The Attack

Spinning on her heels, in a moment of pure self-preservation instinct, she slammed the door to the observation room closed, before she hit the alarm and picked up the phone.

"This is Dr. Fraiser, evacuate and lock down Level 21," it was better to be safe than sorry, and she, for once, didn't have any patients in the infirmary so the staff was minimal, evacuation, right now, was the best option, "and get General Hammond on the phone," she spoke in her most 'that's final' voice and fell silent as the officer patched her through to the General's cell phone.

"Hammond," came the slightly accented voice warily, as though he knew that it would be bad news. Then again, it's not hard to figure out that a call in the middle of the night from the SGC can't be a good thing.

"Sorry to bother you, sir, but… he's loose," she said quietly and matter-of-factly.

"Loose?"

"Yes sir."

"Loose?! … How the hell did he get loose?!" the General's voice quickly became angry.

"I'm not sure. It couldn't have been too long. I evacuated the level."

"All of you get outta there alright?"

"I don't know sir. I've locked myself in the observation room." There was a quiet pause on the line, so she continued talking. "Sir, I've also – " She was cut off by a sudden blaring of the klaxons and she started slightly.

"Sir, someone's coming through the Stargate."

"What? No one's scheduled to come through 'til 0800 tomorrow," there was a short sigh before, "I'm going to let you go doctor; stay where you are, I'll send a team in to tranquilize him."

"Yes sir." She pulled the phone from her ear, hit a button on the phone base so that Hammond would be transferred back to the operator, before hanging up. She leaned back against the table, crossing her arms and listening worriedly to the announcements between the klaxons buzzing. She was concerned about why a team would be coming through now and hoping beyond hope that no one was severely injured.

Generally, when people evacuate, they don't usually evacuate deeper underground. That meant all the nurses that were on tonight were in the levels above her. She was the closest to the Stargate, and the only one on the same level as the infirmary. If anyone was hurt badly, she was the only one who could get anything that didn't come in the med kits that were posted around the base.

It felt like hours—before she heard the thing she really didn't want to hear.

"Medical team to 'Gate Room."

She wanted to go right then, but she forced herself to sit in a chair and wait. The phone ringing a couple minutes later, startled her. She snatched it up.

"Fraiser," she said briskly.

"Doctor," came General Hammond's voice again, "there should be a team of marines at your position in about 5 minutes. They'll take you to the infirmary to get what you need."

"Yes, sir." She hung up, and hesitated. Wondering what type of injury it was, and hoping that she didn't actually have to use any of the large equipment in the infirmary until O'Neill got caught.

The wolf had left the trap a while ago and had been tracking different scents to where ever they led. And every fresh scent he came across, he would get hungrier and hungrier. He wanted the flesh that created the scent. In his mind, he pictured the sweet taste of frightened prey, and he licked his lips.

Suddenly, for the first time since leaving the trap, he smelled a completely fresh scent; the prey had barely walked passed here. He followed the scent carefully.

It led right into another wall. He sniffed around the edge of the wall for a second, this wasn't like the trap though. There was a small gap between where the ground was and where the wall began and he could smell that the scent continued inside. He dug at the ground with one paw a few times and feeling no give, he knew that he would not be able to get in that way.

Rocking back on his hind legs, he pressed his front paws against the door and started to sniff it curiously. Perhaps this was like the moving wall that had trapped him? He nosed around, but the only strong scents he could smell was on a round knob that he couldn't figure out how to work.

Suddenly, his ear swivelled and he turned toward a noise coming from the end of the hall; just before a group of prey came around the corner. Standing on all four paws, he faced them. His hackles rising as he drew back his lips, baring his teeth. He growled loudly, and then flared his nose to scent if there was any reaction.

The group of prey stopped and two of them raised something that they held in their hand up to their faces. Instinct screamed at him that those things they held were dangerous and he leapt to the side just as they shot one off and something small flew passed him, hitting the ground with a chink. The sound distracted him for an instant, but he managed to avoid getting hit by another shot, barely.

Just then the door that he had been investigating opened and within a split second, he had lunged at her. His jaw about to close around the defenceless prey leg, when a sharp pain stabbed through his side. Distracted, the prey pulled its leg away, his tooth scraping it, before he decided retreat was a better option.

He backed away quickly and loped off around a corner as fast as he could. But he didn't stop there; he continued to weave through the hallways until he felt himself loose all of his energy. He grew tired and groggy faster then he thought he would and quite suddenly he found it difficult to focus. He slowed right down to a walk and started to look for a place to curl up and sleep. After a few minutes, he began to feel his legs shake each time he took a step, but he forced himself to stay awake and keep going.

He came across a dark room and turned into it, hoping he'd be able to find a little crevice to crawl into where he would be safe while he slept. Crawling into a small dark area that fit him just perfectly, he curled up into a tight ball and allowed himself to sleep.

Fraiser stared at the cut on her leg in shock. Damn! Damn it! Damn it and shit!

One of the marines walked up to her and offered her a hand up. "Are you alright doctor?"

She took a deep breath. How could she have been so stupid!! Damn it! She took another deep breath—well there was nothing she could do for it now. She took the offered had and stood up. "I'm fine, thank you. Now, what do we need from the infirmary?"