It was just too tempting to leave this chapter hanging at the end. So that's how it is. I've also decided to post this early, seeing how you've all been so good to me with the reviews.

Anyway, there are two more chapters after this (unless something happens and I decide to change how it ends, you never know).

Chapter Eight: Angry Mobs and Poutine

Major Lorne's team emerged from the gate on Dolosus looking like four aliens in blue space suits. They were dressed in biohazard suits so that another 'accident" would not occur. All of them carried wraith stunners. The current residents of Atlantis were past trusting these people and treating them with common courtesy, things needed to be done. Major Lorne planned on stunning a few Dolosians, taking a sample of their blood and returning to Atlantis without any problem. Of course it was highly doubtful the situation would play out like that.

They had arrived in the middle of the night, using the darkness to cover their arrival. Silently they made their way cautiously to Philo and Vivana's house, as it was the closest to the Stargate. Lorne motioned for Lt Greene to peek around the door and give an all clear.

The woman nodded and stepped inside the empty room. With wary brown eyes she looked up the staircase that led to the sleeping quarters. She and Lorne stealthily made it up the stairs while the other two marines searched through the ground floor.

Lorne got an "All clear," from the men downstairs; he and Lt Greene did not find anyone upstairs either. "Where the hell did they go?" he said.

Greene tried to shrug her shoulders, but the gesture was lost in the massive suit. "Are you getting anything on the life-signs detector?"

Pulling the apparatus out Lorne glanced over it. It seemed there was a collection of red dots some ways away from the house, but getting closer. He swore. "We've got an angry mob headed our way, they must have had someone watching the gate."

The two ran down the stairs and met the rest of the team outside of the house. What Lorne saw approaching seemed be a scene right out of a B horror film. The Dolosians were armed with pitchforks and awkward looking rifles, all the signs of an angry mob minus the torches.

Running as fast as they could towards the Stargate was difficult with the biohazard suits on and the crowd was catching up. Lorne felt hands grab at him and he spun around firing the stunner at the group. The rest of the team followed suit, but the effort was wasted. About ten people had fallen, but there were still thirty more surrounding them. Roughly the mob pulled the suits off the team.

Lorne was lashing out trying to fight his way out of the stifling press of bodies. He felt his hand come into contact with someone's nose and his knee came up into someone's gut. Someone tried to hit him with the butt of their rifle, but missed and hit someone next to him instead. Trying to twist out of the grasp of another attacker Lorne fell to the ground and was subjected to a variety of kicks. He curled into a fetal position hoping less damage would be done that way.

The sound of several P-90's firing stopped the mob dead. They looked up at an active Stargate surrounded by Atlantis personnel. Someone spat on Lorne and gave him one last kick before turning with the rest of the group and leaving as quickly as they had come.

"What took you so long!" The Major tried to get to his feet but found he lacked the strength.

Greene came over and helped him up. He noticed she was still in her biohazard suit. She must have made it back to the Stargate and called in the cavalry. "Major, you look like…"

"You don't have to say it. I know very well how I probably look because every inch of my body is telling me they hate me right now. And honestly I hate them right back." He spit some blood out of his mouth.

Supporting him she helped him back to the gate. The reinforcements that had arrived were drawing blood from the stunned Dolosians that had been left by the rest. At least they had gotten the samples.

Major Lorne and the two marines that had been accosted by the mob were added to the quarantined section. Katie gasped when she saw the condition they were in.

"Looks like an ape got the better of you," slurred Rodney from his bed. He looked around, "Oh wait, Ronon is asleep right now. Must have been something other than an ape."

The Major was holding an icepack over his eye with the arm that was not in a sling and plaster cast. His good eye looked questioningly at Katie.

"He's been rather entertaining," she explained. "I've gotten to know him more today than when we've had a date." Sighing she looked over at Carson, who due to septic shock had slipped into a coma. "We were almost enjoying his singing, it was keeping Dr Beckett's mind off of how terrible he felt."

The pain medication that had been given Lorne was beginning to kick in and make him sleepy. "Well, we got what we needed even if it were a bit more difficult than I thought it would be."

"Nothing on that planet goes right."

"You hit the nail on the head Dr Brown," agreed the Major before he drifted off in to the welcoming haze of pain killers.

Dr Biro rubbed her tired eyes. She hadn't slept since Colonel Sheppard's team had been brought back from Dolosus. And now she had what she needed to come up with an antidote for the toxin, but she was too tired to work as fast as she needed.

Pulling back from her work bench she realized she needed some coffee, and maybe an injection of B-12. "I'm gonna get some coffee," she said to the rest of people working in her lab. "Anybody else need it?" Nearly every hand went up.

On her way out of the lab the doctor literally ran into a worried looking Elizabeth. She had been coming up with excuses to walk by the infirmary or stop to talk with someone inside.

"Dr Biro," Elizabeth exclaimed as she picked herself up off the floor. She offered a helping hand and pulled the doctor up. "How are things progressing?"

Biro couldn't help but yawn, she covered her mouth and looked sheepishly at Elizabeth. "It's slow going, I was just going to get some coffee for my gaggle of researchers."

"I can do that for you," it would give her a chance to do something other than wander around Atlantis.

Yawning again Biro smiled, "That would awesome. I'm going to pick something up from the infirmary pharmacy really fast and I'll meet you back at the lab."

The two separated. It took Elizabeth only a short time to reach the mess hall. The kitchen staff always had someone on duty, and due to current circumstances nearly the entire staff was there. She approached Sandra Keifer, a Canadian chef that introduced all of Atlantis to poutine and was then promptly scolded by Beckett for allowing such unhealthy food to be handed out. Personally Elizabeth had developed a taste for the gravy and cheese smothered French fries, but she hadn't told Carson.

"Dr Weir, I wasn't expecting to see you here." Sandra smiled.

"I'm on a mission Sandy, and I know you can help." Elizabeth tried to return the smile, but she was too exhausted for it to look convincing enough. "I need enough coffee to keep a medical team wired until we come up with a cure."

"I've got just the thing."

Ten minutes later Elizabeth was triumphantly pushing a cart with two water coolers filled with strong coffee. She hoped it would be enough. When she reached the lab she found it empty. Worried something had happened she rushed to the infirmary.