They later told us that just after we rematerialized there was a city-wide power failure. They didn't tell me exactly why, but I guessed that it was a result of whatever happened the night before. But at that time we had no idea what was going on, only that the doors to the chamber wouldn't open and we were stuck inside it. I stepped in front of the door, but it didn't work. I tried to open it manually, but it didn't work. I slam a fist into the door and growl in frustration. "What's going on?" I ask Logan.

"How should I know? I'm on the bio staff, not a Techie." He snarked.

"Geeze what's got your boxers in a twist?" I ask, trying to think about something else other than I was stuck inside an enclosed space with a very attractive person. But that same attractive person of the male species was the very same person who I'm currently slightly pissed off at.

Logan just sighs and runs a hand through his already mussed hair. "Sorry," he apologized. "I haven't gotten a lot of sleep lately."

"Haven't heard that excuse in awhile." I snark. Hey, if he can do it then so can I. We're silent for a bit and then I say, "How do we get out of here?" I ask.

"I have no idea."

"Great. That's just great." I think. I sit down on the floor, we might be here for awhile, and lean my head against the wall. I look at my watch and see that only five minutes have passed. Feels like longer. Logan sits down beside me and the awkward silence continues. Ten more minutes pass when it suddenly hits me and almost smack my head against the wall for not thinking of it sooner. Duh, how could I be so dumb? I snap my fingers and say, "Headset."

"Huh?" Logan asks, looking at me.

"Headsets. We can use our headsets to let them know that we're stuck in here." I move my hand to activate mine but it only envelops air. "Damn it." I curse. "I must have left mine in my quarters. What about you?"

"Have mine. Never take it off."

"Well yea, that's because I actually sleep." I snap.

"Whatever." Logan says, reaching for his. "Dr. Weir?" He says. "Dr. McKay?" He says a few seconds later. "Hello? Can anyone hear me?" He pauses then repeats it.

I gently bang my head against the wall and softly groan. God, we're gonna be stuck in here forever.

But before I can full out panic Logan smiles and says, "Dr. Beckett? Sorry, Carson, force of habit. What happened? Uh-huh. Can you raise Dr. McKay and have him call me? Thanks." Logan looks at me and says, "That was Carson. Since I couldn't raise McKay I asked Carson to call him and have McKay then call me. He has no idea what happened." I nod my head and before I can reply Logan holds up a hand and says, "We're fine, all in one piece. Max and me. Where are we? We're stuck inside a transporter chamber on the southwest part of the city, that's what. No I don't know the exact part, can't you find it using the radio signal? I'm stuck in a transporter, how am I to know that it's down?" He rolls his eyes and I stifle a laugh. He must be talking to McKay. "Uh-huh, really? How long? Really? That long? Well excuse me. If I could I would. Thanks anyway." Looking at me, he says, "Something happened with the ZPM and naquada generators that affected everything city-wide."

"How long until they get us out?" I ask, almost dreading the answer.

"He doesn't know. They're working as fast as they can, but it's gonna be awhile."

Ok, nothing to worry about. You're stuck inside a small area with a really cute guy. Most girls would kill to be in this kind of predicament. If that's true then why do I feel slightly panicked at the thought of me and Logan stuck in here for hours on end? Oh, yea now I remember; I'm claustrophobic! Chill Max, you gotta relax. You can beat this, just take nice slow deep breaths, close your eyes and think nice wide open spaces. I do just that; I close my eyes and think of wide open fields, ballparks, the beach on a nice warm day and slowly breathe in and out. That works for about a half hour (I think) and then I slowly feel the walls start to press in. This is getting to be too much. It's getting harder for me to stay calm; I want to get out of here NOW! Argh!

"Max, you ok?" Logan asks, grabbing my shoulders and looking at me.

I realize that I must have spoken the last part out loud and that's why he's suddenly concerned about me. Yea, let's go with that brand of logic. "Sorry," I say calming down a bit. "I'm claustrophobic."

"Oh, this must be hell for you."

"A bit."

"Well, I just finished talking to Rodney and he says that it's still gonna be awhile since people are trapped all over the city and right now we're still pretty low on the priority list."

Great, this day just keeps getting better and better. I groan and lower my head into my arms (which are bridged over my knees). This slightly helps, but I'm still getting that trapped feeling. I realize that there's a tightness in my chest and it's getting hard to breathe. Ok, this isn't good. I thought I had taken my Advair this morning, but in all the hustle and bustle I guess I forgot to.

"Anything I can do to help?" I hear Logan ask.

I shake my head and stand. I then reach back for my inhaler but my jean pocket is smooth. Slightly panicked, I feel my other pocket. It's smooth as well. Shit, I don't have it. This is defiantly not good.

"What are you looking for?" Logan asks.

"My inhaler." I simply say. The less I have to say the better.

Logan looks at me for a moment and then it finally dawns on him. "Oh." He says, "I guess that this went from bad to worse."

"Yup."

"I'm calling Carson."

"Don't."

"Why? He needs to know." I can't come up with a better point so I just glare at Logan while he activates his headset and says, "Carson? Yea it's Logan. I'm fine, however Max isn't. No, nothing like that. It's just that she's claustrophobic and has asthma on top of that and well…yea she doesn't have it." Pausing for a second, he asks me, "Where is it?"

"My room."

"Her quarters. Where?"

"Bedroom. Nightstand."

"Her bedroom on the nightstand. She's fine at the moment, just a little panicked and all. No I don't know exactly where we are, well other than on the southwest side of the city. That's what I told him, but he claims that it's down. Uh-huh, will do." Logan then looks at me and says, "Carson's sending someone over to your quarters to get it and then when we get out he'll be waiting. He also said to try and calm down and don't move around a lot."

I snort at the last comment. "I can do the latter but the former is easier said than done."

Logan shrugs and says, "Don't shoot the messenger."

"Whatever." I say sitting down. I look at my watch again and see that it's been an hour and a half since we first got stuck. God, I'm never gonna live through this. Logan joins me on the floor and we sit there for awhile not talking. Then I can't take it anymore, let out a frustrated growl, get up, and start pacing.

"That's not gonna help any." Logan says, his eyes closed. How he can stay so calm is beyond me.

"Shut up." I snap.

"Can't you just relax?"

"No, I want to get out of here NOW!" I yell and pound on the wall, hoping that someone's on the other side of the door and they can hear it and let them know that there are people trapped. But nothing like that happens.

"Why don't you just sit down and we can talk." Logan says, opening his eyes and following me as I continue to pace back and forth.

"No."

"Why? I wouldn't think that what you're doing could help any, it just reminds you how small the space is."

I stop and think for a moment. He's right, this isn't helping. "Fine, but don't expect me to get all 'Ya-Ya Sisterhood' on you."

"Fair enough." He says as I sit down with ten inches between us. Sitting doesn't really help the tightness in my chest, which has gotten slightly worse, but it's slightly better than walking back and forth. "So," Logan says, looking at me. "where'd you grow up?"

"Born in Chicago but moved to Springs the summer of my freshman year of high school. Stay in Seattle all your life?"

"Yup, although I went to Yale for college. I have a cousin who lives in Virginia so I wasn't quite by myself."

"You know your name is really familiar but I haven't been able to place it."

Logan smiles at that and says, "Yea, that happens to a lot of people. You know the government satellites with GPS and all that?" I nod my head and he continues, "Well they need a tiny chip to work and my family owns all the factories that make that chip."

"Ah, so that explains it."

"Yup."

I open my mouth to ask another question but Logan holds up his head and says, "Yea we're still here. You did? That's good, how long? Still? I know that." He rolls his eyes and I smile. He must be talking to Rodney. There's a pause then Logan says, "She's doing fine, I think. Going a little stir crazy here, but she can still talk. Yea she was walking back and forth for a bit but I convinced her to sit down and we've been talking. Rodney tell you where we are? That's good. You do? Ok, hold on." Taking his headset off he hands it to me and says, "Carson wants to talk to you."

I nod and take the headset. "Hey Carson." I say, feeling out of breath.

"How ye doin' lass?"

"A bit winded and the small space is starting to get to me, but other than that ok considering."

"Jus' try to relax. I've got your inhaler and Rodney's managed to locate where ye two are, I'm on me way with it. Once you're out do ya think ye can make it ta the infirmary under ye own steam?"

"Don't know, maybe. You know how much longer we're gonna be stuck here?"

"Sorry lass that's Rodney's department, not mine."

"That's all right."

"Can I talk to Logan again?"

"Sure, here he is." I then take off the headset and hand it back to Logan. He takes it and puts it back on. "I think I can do that. Yes I'm sure. Alright."

"Did Rodney tell you when we're gonna get out of here?" I ask, unzipping the top of my fleece sweatshirt. It had been chilly so I had slipped it on and was comfortable until we got stuck in here. Now it was getting a little too warm for comfort. I'm just glad I have an undershirt under the fleece so I can take it off if it gets to hot. But I hope that it wouldn't come to that.

"Still the same estimate as before. And that was after he made a comment about how he wasn't superman." Logan said rolling his eyes. "Like anyone was thinking that."

I smile and laugh softly. I glance at my watch and see that we've been in here two hours. Gah, when are we gonna get out of here? I sigh and close my eyes. It feels like we've been in here forever.

"Max, why don't you tell me about your family? I think I heard that you had a brother and sister." I hear Logan say. I know what he's doing, trying to get my mind off of being stuck in a small space and having trouble breathing. That must be what Carson wanted Logan to do; that's sweet, they're actually concerned about me. Now if they started to trust me then we'll be like one big dysfunctional, crazy, wacky, family. "Yea, I'm the oldest of three, my brother Hugh is next and my sister Tori is the baby."

"What do they do?"

"Hugh's studying to be a pilot and Tori just started college last year."

"What's she studying?"

"Criminal Justice."

"What does she want to work in?"

"At first it was FBI, but now she's thinking about NIS or DEA. What about you? What does your cousin out near D.C. do?"

"He works for NCIS out in Virginia."

"What's his name?"

"Anthony DiNozzo."

We go back and forth like that for awhile. It sort of helps take my mind off of being trapped but not completely. I can't stay still; I'm tapping my foot or toes or drumming my hand softly against the floor. Logan must notice my anxiety but doesn't say anything about it. However, I do learn a lot about Logan; only child, parents died in an accident when he was young, was raised by his aunt and uncle in Seattle (who he hates with a passion). Was captivated by computers and didn't want to go into the family business.

"So what about your family? We've basically covered mine." Logan asks me.

I open my mouth to reply, but find that I'm too winded to talk. I just shake my head.

Logan gives me a concerned look and asks, "Getting worse?"

I nod my head to show my agreement.

He activates his headset and says, "Carson you there? It's Logan. I'm fine but Max isn't; she's getting worse. Yea, she can't talk. Where are you?" There are a few muffled thumps coming from the outside. "Yea we here you."

Oh, so that was Carson. I close my eyes and try to concentrate on breathing and not the feeling that the walls are starting to shrink and that I can hardly take a deep breath. Frustrated and scared, tears start to well in my eyes and I start to cry. Which really doesn't help the breathing issue.

"Uh-huh, hold on a minute Rodney." I hear Logan say and then the sounds of him shifting closer to me. "Max?" he says softly. "Hey, don't cry. Everything's going to be alright. Rodney just told me that Carson told him what's going on and he's working on the problem right now. We're gonna get out of here soon."

But I want out now! I nod my head to show that I understood and Logan moves back and says in a normal tone, "I'm back. How much longer? I know but things aren't getting better. Thank you, was that so hard?" I then hear Logan mutter, "The man is so full of himself." I smile and laugh, which I really shouldn't be doing at the moment. But I can't help it, that was just so funny. I close my eyes again and after what feels like forever I hear the 'swish' of the doors opening and the rush of fresh air coming in. I sigh. Thank Fred.

I hear footsteps coming towards us and then Carson saying, "Here it 'tis, Max."

I open my eyes and see that he's got my inhaler. I take it and convey my thanks with my eyes. I take off the cap while shaking it, then raise it to my mouth and press down. I breathe the medication in and hold my breath while mentally counting to ten. I then exhale and then repeat the process. After exhaling for the last time, I feel that much better. The tightness has eased up and to get rid of the rest I just have to wait five more minutes and then take more. "Thanks." I whisper out to Carson.

"You're welcome lass. Jus' make sure next time you have it with ye." I nod my understanding. "I want ye to come down ta the infirmary. Can you walk?" he asks.

I nod. Logan holds out a hand to help me up and this time I take it. But when I get up, I suddenly feel dizzy and my knees buckle. Logan still has somewhat of a hold on me so he catches me and lowers me slowly to the floor. "I think that's a no." he says.

"I'll call for a wheelchair." Carson says, reaching up to activate his headset.

"You don't have to, I'll carry her." Logan says, helping me up slowly this time. Before I can protest though, he takes my legs and "sweeps" me into his arms.

"If you're sure." Carson says a hint of amusement in his voice.

"No problem."

"You'll get no protest from me." I think.

"Ok." Logan shifts me around a bit, to get a better hold on me, and the three of us head down the hallway.

A/N: Sorry, I just had to make that Michael Weatherly joke. I really do have asthma and I have to say it sucks. You always have to remember to take your meds and if you have an attack it feels like breathing through water. I have a ship! Apparently one of my readers thinks that Max and another person make a good couple. I feel so special. Really, I do. And I guess that they've (finally) picked a name for Lorne so now I have to fit that name into my story. Which shouldn't be to hard, but I'm going to continue to call him Marc. I feel that that's a better name for him than what they picked. Enough of my ramblings, time for the disclaimers; Logan belongs to James Cameron, I own Max, and all cannon characters belong to Cooper/Wright. Press the little blue button and tell me what you thought of this chapter.