damaged by--"

"By the flooding, gotcha." Interrupted Sheppard as he took a sip of his coffee. "And you thought, it be good to send Dr. Beckett and Skippy on this?"

"Run a bio scan Grodin, see if you can pick up any trace of them in that section only." Elizabeth requested, choosing to ignore the Major's comment. She didn't have time for his wise cracks on McKay.

He typed in a few simple command codes, doing a location check on R. McKay and C. Beckett. The computer laptop connected to the console buzzed and processed, as all three eagerly watched the larger screen located by the gate control consol for any sign.

"There!" Said the Grodin, pointing out their exactly location, as he used the laptop to zoom in on the area. "They seem to be in this small room, here. I'm not sure what it is, might be one of the closet compartments scattered about the city."

" McKay and Beckett in a closet?" Remarked Sheppard. "Well that's new." He shrugged leaning over the console screen so he could get a better look at the two little red blips that were representing the doctors.

"They're not moving." Weir watched the screen, seeing the red blips motionless, crowded together in the little square area on the map-layout. "Do you think they might be trapped?" Direction the question to both the gate technician and the Major

"It's---maybe, they might be having a little nap for all we know, either way they should have radioed in by now." John said harshly, sounding disappointed in the two men when it was the obvious thing to do, before he realized it was probably McKay running the mission, so thinking in any terms of obviousness was thrown out the window.

"Well even if they tried, I'm getting a lot of interference in that area." Spoke up Grodin. "For some reason, none of the doors in the sector will respond to the main controls here, even if I try to reroute through my system computer. Might be why Beckett and McKay haven't responded yet."

"But what could be interfering with the doors, as well as the radios and intercom." Perplexed, Elizabeth began thinking about energy consuming clouds, or possibly even the involvement of the Wraith. Or worse, something completely new.

"I don't know, but it has to be something big." He replied, glancing up to Weir. "Real big."

Dr. Weir turned her concern to John who took another sip at his coffee as if the comment didn't faze him in the slightest. "Major --" She began though Sheppard placed his cup down and stood up straight, already knowing what she was requesting before the women go it out.

"I'll take Ford and check it out." He spoke in a reassuring tone, seeing that his leader growing more and more anxious. "I'm sure it's not the Wraith, if you're thinking that. We've seen them what? Twice already. I'm sure they don't want to wear their company out by showing up to much, right?" He mused trying to get her to smile, ease up on what had to be a simple mistake.

"Take Bouds and Estin with you too." Dr. Weir having no sense of kidding to her whatsoever trying to impresses the serious of the situation in her commanding officer.

" I'm sure it's not that bad." Sheppard rebutted, knowing then it wasn't really his place to do so. Though, perhaps it was the selflessness in him that made them butt heads, whether he was trying to test Elizabeth or toughen her up, not even he knew really. He wasn't in charge to call all the shots, even though sometimes he felt his methods got the job done a little more efficiently, and a bit more permanently. He knew Dr. Weir was only looking out for the best interest of everyone in the city, and even more surprising, his own. It was actually rather comforting when he thought about it, making a small smile cross his lips.

Weir looked to him with determination in her eye, taking on the air of an authoritarian, which she had to slip into more often then not these days it seemed. "John, I'm not taking any chances with my team, not anymore, you'll take Bouds and Estin with you, full gear. And please---"

" I know." Sheppard waved the notion away with his hand as he left from the control room and upon his leaving, he added. "Hurry." He knew there was no arguing her on this.

Dr. Weir watched John jog lightly down the steps towards the dark Stargate and after a few minutes returned with Aiden and two other Lieutenants, they were geared and armed as Elizabeth stared uneasily by the control room window. Sheppard glanced up, gave her the ok sign and nodded to her not to worry. "Not more then a half hour, tops, we'll have them back!" He called back up to her.

She nodded back to him, though inside worry was the least of her emotions.

"It's been pretty quiet up there for awhile now." Beckett spoke up as the two men held their separate seats in the small bathroom, each staring for long moments at the ceiling, waiting to hear something, anything, though for the past several minutes all had been deathly quiet. McKay had woken up about ten minutes before hand, mumbling something about not seeing where he was when the lights went and smacking his head on the nearby wall. Beckett had accepted the excuse if only to save the physicist from any more embarrassment, he knew fainting was a natural response to an intense sudden fear, even he felt a bit weak in the knees thinking that something was scampering around right over their heads.

"Well whatever it is, it's gone now. And we're still stuck in here." McKay said sharply, returning his gaze to the closed door, inwardly cursing at it.

"At least the lights are back on." Carson mused briskly, as they began to flicker. He wondered if he spoke to soon.

McKay looked at them as well, about to yell at the doctor to stop jinxing them when the lighted panels steadied themselves and stayed on, to the appreciation of both men. Not as if they even had a flashlight incase the damn things went out again anyway. McKay felt so unprepared, then again he never thought exploring the city could warrant suiting up like an off-world exploration through the gate.

"What could be living in the city, after all this time?" Beckett wondered aloud, a feeling of deep unease creep over him with each passing moment. He should have been troubled more about dying of suffocation rather then being mauled by whatever might be above them, but now it was the only thing he could think about.

"Rats." McKay snickered. "Giant radioactive rats, with two heads and tails like tentacles that grab you with superhuman strength so they can eat you alive."

"You know Rodney. I'm glad you're here to rid me of doubt." Carson let out a short huffed laugh as he took a hand to the bridge of his nose and rubbed his eyes, shaking his head in finding McKay more absurd then he ever did before.

"Doubt of what?" McKay glanced to him, wanting to know just what the physician was getting at.

"That you couldn't possibly make this situation, any worse off then it already is." Carson replied after a moment, his patients growing thin as the air grew hotter. Both men had removed their jackets, even Beckett was about ready to peal off the shirt that was sticking to his back.

"Then, well, you're undoubtedly right; we can all sleep easer now." Smirked McKay sarcastically, as he then stood up without warning or reason. He began climbing up on top of the basin carefully, trying to keep his wobbly balance, before stepping up onto a large, shelf like box running along the back wall.

"And what, might I ask, are you doing?" Beckett watched him with sudden interest, then again it could have been the lack of air making him more lucid and easy going. He never thought about what it was like to bite the big one like that, sure he'd learn about it in med school, what slow suffocation does to you, but never did he imagine it would happen to him. Then again, he never really imagined he'd travel to another galaxy in his lifetime either.

"Well---" Rodney looked the ceiling over suspiciously, then raised his hands up, pushing on the panels that lined it. "I figured, if something's up there, then there must be a way to get in inside, right?" Suddenly, with a grunt he managed to make one give way, sending it sailing to the ground.

Beckett covered his head as the panel fell, leaping to his feet afterwards as he looked up to the dark gaping square just above his head.

"Why, I've think you stumbled on to something." Beckett laughed, as he clapped his hands together. "Oh, feel that air!" He exclaimed when from above soft breezes wafted downwards. Granted, they were a bit stale, and hotter then the air in the room they were in now, but the doctor was thankful for the chance to breath easier in what had been two hours of sluggish death.

"Yeah I surprise myself all the time---" Muttered McKay as he stepped up on his toes making him higher so he could look up into the hole he created.

"Are you sure you should be sticking your head up there, I mean giant mutant rats."

"Radioactive rats." Rodney corrected the physician, his voice muffled by the depth of the area above. "It looks, like some sort of shaft, or pipe line. Running in only one direction, that way." He pointed a thumb towards the wall behind him, being the left one.

"Aye, farther north, and deeper into the sector."

McKay pulled his head out and glanced down to Carson, wincing as he concocted some sort of plan within his mind. A moment later, he nodded to himself, taking a deep breath and nervously ringing his hands together.

"I'm going in." He said brusquely, trying to psych himself up.

"Wait, in there? Beckett repeated slowly as to make sure he did in fact, hear that correctly, pointing up to the hole. Thinking his colleague had lost too much oxygen to do his sense any good. "All right then, I'm coming too."

Rodney nodded his head motioning to the radio. "Maybe If we move out of this area, we'll hit a signal. There's a faint blue glow, coming from down at the end of the shaft, might be promising."

"Might be bad too." Remarked Carson as he bent down and retrieved the walkie-talkie and his coat, slipping the radio in one of its pockets before tying the jacket sleeves round his waist.

McKay clucked his tongue holding out his hand as Beckett got the hint he wanted his jacket as well, which he soon tossed to him. "Oh ye of little faith. Don't worry, I'll even go first."

"McKay." Carson said acting as if he was startled. "Was that a possible hint of concern, for my wellbeing?"

"Funny." McKay paused in his examination of his surrounding, making mental movements of how to get from in the bathroom to up in the shaft-line. He scratched his head, glancing back with such importance that it caught the doctor off guard. "Listen, I know, you seem to think, that, that I'm solely looking out for my own interests. In fact, there really hasn't been much evidence to deny that fact, so I don't blame you, or anyone else."

"Rodney---"Beckett began, trying to reassure to the physicist that, that wasn't the case, though perhaps shirking from the truth to save the man's feelings, but he was curtly cut off.

"No, I-I need to say this." Carson relaxed against the wall, realizing how hard McKay was trying to alter Beckett's opinion of him, and he certainly wouldn't stop him from trying.

"This whole thing had, has gotten me to think, a whole lot, about the things I'm doing here. My purpose in all of this." McKay motioned to the wall, really remarking on the whole of Atlantis. "And I just wanted to say, before we crawl into what might be, certain death." Rodney paused, swallowing hard as Carson waited in what felt like an intensely long moment, seeing the growing sincerity in his colleague's eyes.

"That I, en-vy--you." The McKay stumbled over the words, not believing what he just admitted.

"Me?, McKay---I'm just a doctor---" Carson replied slightly uneasy, thrown off by the comment beyond belief in all honesty.

"People respect you. I-I respect you. I mean, just a few weeks ago, Sheppard could have died from that, thing on his neck. The people of this base, hell this entire city, need you. So, if something was to happen now, I'd rather it be to me first, so you might have a chance." McKay looked down, realizing how dumb he must have looked standing atop the toilet with one bare foot. "Reunite my corpse with its shoe." He muttered awkwardly, wiggling his toes back up at himself.

Beckett nodded silently, pulling the jacket sleeves tighter around his middle, looking as if he was at first unsure of Rodney's genuineness, when suddenly he smiled, pleased with the man's sudden promise, and perhaps renewing his faith that they might just get out of this mess, alive, if they both worked together.

"Hey, we're not dead yet. And I'm not opting to drag your body all the way back through the city, so, I'll watch your back, if you watch mine." He said finally, leaving it at that. Feeling as if he should have thanked McKay for such an, endearing compliment, but now was not the time. Now strength and will would play the part in their survival.

McKay nodded, unsure if how the doctor felt about what he said, wondering if it was the right thing to say after all. He knew fully well that most of the stuff coming out of his mouth was demeaning, sarcastic, and snobby to boot. He prayed Beckett didn't think he was just trying to win his sympathy.

Feeling now was a better time then any, Rodney leapt up, clutching at the open edges in the ceiling, and with a strained growl, pulled himself up into the dark square, his feet scrambling for purchase on the wall in order to push him up and through.

Carson followed suit, waiting as the physicist disappeared into the hole above and made room for him to climb in as well. Looking the tiny room over, Beckett made a mental check that they hadn't left anything behind, he then climbed up himself, staring up into the dark abbesses of the shaft, not really feeling all to right about this after all. He heard McKay up there somewhere, sneeze several times ending in a soft groan.

"Wonderful, thousands upon thousands of years of space dust, has just gone right up my nose!" Carson heard him echo, sounding half stuffed up and completely annoyed. Ah there was that old McKay he knew so well, creeping back out again.

"At least you don't have to walk!" Beckett called up with a laugh as he reached up, pulling himself into the shaft, with the help of McKay clutching at his arms, helping him hoist.

"FUNNY!" Rodney snapped, both men having no idea that if they had just waited a moment or two longer, that help was in fact on its way.

Inching their way down the sector's main corridor, Sheppard and his men swept the hall, guns poised, looking about for any sign of the doctors. Ford, who was holding onto another tracker device, lifted it up making sure they were still on track when he viewed what looked like their four persons, and to his great surprise a now empty side room, coming up along the hall.

"Ah Sir, they're ah, gone." Ford said suddenly, after he composed himself. Sheppard stopped dead in his tracks turning towards the lieutenant with a confused expression.

"Gone?!" The Major shot behind him, looking over Ford's shoulder as he waved his two other men to stop and keep a point watch.

Ford nodded, pointing to the tracker screen. "See, here we are, there's the room, right up that way----" He motioned down dark corridor. "---and there's, well, nobody in it." Ford finished looking to Sheppard as if the man would have some sort of explanation, finding him just as bewildered as he was.

Sheppard looked at the screen, for some reason then counting the blips considering the fact that they both might be mistaken, but Ford was right, and he didn't miscount. There were only four instead of six. Hastily grabbing his radio, the Major sent out a call.

"Dr. Weir? We've got a problem, looks like our boys has flown the coop. Or the closet. Whichever you prefer, please advise. Over"

Sheppard was met with nothing but the buzzing radio static. He gave a confused glance to Ford before smacking the walkie-talkie a few times with his palm then clicking back again. "Repeat. This is Sheppard. Dr. Weir, the docs have gone MIA, please advise. Over." When Sheppard received nothing but hissing waves of static, he cursed under his breath, gripping the radio tightly in his hand.

"They did say the com-channels were being disrupted by whatever's down there." Ford said when his commanding officer looked ready to toss the walkie-talkie across the room at that wall. "We must of slipped passed the field somewhere back down the hall."

"Fantastic." Sheppard grumbled, clipping the radio back on his belt as he took up his gun once more. "Alright gentlemen. We'll continue on, see if we can't pick up their signal on the way, they couldn't of gotten too far." John looked down the dimly lit corridor, feeling as if he was about to step into one of those corny horror movies he liked to scare the Athosian kids with at night. He knew people bought it real easy in those stupid things. Pushing down any unease he had, Sheppard led them on, slipping down the hall and deeper into the flickering light. He thought then, as they descended into the unknown, if he was going to die like in those old movies, he wasn't going out without a damn good fight.

McKay and Beckett had made their way through the narrow shaft at a slow, tedious pace. The shaft affording them little room to maneuver and causing both men to crawl, hands and knees alone the grimy inside of the shaft. All the while, Carson got the distinct feeling that something, was sitting in the pitch darkness, watching them. Neither one wanting to admit that they had heard, on several occasions as they crawled through the shaft, distant noises, sounding like the patter of small feet. Like several hundred mice rustling in a box, at some points up ahead of them, at other times, right with them.

"What do you think this is?" Beckett whispered as he followed behind McKay, his eyes slowly getting adjusted to the black that was now, seeming to grow lighter as they moved toward a the strange blue glow that Rodney had spoken of earlier.

McKay feeling that his back might never strengthen out properly again after this, shuffled along, actually thankful to hear that Carson was still close behind him, the question giving him something else to think about other then those strange, deeply frightening noises. "Maybe an old aqueduct, used when the city was submerged under the ocean, though from the feel of it, I'd say it hasn't been in use in a very, very, long time."

"You think something might have blocked it up?" Beckett asked, not wanting to hear the answer in all truth.

"It's possible." Admitted McKay followed by an upset snarl. "God! This thing is so gross. It's like, crawling through…"

"A thousand year old sewer drain?" Carson quipped lightly, trying not to think about all the grime and who knew what else was clinging to him.

"Well, yeah." McKay slowed his pace coming up on what looked like a small tear in the shaft, issuing forth a brilliant pale blue light. He slid himself up to it, rolling on into a sitting position, legs bent under him, forcing his head and neck to hunch forward with the lack of room. He peered down into what he was now sure was a punctured hole, the light tricking out, illuminating his face and the cramped tunnel around them.

Carson came up behind him, now being able to see the shaft clearly. Noticing that a few feet up ahead from where Rodney stopped, the shaft opened up and branched off into several diagonal directions, including straight on vertically and crossed by another horizontal shaft, almost making the shape of an asterisk.

"What do you see?" Beckett asked, moving up more, trying to get closer to the light for the looming darkness behind him warranted more unease then it should have, he could have even swore he heard something stirring around back there.

McKay squinted, the light coming from the room below was so intense that it took his eye a while to adjust from the sudden shift of the darkness in the tunnel. "It---I think I see a table, well, at least the edge of one. I can't really make anything else out----damn if I could only widen this---" Rodney hissed, prying at the torn metal, trying to roll it back to no avail, He ran his dirt crusted fingers along the shaft feeling something he prayed he never would have again. With a few gruff pushes and a loud metal creak, a section of the shaft gave way, tumbling downwards and washing the tunnel in blinding blue light, making both men shield their eyes for a moment.

Carson clapped a hand on McKay's back in admiration, commending him. "You're stronger then you look McKay." He mused ready to follow Rodney down into the room, glad to finally be someplace new.

"Not quite." The smile and excitement was not returned by the physicist who looked down into the room below and then back up to Beckett. "I knew it would give way."

Beckett stared at him, unsure what he was getting at.

Dropping a hand on his leg, making a loud smacking sound which echoed dully beyond them, startling something enough to make it thump briefly in a direction neither man could locate, though both stared into the darkness beyond the hole, waiting, listening.

Beckett nearly jumped out of his skin when Rodney turned back speaking abruptly.

"I ah----didn't mention this when I saw it, mainly because I thought it was absurd, I mean--" McKay chuckled anxiously, though his laughter faded when he saw the completely un-amused looked on Beckett's face, almost saying 'failed to mention what?'. Rodney sobered and cleared his throat.

"The hole behind the ceiling panel, well, it looked, chewed."

"Chewed?" Beckett repeated hastily, glancing down to the newly made gap that McKay had created. "You mean---as was this one?" He was replied by a brief nod from the physicist who realized now he probably should have mention it in the first place. "I—I thought it was silly, I mean what could chew through metal like that, right?----right?" McKay trailed off, seeing Carson grow angry.

"Can we please, get out of this ruddy tunnel now?" Beckett urged, exasperated, ready to send the physicist sailing to the ground much like the ceiling panel. McKay hesitated no more, shifting round as to stick his legs through the tight tear, nearly losing the hold in his arm muscles as he lowered himself down. Unable to hold any longer he began to drop, thankfully Carson reacted quickly, grabbing McKay by the arms and lowed him down enough that the physicist was able to drop, landing on his haunches.

Beckett dropped down a few minutes later, nearly tumbling backwards when he landed on the hard metal floor. Standing, the doctor began to wipe off the grime from the shaft from his clothing when he took notice to the room they had entered.

McKay whistled aloud, slowly walking away from Beckett as he took in the sight before him. It seemed this room housed, what looked to him, like some sort of large machine, crafted from a dark dull metal. The thing was large enough to take up most of the room and from what Rodney could see, having fallen in front of it, this machine ran into the very walls deeper then he could even imagine.

Containing himself no longer, curiosity got the better of him as McKay walked up to the machine, hesitantly laying a hand on the largest part of it, a rectangular box, edges rounded, flickering with lights and carved with strange symbols, long and twisted wires running all over the place.

"It's warm." He said, running his fingers over the thing's casing, quickly yanking up his hand with a yelp, clutching it protectively with the other. "Really, really warm."

"This whole room is too warm." Commented Beckett, who whipped his brow with the back of his sleeve.

"It must be generating an emence amount of heat, I mean, this room's like a sauna. And look at this, I've never seen anything like it." McKay said excitedly, his burnt hand forgotten, pointing towards the machines most noticeable feature. From either side of the large box branched two enormous glass tubes, churning with cloudy blue liquid. Staring into the left tube, Rodney followed what appeared to be a current, through the main of the machine, then out through the right tube.

"A generator." He whispered to himself, though loud enough for Beckett to hear, causing the doctor to turn away from something he himself had been staring at for some time.

"Yes!" McKay replied to himself, wide eyed and amazed, placing a hand on the glowing right glass tube, which remained cooler to the touch. "Whatever this---liquid is, must be processed by this---and then sent out to, well who knows were." He explained to himself softly, moving around the generator, McKay ducked under the right tube, looking over the back of the machine.

Beckett in the meantime, though greatly intrigued about what McKay was babbling about was more concerned over the fact that the only door exiting the room, to what Carson was hoping to be the main corridor to the sector, was undeniable blocked. It seemed that part of the ceiling had been badly damaged and had sometime ago, dropped a giant chunk of itself right on the door, leaving only about four feet at the top, clear. There was no chance he could ever move all the metal debris, even with Rodney's help.

"This is AMAZING!" Called McKay with a goofy grin as he popped up from behind the generator. He stared at Beckett for some sort of compliance to this great discovery when Carson instead looked back hopelessly and depressed. Rodney shifted his gaze beyond the doctor, finally taking in the fact that the room was inescapable. His smile faded and his hands dropped to his side.

"Well that's great." His excitement washed away as quickly as it came, as he wondered now about the other shafts that branched off from the main they crawled through. He really didn't want to go back in there, and besides with a glance up he didn't think they could reach it, unless maybe they climbed up on the generator.

Looking like he was about ready to sit, Beckett turned his back to him, walking towards the pile of heaped metal, wondering if perhaps he could slide small amount of door that he could get to. Anything to get them out of the room, which happed to be getting hotter by the minute. It seemed much worse then that of the cramped up bathroom as the machine behind him pumped, radiating the room with sweltering warmth.

McKay, downhearted by the door, heard a small pop, and a tiny spark of electricity drawing his attention back to the generator. He noticed that part of the machine's hull had been damaged by the crumbling ceiling. Something had fallen on the generator at some point and torn a hole in the metal, severing several of the wires underneath.

Rodney gingerly pulled at one of the broken wires that was sparking with its broken connection. Suddenly the generator made a large thudding sound, vibrating the floor beneath their feet and promptly shut down, the liquid in the tubes stopped churning as the glow started to fade. He took a moment, while he could still see and placed the wires touching each other once more. There was another spark, singeing his fingers slightly and sending the generator whirling back to life.

"Interesting." McKay nodded, biting on his lower lip as he pulled a stick of gum from his pocket and popped it in his mouth, chewing roughly, mouth slightly open, something he did when concentrating. "Very, interesting." From behind him Rodney heard what sounded like the scuttling of small feet, rustling through the fallen ceiling bits and other strange things that littered the room.

McKay spun round, mouth open in mid-chew as he glanced around wide-eyed.

Beckett who had been thinking up a possible escape route, had at first turned back to Rodney when the room went dark, thinking something terrible had happened as he too heard something scamper across the room.

A few moments of tense silence had both men looking to one another for explanation when again they heard movement, this time to McKay's left as something ran under the table. Nearly leaping up on the generator, Rodney looked around frantically,

There was another sound from behind him, making him turn back, then one to the right, and left and above him. McKay clutched at the generator, remembering the heat before he charred himself as Beckett slowly moved towards the table, standing on the opposite side. Carson bent down slowly to look underneath the machine to where it sat on the ground. Being awkwardly built, the generator had large dark absences between parts of it and the floor. To his complete shock, he swore he saw a pair of eyes, jerk open in one of the shadowed spaces, glowing dimly red, and staring right back at him

"C—Carson---" McKay whispered softly, stiffening up as something brushed by his leg, sending a sharp shiver up his spine, freezing him where he stood.

Beckett, ignoring the man, and still bent over, trying not to make any sudden movements as he began to back up. Ever so slowly, keeping gaze with the thing watching his every move, when he heard a low growl, emanating from the shadow. Before he had time to stand up, to say a single word, a large, black shape flew from the space hitting Beckett directly in the chest, clawing up him and wrapping around his face. Both the black blur and the doctor fell backwards, crashing to the ground as McKay watched in horror, when abruptly something in the generator blew, sparking violently, making him cry out.

The room in moments was cast in a smothering darkness, which made McKay lose sight of the wires he needed to get the thing going again. Rodney could hear beyond the machine, somewhere in the blackness, Carson struggling with whatever was on him, his hysterical shouts muffled.

McKay frantically felt for the tear in the hull of the generator, searching for the wires even if they would shock the hell out of him to get them back together. He fumbled for the loose wire when unexpectedly he felt something leap onto his back, tiny clawed hands digging into his shoulders through his shirt as teeth slowly sunk their into the flesh of his neck.