The lights began to flicker and died as Dr. Weir made it to the control room. All of the ancient equipment shut down as the earth computers switched to batteries. It would have been dark but the morning sunlight streamed through the stain glass windows.

"What is going on?"

"I don't know." The young Canadian technician was typing frantically on a pair of laptops. "I starting to run a diagnostic but I really think I we need Drs. Grodin and Mckay. As far has I can tell," the technician looked up confused at Dr. Weir, "the whole system seems to have shorted out."

Dr. Weir activated her radio, "Dr. Mckay, Grodin please report to the Gateroom." No one replied. "Dr. Mckay please, respond." Again nothing, Dr. Weir was being to get a little worried. "Lt. Sheppard, please have marines check out science conference room two. We have lost contact with Drs. Mckay and Grodin, the technicians believe that there has been a short in the system and they need to help repair it."

"I am right on it. We lost contact with the two marines stationed at the door of the conference about the same time as the power when out. I have a feeling the two incidents are related to the fact we can't get a hold of Mckay." Sheppard reported to through the radio after ordering a team of marines to the conference room before heading there himself.

"The first results of the diagnostic are coming up." A blond female woman commented, but gasped after looking at the data streaming across the screen. "Dr. Weir you might want to look at this." Her voice choked. "It looks like there was an explosion in the conference room a few seconds before the black out. I can't tell how much damage was done until we get the sensors up. I am going to have to call some more of the computer science department to help with this." The technician looked to her leader.

"Get anyone you need up here. We need to identify this problem and fix it, fast." Dr. Weir was going to take one more step to ensure the safety of her scientist. "Dr. Beckett."

"Yes luv, what has happened to the power?"

"We believe there was an accident of some sort. The last readings indicated an explosion in the science conference room. All of the science department heads were in that room and we have not been able to reach them. We don't know what the damage situation is, but I want you to send a medical team just in case. We don't know what we will find."

"Aye, lass. I will get right on it."

Sheppard cam on the radio next "Elizabeth we have got a problem."

"I assume you have made it to conference room."

"Um, not exactly. We are at the entrance to the hallway that leads to the conference room. That's as far as we can go, the hallway is choked with debris." He sounds worried, Weir thought. They were all worried but if anyone could get out of a scrape like this it was Dr. Mckay.

Note to self, never put a bunch of board scientists alone in a room. Give them enough time and something will blow up. For example I was once at a science competition. The judging was over so the adults brought us to a fancy fondue restaurant. Big mistake, a bunch of very board teen scientist, boiling hot oil and ice water in our cups. A chemist tossed a sliver of ice into their pot and watched it sizzle, we all found it entertaining. It was only a matter of time until a physicist dumped half a cup of ice water. There was a minor explosion as the water flashed to steam.

"Dr. Bec, you still awake." A hand touched her cheek.

"Yes, I am still here Grodin." Flicking her eyes open, she honestly wishing she could go back to napping, but the fact Dr. Zelenka was laying unconscious across her back and in turn the table pinned him was making that a bit hard. "Any luck with the table?"

"No really. We are still figuring out what injuries everyone has." In the dim reddish light she could see Grodin crouching in above her. "As far as I can tell Mckay and Kavanagh took the brought of the force, but they don't appear to have any shrapnel injuries. I think we sustained a concussion blast."

"But that not the thing we are currently worried about." Mckay spat from his sit in the corner.

"Good to hear your up, Mckay." Bec commented. At least he was awake, maybe she could witness his skill to 'fix anything,' that he was so found of bragging about.

Mckay grumbled back. "I have been up for a while. Anyway our real problem is just beginning. The concussion blast punched a hole into the wall and now one of the under layers of the wall is on fire." To come to think of it Bec realized it was starting to get rather warm and the smell of acrid smoke was filling the room.

Authors note: Thank you so much for the people who reviewed the previous chapter. I hope you enjoy this section as well.