-1AN: sorry. I'm working on an 'Utena' one-shot right now to get rid of the writer's block for Harry Potter and the new Defense Teacher or Defense Teacher, as I'm calling it.

Now, before I get on with the story, I would like to thank my reviewers from the first two chapters:

For chapter one: anon. dajaje and anon. elfyelfyelfy, Stealth Dragon, jasminesmommy, and Stargate Groupie.

For chapter two: anon. ladybird21, Stealth Dragon, Stargate Groupie, darkangel24700, and to my tenth reviewer, may2002, as well as cat4444 and Ditzyleo

Thank you and keep'em coming.

Mention of The Defiant One

Also, there may be some language in here…

Chapter 3

John stretched as he stood, surveying his work.

The boxes were stacked much like the steps on a pyramid. The base consisted of three boxes and had three more stacked on top of them. The 'stairs' coincided with the shape of the 'ramp' and reached the wall. Surprisingly, there were enough boxes in the room to do it and, to John's disbelief, there was still more left. In fact, if John didn't know any better, he would've sworn that there were more boxes now than when he had first started with.

'Of course, that is a possibility,' he thought. 'This is, after all, Atlantis. You never really know in this place.'

John climbed his 'stair case' to the top. The end was exactly where the floor should have been had it continued through the door. John put his hands on the surface and pushed as hard as he could.

Needless to say, the wall didn't move.

After ten minutes of yelling, hitting, and glaring at the wall, John gave up. There was no way out. John even yelled nonsense words but to no avail.

'Wait a minute. How'd I get in here anyway?' John thought a minute. 'The wall didn't give way until I said, it look like it's just you and me, Atlantis. Or something like that. Maybe if I say that it'll open. Like Aladdin.'

John tried it. Once again, it didn't work. He ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up even more.

"I guess there really is nothing I can do. I guess I just have to wait for someone." Now, he regretted leaving his radio, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.

He sighed and climbed back down. "I guess I wait. What a day," he sighed, sitting down on one of the boxes facing the table and rubbed his neck. "First I get told off by Rodney, then the fact that it's my birthday, this blasted storm, and now I get locked in a room in an unexplored part of the city. Can this get any worse?"

He leaned back against the box behind him and stared at the table. Suddenly, his eyes widened.

"Oh, crap."

"Rodney?"

"What?!"

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," Elizabeth quipped.

"Sorry," Rodney leaned against a wall just outside the Jumper Bay. "I've been trying to track John down. If he's somewhere in the immediate vicinity, laughing at me, I'll kill him. Or better yet, I'll take him out to that Wraith cruiser, then kill him. Or, no, I'll drag him to the party, take him out to the cruiser, then I'll kill him."

"As much as I find this amusing, Rodney," Elizabeth cut in, "we are running out of time. Maybe we should consider calling him."

"Yeah, alright. Just give me a few minutes. I still have to check -"

"Now, Rodney. Call me when you find him. Elizabeth out."

Rodney shook his head. "Alright, John. Where are you hiding? I bet you doubled back to your quarters. That's it!" Rodney hurried down to his friend's quarters, only to find it as empty as he left it. He fought against his rising panic. "Stay calm, Rodney," he said, "there is nothing to get upset about. I'm sure he is fine and just in case, I'll go up to the Control Tower to look for his life signs."

He repeated that mantra and would've believed it, too... if the lights hadn't gone out completely.

Sorry about the delay. I am under pressure here, and I think I've gotten over my block.