I know the idea of a New Bet (Hotaru Tomoe rescued by another Anime character) went no where, but I had this little gem sitting around. Such a fuku'd up idea deserves to be flung upon the unsuspecting masses.

Disclaimer: The Bet and Toltiir both are concepts created by Gregg Sharp. Hotaru Tomoe is a creation of Naoko Takeuchi. I own the rights to neither Neon Genesis Evangelion, nor Pretty Soldier Sailor Moon. I neither intend to demean the aforementioned works, nor threaten the creators' livelihood.

Chalangel - by Daniel Gibson

Author's Note: The characters are OOC from their canonical series, but they've have years to work on each other.

C&C, MSTs are welcome

. . . Rei Ayanami heard the voices as she regained consciousness.

. . . "How is she?" came the Commanders voice, gruff but concerned.

. . . We all know what is coming, she thought, keeping silent so she could listen, always listen, He does not dare show that he cares, except to the 1st Children.

. . . "She'll heal," female voice, amused, her friend, "I'll see to that."

. . . "The Angels have been spotted, I'll need you both," the Commander told them, "And yes, Rei, I know you're listening."

. . . I can practically see their smiles at that, she thought as she crafted a smile her friend had taught her, I do not see how it can be 'efficient', it is ambiguous in meaning.

. . . "Are you prepared to go out alone? The 3rd Children will be arriving shortly, we may need to delay the Angel."

. . . I need not see her worry, Rei thought as she took her sister-in-all-but-blood's hand.

. . . "Commander . . . I - "

. . . "I said delay not destroy," the Commander said warmly, with a touch of his characteristic sharpness.

. . . "Yes, Commander, that I can do," the voice said, relieved, "Who did you send?"

. . . "Katsuragi Misato."

. . . I can feel her cringe, Rei thought as she opened her eyes, and shut them as the brightness launch into her brain, sending streamers of pain through it, It matches my own.

. . . "Maya might have been a better choice," her friend chided the Commander, "Drunk, Maya's a better driver than the Captain is sober."

. . . "Maya had more important duties."

. . . "Yes, Commander."

. . . Rei heard the footsteps receding.

. . . "Ayanami-san."

. . . She always begins her lectures with 'Ayanami-san', Rei thought.

. . . "Why do you keep doing this?"

. . . "Because it gives you purpose," Rei replied without deceit. Since the EVAs and their development, you would be shunted to the sidelines, Rei thought, After all you have done, that is not correct. Besides, I had little choice.

. . . "You rest, they'll be calling you soon."

. . . "Please." Rei knew she rarely used that word. "Please tell Makoto-san, my injuries were not her fault. Had I been more attentive . . . "

. . . "Mako-chan needs to remember that regular people are a lot more fragile than she is," the voice told her gently.

. . . Rei felt the kiss on her forehead.

. . . "Get some sleep," she was told, "They'll be calling for you in a hour or so."

. . . "Two hours?" she asked, replaying an old joke.

. . . "Okay, I think I can managed to keep it occupied for two hours. Then we can go swimming, the lake will be warm."

. . . Rei nodded, despite how much it hurt to do so. She let her mind relax, let darkness wrap itself around her and sleep take her. They have come, this time there will be no more deaths.

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. . . The room's dark, she thought, Which neither surprises nor hinders me. The door closed behind her, as the guard locked it. The darkness was total, but she'd walked this path many times. The smells of the place still confused her, but she continued. No time like the present, she thought. "Mako-chan, Mako-chan, Rei will be fine." She didn't expect an answer, she didn't get one, so she continued, "She understands and doesn't blame you for anything."

. . . Change the subject! she told herself, She probably feels badly enough as it is, something happier.

. . . "She tried one of your recipes, made cookies for the whole command staff. They were a little funny looking . . . you know Rei." She took a Rei-like pose, not too difficult for her, " 'The taste is the important thing', and they were delicious."

. . . Only the constant sound of heavy machinery and the drop of liquid broke the silence. So I'll break it myself, she thought with a trace of irony. "The Angels have returned," she said, "You must have sensed them already, that's why . . . you lost control with Rei-chan. Just because she's quiet, that doesn't mean she doesn't care the way you do, the way the others . . . did. She just wants to do it right, she knows that after Second Impact, we can't afford the casualties and property damage that used to be part of the battles you fought when you were her age. You both want to end a battle quickly, she just doesn't want anybody hurt . . . like what you said in Antarctica. Just give her a chance, and I'll sure you'll be fast friends."

. . . She paused, wondering whether to add this, knowing Makoto's tendencies. "We're getting another pilot, the commander's own son." I can practically hear her drooling, she thought, "I think he's going to be Yui's pilot. Don't sulk, please, we'll need you." She smiled, listened, silence. "I've got to go and do my job. Don't sulk, I'll leave some of the monster for you and Rei." She turned and left.

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. . . Shinji Ikari was not impressed. Great, I get stuck with this oversexed weirdo, yeah, she'd pretty, but she can't drive, he thought as grabbed on to something in the car and noted Misato's disappointment that it wasn't her, Maybe she drives this way on purpose, and what's with that attitude, what is she, twelve? He sighed and centered himself. If this is my dad's secretary, well she'd have to be, I know he doesn't employ her for her brain. What other kind of weirdos has he surrounded himself with? If he dragged me out here, for something stupid and selfish, I'm really going to be depressed. He stared out the window at the U.N. forces battling the angel that had tried to step on him.

. . . "Uh, Misato-san, why did all the planes scatter like that?" he asked.

. . . "An S2 mine!" Misato shrieked and drove off the road, this time on purpose. She drove the car into a ditch and released her seatbelt.

. . . "What's goin- !?" His question was smothered as Misato threw herself on top of him. I know guys who'd want to do this, but she stinks like brewery! A chili brewery! he thought as the earth moved for both of them, as the car flipped end over end. She likes it really rough! Shinji thought worriedly.

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. . . Gendo stared at the screen, temporarily blanked due to the effect of the blast. Below him, on their level, the generals were celebrating. He waited.

. . . "We have her on a side-band Commander," Maya supplied.

. . . "Patch her through to the main screen," he ordered.

. . . The picture was shaky and grainy. Considering it is being shot through a handheld camera, he thought with a touch of pride, It's not bad.

. . . The image showed the creature, badly injured, but basically intact. Below him, the general's speculated and exclaimed, their best attack had only scratched the surface.

. . . "Commander," came the voice from the remote location, "I can hit it again, but that might endanger Tokyo-3."

. . . The Commander smiled, and hid it instantly. She plays her role well, he thought as he stood up and looked down, both literally and figuratively, at the generals. "Gentlemen?" he asked, as they absorbed the sheer size of the blast crater.

. . . "Very well, Ikari," the lead general said, "We leave it in your hands." The sank out of sight, and out of his plans.

. . . "Very well, Hotaru, return to base. Captain Katsuragi's car should be nearby. Our new pilot might like to see a friendly face."

. . . "Yes, Commander." The transmission ended.

. . . "Commander Fuyutsuki," he said as he stood, "Please take care of this." He walked out of the command center. I should make my report to them, he thought with a streak of real malice.