So thought I'd put this up while I can and I thought it would be important to note I won't be writing for at least a week due to exams. In fact, I should be studying right now, but I really can't be bothered. Anyway, here you go, new, shiny chapter. (ANOTHER IMPORTANT NOTE: I do not have a beta and though I try to correct it as much as possible, I sometimes miss mistakes like spelling and etc, so if you find one, please tell me. Trust me, I'm not annoyed by it. In fact, I'd be grateful.) Also, Supernatural should be showing up within the next few chapters (hopefully).

Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers, Sherlock, Supernatural or Doctor Who. They all belong to their respective creators.

Chapter Six:

John traded worried looks with Bruce and Rory before turning back towards the front of the cafeteria, where Principal Fury stood, looking as though someone had died. The students were silent, eager to know what had happened, still burning with questions from last night. There was no explanation for the alarms, or for Coulson's rushing off, or for their being locked in the cafeteria for two hours. But now it looked like there would be, if Fury's expression was anything to go by. The only ones who weren't interested, unsurprisingly, were Sherlock and Tony.

"I'm sure you're all aware," Fury announced in his no-nonsense, 'serious-shit-is-going-down' tone, peering at the students with his good eye, "that something serious has occurred on the grounds of this school late last night." He paused a moment, letting that sink in. "I'm sorry to inform you that one of our students, Miss Sally Donovan, is dead."

A few wanton wails and cries of disbelief and horror echoed through the crowd. One girl burst into tears and was quickly led away by Mrs Hudson, the school nurse. Anderson sat stock still, either unaffected by his "secret" girlfriend's death or too shocked to even react.

"Donovan? Pity, she was great on her knees." Tony muttered.

"Tony! That isn't appropriate right now!" John hissed under his breath. "The poor girl died."

"Everyone dies someday. I wonder what happened, though. Did she fall down some stairs or something?"

"The local authorities have been contacted and are investigating her death. And I will tell you now that Miss Donovan did not die of natural causes. She was murdered." Fury went on, ignoring the fevered murmurings of the students.

"I swear the guy's a fucking mind reader." Tony said, staring at Fury in amusement.

"Though I highly doubt any student within our school would be capable of such an act, I must allow the Detectives to conduct their investigation as required. This includes allowing them to question you, and search your rooms if there be considerable evidence that would support such an action. I would also demand that anyone who knows anything about Miss Donovan's last hours to come forward immediately so that we may get to the bottom of this tragedy as quickly as possible. Anyone who does not cooperate will receive disciplinary action, or possibly suspension. If you have any enquiries, please contact myself, Deputy Principal Coulson or another member of staff. You are all dismissed and all classes are cancelled for today. I suggest you all remain in your rooms, or a well-supervised area. And I must remind you all not to panic."

The school was still for barely a breath, and then everyone had jumped to their feet, a sudden crescendo of chatter echoing through the cafeteria. The crowd streamed out into the hallway, until only a few remained. John stood slowly, stretching his shoulder and leg very gently, at the same time trying to drag Tony to his feet. Bruce wasn't helping, he seemed to have zoned out. Rory was standing awkwardly, his attention monopolised by a redheaded girl across the hall who was having an extremely heated discussion with the Doctor. John glanced around, realising that Sherlock was making his way to Fury and Coulson.

"Sherlock! No, don't go-" John hissed.

Too late. John watched hopelessly as Fury turned to frown at the fifteen-year-old standing before him. "What is it?"

"How did she die?" Sherlock asked, looking almost uninterested. Almost.

"She was murdered."

"Yes, but how? Was she strangled, hanged, stabbed, decapitated, shot, beaten, bludgeoned, drowned, poisoned, did they slash her throat, did she bleed out, did they push her off a cliff, out of a tree or did she have her chest cavity eviscerated? Was she found whole or cut to pieces? How was the body positioned? Were there any marks around the body? Any unusual footprints? Did she leave some sort of note? Was there any evidence of rape? Did they find any prints? Have they already moved the body?" Sherlock said, without pausing to take a breath.

Coulson raised his eyebrow at the stream of questions. "I'm sorry, Mr Holmes, but we can't divulge such information."

"But you do know?"

"Even if we did, we'd be unable to reveal it to any members of the public, seeing as it is an ongoing investigation." Coulson told him with a tight smile. "However, if you know anything that could prove helpful in finding the killer or killers, you're cooperation would be appreciated."

Sherlock frowned. "So you aren't going to tell me anything."

"No. Now run along before I find a reason to give you detention." Fury replied smoothly.

Sherlock glared. "What? You're going to give me detention for breathing? Is that a crime now?"

"It will be if you don't get going."

"Sherlock, come on." John grunted under his breath, trying to drag Sherlock away. The youth stood firm for just a moment longer before smirking and allowing John to haul him away.

Fury narrowed his eyes at the two, briefly glancing to Banner and Stark. "Get Banner in my office. I'd like to have a word with him." He muttered to Coulson.

"You think he had something to do with it, sir?"

"Considering his history, I think it would be wise to have a word with him."

"Yes, sir. I'll have him at your office at ten." Coulson said, hurrying after Bruce.

Fury waited until the hall was clear and then turned on his heel, marching down several hallways and out into the grounds, towards the crime scene which was still being processed by the police. A younger officer came rushing forward, probably thinking him a gawker and attempted to turn him away. Fury stared at him with his one good eye before barking out, "I am the Principal of this school and I wish to know if any headway has been made since the body was discovered."

The officer met his gaze evenly. "I'm sorry, sir, but we can't give out that information to the public."

"I'm not the public." Fury replied, pulling out his badge for the officer to see. "I am a member of an elite task force with clearance higher than the Queen, and the Principal of this school."

"I will have to clear it with my superior first, sir. Please wait here."

After a moment, Fury was allowed through, while the superior apologised profusely. "I am sorry, Agent Fury, officer Lestrade is new and-"

"It's fine, Officer Kipp. So long as he was doing his job." Fury said. "Now, tell me, is there anything new?"

"No, no, not so far. We've only just gotten the body back to the morgue and the evidence still has to be processed."

"So you're telling there is absolutely nothing notable about this death?"

"Er…"

"There was a knife found with the body." Lestrade said. "According to the Coroner, it may have been used to cut out her heart."

"It may have been?"

"Yes, they can't be one hundred percent sure until they run some tests, but it seems likely. They also said it seems to be made of silver and is a very unusual design."

"Silver." Fury repeated. "Good work, Officer Lestrade. Thank you for your cooperation." And without further ado, he left the two officers and headed back to the school.