Here’s the second one of the day, guys! Enjoy, and please review!

I realize that some of this chapter is a bit AU based on time period that I’ve written this for versus the time period this fandom actually existed within. It’s not that extreme, but it’s noticeable. It’s also a bit AU for an episode of the other fandom. Again, it’s not too AU, but I’d feel bad if I didn’t include it anyway.

“A cheerleader, Mulder?” Scully gaped in disbelief at her partner. She’d felt like screaming at him all day. She was frustrated, and the stuffy interior of the elevator wasn’t making her feel any better.

“Think about it, Scully. It fits.” He shoved a manila folder at her. “Look at the newspaper headlines: ‘Cheerleader Saves Three From Fire’, ‘Serial Killer Murders Texas Cheerleader, Injures Another’. It’s all happening in Odessa, Texas. It’s in the middle of nowhere, at some tiny high school.”

“And why is she so significant?”

“I’m not sure, Scully.” She glared at him.

“Wait! Just hear me out! I have a theory.”

“Then tell me, what’s your theory?” He took the folder back, pointing at one of the articles.

“Firefighters who arrived on the scene said that the cheerleader who survived the fire didn’t have a scratch on her, even though they’d seen her walk out of a burning train car. Then,” He waved the second article at her, “Homecoming a few weeks ago. A serial killer the FBI is calling Sylar walks into the girl’s locker room, kills a cheerleader, and, apparently, throws another off of the roof. She survives, unharmed. A man named Peter Petrelli is arrested for the murders. Turns out, though, he didn’t do it. The killings start up again in Southern California.” Mulder turned to her, expectantly, waiting for her usual barrage of questions.

“I don’t see what this is proving.”

“Both times the same girl was involved, and both times she walked away totally unharmed.”

“What’s your point here, Mulder?”

“My point is that I think this girl might be superhuman.”

The elevator dinged, opening its doors into the Boston City Morgue. Scully was forced to get off before she could say anything about her partner’s ludicrous notion.

“What?”

“Superhuman. Just think about it. The FBI’s been after Sylar for months. Everyone thinks the killings are random, but what if he was killing these “special” people for some reason.”

Scully shook her head as they walked down the long hallway of the morgue. Mulder moved in front of her. He wasn’t letting her ignore him anymore.

“Look at the killings that happened after the murder in Odessa. Two people that were outsiders, rumored to have done some strange things in the last six months. I think they had some sort of ability, too, Scully. I think this guy, Sylar, whoever he is, wants to kill them for it.”

“Okay, Mulder. Say you’re right. What sort of ability does this cheerleader have that you’ve drug me up to Boston to witness?”

“Regeneration, Scully. This girl can’t die.” She said nothing to him, just pushing through a door marked “Lab”.

“Can I help you?” A dark-haired woman looked up from her computer screen. In Mulder’s opinion, she could definitely give Scully a run for her money in the looks department.

“I’m Dana Scully. This is my partner, Fox Mulder.” She flashed her badge at the woman, “We’re from the FBI. We’re here to examine the body of a Jane Doe brought in a few hours ago. She was wearing a cheerleader’s uniform.”

The woman gave a small laugh, meeting them in the middle of the room.

“Jordan Cavanaugh,” she shook both of their hands. “Wish I could show you the body…”

“But?” Mulder questioned.

She gave them a little shrug, “It’s missing.”

Mulder shot Scully a pointed look, and she stared back at him, disbelievingly.