Title: Eli Wallace: Last Man Standing
Author: Elaiel
Warnings: None
Word Count: 415
Rating: PG13
Characters: Eli Wallace, Ronald Greer, Nicholas Rush, Camille Wray and Everett Young
Author's Notes: Written for the stargateland THEME WEEK Day #2 challenge, prompt "21- SGU, Eli Wallace, last man standing" - probably not what the prompt writer intended!
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate, not mine, just borrowing, yada yada yada.

"Oh yeah!" shouted Greer. "Way to go Math boy!"

Eli pumped one fist in the air. Chang picked himself up from the Gateroom floor, stumbling a little on the carpet of purloined mattresses.

"Do we have our final contender?" called Greer in a loud voice.

There was a cheer as Vanessa James stepped up, pillow at the ready. Chloe and Matt laughingly boosted her up on to the mattress built platform.

At the back, Camille, Rush and Young stood leaning against the wall by the door. Young took a deep swallow and offered Rush the flask. Rush looked at it, then helped himself to a deep draught.

"I'm findin' it hard to believe you're letting them do this." He said to Young.

He handed the flask onto Camille who surreptitiously wiped the top with her cuff before knocking back a swig.

"By your reckoning Doctor, we're four days till we drop out of FTL, it does them good to burn off steam." Young said magnanimously.

"It's not like we've got any quantity of entertainment to offer." Noted Camille passing the flask back to Young.

There was hoots and shouts of disappointment from the mattress arena. They looked up to see TJ helping James to her feet and dabbing at a cut on her eyebrow. She was an impressive distance from the platform.

"And our last man standing is Eli Wallace!" yelled Greer, "Surprise winner and Lord of the Pillow."

They watched Eli being hoisted on the shoulders of half the scientists to a chant of "Team Geek! Team Geek! Team Geek!"

"Ah well," said Camille, "It can't always go the way of the Marines."

"Damn well should have." Said Young. "His balance was better though, probably cause half the civilians are doing Yoga with Chloe."

Rush sniggered and stole the flask.

"I'd pay to watch you make the soldiers do Yoga." He swigged a healthy amount of the evil liquor.

"If this is anything to go by, you'll get your wish." Young grabbed back the flask and took a drink himself. "Lord of the Pillow Eli is an embarrassment to the Corps."

"Oh come on," said Camille, taking the flask passed to her, "let Eli have his glory as Last Man Standing." She went to wipe the top, then shrugged and took a mouthful anyway.

"Oh he will, damn right he will, it'll be the humiliation of every airman on this ship tomorrow." Young gave a nasty laugh. "There's nothing like a bit of motivation."