Author's Notes: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I really appreciate the feedback and input. I will continue to include the lyrics in the story as I have. I have tried to insert the lyrics as thought they were a character's thoughts (don't all your innermost thoughts rhyme?) I apologize for those who read this because the "songfic" disclaimer got erased.

Notes on Edward Hyde: I actually considered having Shinji read the R.L. Stevenson book, but tried to use the approach from the original musical. Shinji's alternate self chose in a moment of haste, combining the name of the agent with another word drifting through his mind when Asuka asked him for his name. It is after he gives Asuka this pseudonym that he begins to think of himself by that name and mentally separates himself from Shinji. There is more I want to say to his choice in the name and his personality, but that would be revealing things I was saving for later chapters.

I will say this though, Hyde is not Shinji. They may share a body and some memories, but Hyde is more than just Shinji's buried desires unleashed.

Disclaimer: I do not own Neon Genesis Evangelion or Jekyll and Hyde.

Tokyo 3, Nerv Hospital Ward.

He groaned as he awoke. Blinking to clear his eyes. Great, another unfamiliar ceiling. Shinji tried to sit up, started to feel dizzy, and fell back against the bed. What happened to him. He couldn't remember anything clearly from the night before, nothing before…

The formulae! Had it worked? He didn't feel any different. Maybe he didn't notice the changes. He had no memory of anything after drinking the luminous red liquid.

Well, no tangible memories. Shinji did remember some things, dreams, though they seemed more like nightmares. He was used to having nightmares, but nothing like this. These were dark, violent, more realistic than any dream he had ever had before. And it was not just the images that were disturbing. He could remember smells, textures, tastes. The sweet smell of strawberries. The soft texture of silken hair.

The taste of blood.

He shuddered at the thought of that taste, how disgusting it was every time he climbed into the entry plug of his Eva and it flooded with LCL, but how stimulating it had been to him in the dream.

That was probably the most disturbing part of it all. It wasn't the violence of the dreams, or their realism, it was how much he had enjoyed it.

He shook his head to try and clear it of the flashes of images. They weren't real. He just had to keep telling himself that. It didn't mean anything. It was only a dream, after all.

"Well, I see you're finally awake."

Shinji looked over and saw Doctor Akagi standing in the doorway, clipboard in hand. "We were a little worried when you wouldn't wake up."

Shinji blinked, confused, "What happened? Why am I in the hospital?"

"We're still trying to figure that out," She said, writing something down. "We'll let you know as soon as we know more."

Shinji nodded, still no less confused, but not wanting to argue with the doctor.

She put the pen away and looked at him. "But, as there doesn't seem to be anything physically wrong, you can go home."

"Is Misato here?" he asked.

Sorry, something came up. She had to go in early today. Section Two will drive you back. You should be happy to know that you and Asuka don't have to go to school today. Just go home and get some rest."

He nodded, and looked around the room nervously. It took Ritsuko a moment before she remembered he was still dressed only in the hospital gown. She smirked, then left so he could change into his clothes.

She had barely closed the door when her cell phone rang. No sooner had she placed it to her ear when she heard the Commander's voice, "What is the status of the third child?"

She frowned, "He is curious about what happened, but doesn't seem to remember anything. I couldn't find any traces of drugs in his system, so whatever the assailant used dissipated quickly. The fact that he does not remember being abducted could mean the drug used acted extremely fast, or that Shinji blocked the incident out."

"What about the blood samples obtained by Section Two?"

Leave it to the bastard to change the subject, she thought. Most fathers would be more concerned about their sons, but not the Commander. "It will take some time to obtain a DNA analysis, but I'm fairly certain that both Shinji's abductor, and pilot Sohryu's attacker are the same person."

"What brought you to this conclusion?"

Ritsuko paused, knowing what she was about to say would destroy a colleague's career. Sorry Henrietta, but you knew the risks when you did this. "Because both samples contained traces of Doctor Keel's nano-machines."

There was silence on the other end of the line.

"Commander Ikari?"

"That is all I need for now, Doctor. Inform me when you have the DNA results. " There was a click as he hung up.

Ritsuko sighed, wondering what the Commander was going to do. Hopefully, Henrietta would be smart and cooperate, but if she didn't… She noticed the security camera across the hallway in the corner, positioned perfectly to see anyone that went in or out of Shinji's room. She glared at the device, just in case the Commander was watching on the other end.

* * *

Shinji paused at the front door of the apartment, looking at the section two agent stationed down the hall. What had happened last night? Why wouldn't anyone tell him anything?

He opened the door and stepped inside, just in time to hear the bathroom door as it was slammed open, the sound of which was quickly followed by a string of German curses.

Asuka stormed past him on her way to the kitchen. She stopped and turned back when she saw him.

"Well its about time you got home." she said with her hands on her hips. "I had to eat one of Misato's instant nightmares this morning because of you weren't here to make breakfast."

Asuka smiled a little bit. She was glad Shinji was back in one piece, but she was not going to let him see that. She may have been happy to see him, but she was not going to let him think it was okay for him to just vanish in the middle of the night. Of course, that all vanished when Shinji did one of the things she absolutely could not stand.

He muttered a "sorry" under his breath, at which Asuka reared back her arm as if to smack him. She paused there as Shinji awaited the incoming blow, then she let out an exasperated sigh and turned on her heel towards the kitchen. She turned a little too carelessly though and her elbow struck the corner of the wall.

She yelped and grabbed her arm stumbling for a second. Shinji almost went to help her, but when she managed to stay on her feet he stopped when she flashed him a quick glare. He was still concerned, though he wasn't going to risk bodily harm by touching Asuka when it wasn't welcome, so instead he asked, "What happened to your arm?"

"This?!" She yelled, pain and anger evident in her voice. She lifted up her arm so he could see the bandage, then gesturing to the two equally large bandages on her knees. I got these because I was stupid enough to go looking for you last night. I spend last night, running around in the rain, getting chased by some lunatic, and I hear you were sleeping the whole time."

Shinji did not respond, but felt a twinge of guilt. She had gotten hurt because she had been out looking for him. Wait, didn't her and Doctor Akagi say he had been sleeping the whole time? If that were true, why would Asuka go looking for him? Wasn't he in his bed?

"And to top it all off, I can't find where Misato hid the first aid kit."

Putting the questions out of his mind he tried to remember where Misato had put the first aid kit. "I think she put it in the kitchen."

Asuka looked at him, doubtful. "Now why the hell would she put it in there?"

Shinji shrugged and went to the kitchen, "I don't know. But it does make sense. I mean, the kitchen is the most dangerous room in the house."

Asuka raised an eyebrow at that last comment, before Shinji continued, "Well, at least it is when Misato's cooking."

Asuka stood there stunned for a moment, then laughed, "There may be hope for you yet, third child.

Shinji smiled and continued to rummage through the cupboards till he found the first aid kit. Finding the silence a little disturbing, and still concerned for what had happened he started asking her questions again. "You still didn't exactly tell me how you got hurt?"

"I was running in the rain and slipped, " Asuka answered softly, felling a little remorseful for laying the guilt trip on Shinji earlier. She looked on as Shinji pulled things out of the first aid kit: bandages, medical tape, antibiotic ointment, wait, was that a Yebisu? Figures Misato would consider that to be medicine.

"You said someone chased you," he continued.

"Some crazy kid from school. The pervert was probably stalking me." She smirked, finding an opening to tease Shinji again. "Bad enough I have to deal with one at home, but now I have another pervert following me around school."

Shinji didn't try and argue the point for once, instead going to the bathroom and getting a clean washcloth. When he came back in the room, she was still talking.

"But I won't forget his name any time soon," she said, a touch of malice evident in her voice.

He froze as her next words left her lips, ushering up the dark images he had tried to forget.

"Hyde," she said, disgust dripping from each syllable. "Edward Hyde."

Shinji went pale, though thankfully Asuka did not see it. She was too busy trying to remove the bandage from her arm, which was difficult to do with her left hand, and with the awkward angle from which she was working. She muttered several curses under her breath before shouting, "Sheise!"

"Here, let me help." He said.

She glared at him, "I don't need your help, Baka."

"Please," he said looking at her pleadingly, "I just want to help."

She rolled her eyes and put her elbow on the table as Shinji sat across from her.

She winced as he peeled off the bandage on her arm, her breath hissing through her teeth.

"I'm sorry"

She glared at him for a moment, "Just be more careful, Baka."

They both looked down at her skinned forearm, which was glowing an angry red where Asuka hadn't clean it last night. Shinji cringed inwardly at the sight of the infected abrasion, an injury he felt he was responsible for, Oh god, Asuka. I'm so sorry…

He picked up the washcloth and walked over to the sink, running it under the hot water. As he brought it up to her arm, Asuka squeezed her eyes shut, anticipating the burning pain as the hot cloth touched her skin.

There was no pain, no burning, only a gentle warmth as the washcloth was wrapped around her arm. She felt Shinji's hand take her own, and Asuka resisted the urge to jerk her arm away. Shinji lifted her arm so he could better tend to her, . She knew that the rough texture of the washcloth should have hurt, but it didn't. She didn't question why, she was happy to just sit there and enjoy the feeling of Shinji caring for her, even if it was just for a moment.

Sympathy, tenderness…Warm as the summer. Offer me their embrace.

A contented sigh slipped past her lips, and Asuka's eyes snapped open, suddenly mortified that Shinji might have heard her. She looked at his face, but he was concentrating on treating her. He was working so seriously, but without the detached clinical look she had seen on the faces of doctors before. No, he was genuinely concerned for her. She could see it in his eyes, the way he looked at her, how he carefully and tenderly examined her arm.

Asuka had never really noticed how warm his eyes were. A blue that almost bordered on gray, a deep cobalt.

Friendliness, gentleness…Strangers to my life. They are there in his face.

Feeling her gaze on him, Shinji looked up, and his eyes met Asuka's. He froze at her intense sapphire gaze, but she quickly looked away. She let her eyes wander around the room, taking note of the strange balance of cleanliness and disorder. A spotless, shining countertop, with beer cans and instant ramen wrappers scattered about. The fridge filled to capacity with beer. The other fridge, containing the penguin, (and more beer). There were times when she hated the apartment. It was too small, and there was no privacy, and she had to live with a absolute slob and a perverted little boy, and… and…

…it was home…

Despite everything she told herself that she hated about the apartment, she couldn't remember another place were she felt more welcome. Shinji or Misato were always there if she needed them, not that she ever really needed them. She had never truly appreciated it before now. She couldn't help but smile as Pen Pen waddled out of his fridge and into the living room to watch TV. Even the stupid penguin was a part of the strange family.

Goodness and sweetness and kindness abound in this place.

Shinji's voice broke her out of her trance. "Asuka?"

"Yes? What…" She looked back, and the apprehensive look on his face made her pause. "What is it?" He held out a brown plastic bottle. Hydrogen peroxide, great.

"Sorry, Asuka. I know this is going to hurt, but…"

She closed her eyes and turned her head away. "Just hurry it up, Baka."

Shinji placed her elbow on the towel and she took a deep breath to steady herself. She was no going to cry out, not going to show him any signs that she was weak. She clenched her teeth as he slowly started to pour the stinging liquid onto the wound. Mein Gott! her mind screamed. It burned as it made contact, fire shooting up her arm. Her arm shook slightly with the pain as the wound bubbled and hissed.

She froze as she felt the cooling, soothing sensation of his breathe on her arm. It felt good, a little too good for her own comfort in fact. She actually

Shinji daubed some antibiotic ointment onto the scrape, making sure it was completely coated, then he covered it with a clean bandage.

"There, all done." he said, looking up at her "do you want me to take care of your knees?"

Asuka blushed, but hid her own embarrassment by acting mortified by what Shinji had said, "Oh you would just love that wouldn't you? You would love to get the chance to touch my legs, wouldn't you? Well sorry to spoil your perverted little fantasy, but I can take care of the rest myself."

She gathered up the first aid kit's contents in her arms and carried them to the bathroom, leaving Shinji sitting there stunned. She deposited them into the sink and quickly closed and locked the door.

She leaned back against the wall, banging her head several times, trying in vain to remove the disquieting thoughts. No, no, NO! She didn't like Baka-Shinji! She had already had this argument with herself. She couldn't like him! How could she care about a wimp like him? No, Asuka didn't like Shinji.

No, It was far worse than that…

I am in love with the things that I see in his face.

No matter how much she wanted to, she couldn't rid her thoughts of him. They kept returning to his eyes, his gentle face, his hand holding hers. For a moment she wondered, what would it be like to kiss him again? She smiled to herself as she reminisced on the concerned warmth of his eyes.

It's a memory I know time will never erase.

* * *

Shinji just stood there, not wanting to believe what Asuka had just said. It wasn't the 'pervert' comment. After what he had said, he could understand how she could take it the wrong way. But, what she had said about last night, the events, that name, it all came rushing back in a flood.

No, it couldn't be true, he thought. I could never do anything like that. Besides, why would he give himself a foreign name? It just didn't make sense. But everything else pointed to the opposite as being true. If only there was some way to be sure…

A flash of memory again hitting his mind, he ran to his room. There was no mess of papers on the floor, but his desk lamp and the picture frame from his desk. He looked down and saw the hole in the wall. He looked around, but could not find the plastic vial. Panicking, he dug through the trash and desk, finally finding the vial were it had rolled and fallen behind the desk.

Shaking slightly, he opened his school bag, pulling out the simple notebook. Opening it, he saw the few notes on the opening page, and seeing where it abruptly cut off.

He turned the page, and there, written in slanting, haphazard handwriting was one line.

MIDNIGHT, AND ALL IS WELL…

* * *

Henrietta Keel waited as patiently as she could in her apartment. The doctor could only wait until either Shinji called her, or he came in for his next appointment. She could not really call him unexpectedly without raising some unwanted questions. Instead, she read over third child's profile again, making certain she knew everything she would need for her next meeting with young Ikari.

There was a knock at the door. She put down the folder and went to the door, checking through the peephole before unlocking it.

"Yes?" she said, greeting the two black-suited agents.

"Doctor Keel?" one said. She nodded and the agent continued, "Commander Ikari wants to see you."

Keel narrowed her eyes at the mention of the Commander, "What does the Commander want?"

"Sorry, but we're not at liberty to say," he said, gesturing for the doctor to step outside. She started to follow, but when the agent started to grab her arm, she pulled away. The other agent grabbed her and she panicked. Reaching inside his jacket, she pulled the man's gun and shoved him away, she started to run down the hallway.

Three shots rang out.

* * *

Shinji finally managed to get out of the apartment building. He had ditched section-two before, and they were looking for people trying to get in, so it was not really a problem to sneak out. He caught a train across the city. Thankfully he remembered the directions Doctor Keel had given him to her apartment, just in case there was an emergency. Well, this definitely counts as an emergency, he thought.

He was out the door of the train before it had even finished opening and running out of the station towards the apartment. It was only another block away. Just around the corner…

He stopped at the sight of flashing red and blue lights, and waited behind the corner. A familiar voice came from just around the wall, causing Shinji's heart to stop.

"What went wrong?" Gendo inquired.

What was his father doing here? And what had happened? Shinji strained to hear the rest of the conversation.

"We don't know." an unfamiliar voice answered, "She was cooperative at first, then she snapped and attacked us. She got hold of Ogata's gun, and I opened fire."

"Did you find anything in the apartment?" Gendo continued coldly.

"We found files containing information on all three pilots, and diagrams for some kind of robot."

The Commander continued his inquiry, "Was there anything that points to the identity of Doctor Keel's accomplice?

"No Sir."

"Continue the investigation. I want the attacker found and removed."

Shinji listened as the footsteps of both the agent and his father receded. He looked around the corner and saw several black-suited Section Two agents moving in and out of the second story apartment, removing files and a computer. He fought back the urge to vomit as a gurney, the form on it covered with a blood soaked sheet, was loaded into a waiting ambulance that slowly drove away.