Elijah stared at this angel in front of him.  His gaze went from her beautiful hair, past her steely eyes, to her flushed cheeks, pouty lips and determined chin.  Not stopping there,  he took in the rest of her.  Her rather astounding chest pushed out an unkempt shirt.  He remembered briefly feeling her firm breasts against his chest.  A foggy memory at best, but still enjoyable.  Her well muscled legs rose to the bottom of her shirt with glimpses of some sort of thong appearing and disappearing with delicious regularity.<br/><br/>Unbidden, a thought jumped into his brain.  She's just like Rachael.  A body to die for and a certain bitchiness that made it just a little bit ugly.  Elijah just couldn't figure out where he had gone wrong.  He somehow always felt guilty in these situations.  He realized that he was tired of feeling that way.<br/><br/>"Listen, Kira.  There are a lot of things I could have done.  I could have drowned, and for that I am grateful to you.  I could have ignored you and hoped you went away, but here on this island, that ain't gonna happen.  After I kissed you I could have hated myself, but I knew it wasn't my fault.  I could have forgotten to mention the scorpions.  You probably would have lived, I did.  They're bad, but not like that snake.  I could have lied right now and said, 'Yes, I don't like you.'  But it would have been a lie.  The fact is, that it's just you that doesn't like me."<br/><br/>Elijah paused.  He knew where his brain was leading him and wasn't entirely comfortable with the thought.  But he had been the receiver, the reactor, the supplicant for all his life, and today for some reason after seeing a friend die, he wasn't in the mood for that anymore.<br/><br/>"So you want to find your friend.  You don't like me, but you've realized that perhaps survival in a tropical jungle is not as easy as your Romance novels make you believe.  So I will make you a deal.  I will help you find her and I will help you survive.  But I expect a little something in return.  You will at least pretend that I am not some loathsome creature that you need to run from.  And you will smile."<br/><br/>"If you are agreed that we can attempt to live together in, if not harmony, then civility, then please join me in a simple drink.  If I wanted you poisoned, I would have let the scorpions get you."<br/><br/>Elijah hands Kira the bottle from earlier, minus a small swig.  Elijah takes his own bottle, opens it and raises it in a toast-like fashion towards Kira.