"Do we get second chances in this life, Todd?" Neil asks him like he expects a negative answer. Todd doesn't give that to him. "Yes. We do. I know it." "Do you?" Neil grins, playfully elbowing him. "Did you at least wait to take it? That second chance? Until the world was more peaceful? More kind?" Ten years after the death of Neil Perry, Todd Anderson wakes up with a second chance. **REPOSTED FROM AO3 BY ORIGINAL AUTHOR

Neil's life was pre-constructed, he never dared to question or falter; until he met Todd that is. To Neil, Todd was the embodiment of rebellion, everything he'd never dared to obtain yet everything he feverishly craved. Throughout the course of these chapters, Neil learns things - unimaginable things - about himself, life, love, and the fact he would trade the whole world to be able to live freely and deeply.

After a painful fallout with Dr. Gregory House-one she never talks about and everyone else pretends not to notice, Dr. Lenora Rhodes builds a life in Pathology, away from the chaos and manipulation. But life at Princeton-Plainsboro isn't done with her. Especially not Dr. James Wilson, whose calm presence and soft humor start to feel dangerously close to home. As old wounds resurface and loyalties are tested, Lenora finds herself caught between the past that made her and the truth she refuses to bury, even when it hurts.

𝙊𝙋𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙄𝘼 𝙇𝙔𝙉𝘾𝙃'S fury was a storm that broke loose the second she saw her sister go down. Without a second thought, she mistook 𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉𝙉𝙔 𝙆𝘼𝙑𝘼𝙉𝘼𝙂𝙃 for the culprit and decided he deserved a dose of his own medicine. Grabbing the rugby ball, she launched it back at him with a force that was all raw, righteous anger. Johnny saw her, and in that moment, the entire world outside of her seemed to fade away. He was a boy who lived and breathed the game, but her sheer intensity pulled his attention off the pitch. It wasn't her body he noticed first, but her eyes-the color of whiskey, sharp and defiant, framed by dark lashes that contrasted with the soft, rebellious pink in her hair. He noticed the way she swallowed hard, as if choking down words she couldn't dare to speak, and the way her jaw tightened before she unleashed a snarky remark at his best friend, Gibsie. He was captivated. But he knew, with a certainty that was both thrilling and terrifying, that girls like her came with a warning label. They were the ones who broke you and then laughed as you bled. Still, a dangerous instinct told him that to let her walk away would be a regret he'd carry forever. ♱ ᴏᴘʜᴇʟɪᴀ ʙʀɪᴅɢᴇᴛ ᴍᴜʀᴘʜʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴀꜰꜰᴀɪʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇᴀᴛᴇɴ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴜᴛᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɢ. ꜱʜᴇ ʙɪᴛᴇꜱ ᴅᴏᴡɴ! ꜱʜᴇ ᴇᴀᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ! ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ, ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴀʏɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ! ♱