A/N: Thank you all for the nice reviews and words. I decided to continue and here´s the second chapter. I hope you enjoy it as well! :-)

Chapter 2

Wilson sighed loudly when he closed the door of House´s apartment. He looked around and noticed immediately that nothing had changed during the last days. Well, the dirty dishes tower in the kitchen was higher than ever and there were more empty beer bottles but besides this, the time seemed to stay still. The curtains of the windows were closed and not much light came through. Wilson waited for a minute before going to the living room, giving his eyes some time to adjust to the darkness around him.

As expected, House was sitting on his couch, not moving at all. He didn´t even reacted when Wilson stepped into the room but continued to stare at the TV, a beer in his hand. It was always the same this week and Wilson was more than worried. His best friend stopped playing piano, General Hospital wasn´t really interesting anymore and the sarcastic but funny comments completely disappeared. Since Cameron left him for Chase, House was just cold and desperate with high walls around him. Not even Wilson got through them and he shut him off more and more each day. It was almost as though he simply gave up, seeing no reason in his work and life. Today would be even worse…

Not bothering to get any attention from him, Wilson made his way into the kitchen and started to clean the mess there. When he finished, he opened the containers he brought with him and put the food on two clean plates. That´s how the two friends spend their evenings together: food, beer and TV. There wasn´t much talking but two friends sitting together and keeping each other´s company.

It was almost midnight when the football game ended and it was time for Wilson to go home again but before this, he had to drop the bomb which seemed more like a world war right now. Standing up, he reached into his pants pockets and took out an envelopment. He through it carelessly in House´s direction and made his way towards the door, hoping to get out alive while his best friend opened it and read what it was about. No such luck! Before he even reached the door, House was already standing and sending death glares towards him.

"Wilson, what the hell is this?"

Wilson looked into his eyes and found no amused twinkling in them but a cold and blue stare. He was grateful in this moment that House had to use a cane – this made it harder for him to catch him while fleeing. Nonetheless he tried to stay cool. After all he hasn´t done anything bad.

"This is called a plane ticket. It´s necessary when you want to get on a plane without being arrested and the other paper is a booking confirmation. It says that there is a room booked for a Dr. Gregory House. The hotel can be found at Tenerife – a small but beautiful Canary Island which belongs to Spain and Spain belongs to Europe in case you missed school when this was taught. The stay is for 14 days and starts on Saturday which means you have not many days left anymore to prepare yourself or better said: Go shopping! I bet you need new swimming trunks and don´t forget to send me a postcard. Well, I have to go. It´s late and…"

He didn´t come further because he was interrupted before his hand could even reach the door.

"Oh no, Wilson! You´re staying here until I am finished with you! Is this how it works now? Throwing me out of my work for one month and then sending me away because I am not the Mister Sunshine you all want me to be? You make it really easy for yourself! Thank you so much but you can fly alone! While you´re there, you can search for another best friend because we´re over!"

Shocked and hurt from these words, Wilson snapped and now it was his time to yell.

"I am the one throwing away our friendship? You are the one who is throwing away EVERYTHING in your life – your job, your whole fucking life and even our friendship! You are the one who pushes us all away! You were out of control and that´s the only reason Cuddy forced you to take a break! Your behavior threatened the patients and the teams you threw out! It´s your fucking fault! Now you want to blame me? For what? For coming here almost every day and make sure you´re not dead from too much vicodin or alcohol? For bringing you fresh food every day? For staying with you, trying to keep you company? For buying you a great trip to Europe? Yeah, go on and hate me for all this! I can live with this but I can´t live with you like this anymore! For heaven´s sake House, you're my best friend and I worry about you! I know it´s my fault that I worry so much but I can´t stop it. I want my best friend back and that's why I brought you this. I want you to forget everything, leave everything behind for some time. I never meant to get rid of you, trust me. Please House, take some timeout and calm down again because otherwise I don´t think there´s anything left I can do to you."

Closing the door behind him, Wilson got out without giving House a chance to respond, hoping he would really make the journey.

The next days seemed to be even more annoying than ever to House. Wilson wouldn´t visit him anymore which meant no fresh food or clean plates. Without the distraction of his best friend, House had much time left to think about the last weeks but he decided to ignore his thoughts and silence them with even more alcohol. Thinking too much was never good for him.

Soon he found himself without any food in his fridge and the alcohol was gone, too. Normally it would be time to go out for some grocery shopping but the cold weather outside was anything but healthy for his leg and for the first time, House really rethought Wilson´s idea. Maybe it was really a good idea to get out of here – away from the cold rain and all the haunting memories. Maybe Tenerife wouldn't be that bad. It was definitely warmer there. No need for grocery shopping but free food and alcohol. Who knows, maybe the Spanish hookers would be a nice distraction for the night but the best thing was: It was free since Wilson already paid for everything.

Since the night was quite long and sleep wouldn´t come, House finally took the time to make an decision and one day later, he found himself sitting in the VIP corner of a plane to Tenerife. He was even already in a good mood and a sly grin was on his face. His plan worked out really great so far. Playing the cripple card was never wrong. This way he was allowed to check in without waiting and due to an artistic performance while limping into the plane without his cane, he got even the best place in the whole plane. Landing on the floor with a loud bang, combined with some whining and a painful expression on his face did really wonders. Even the stewardesses were afraid of him and it took him not even 10 minutes to do so. Telling them that he had a doctor title in law, made them run as fast as possible in those ridiculous high heels to get him some alcohol – free alcohol of course. Maybe Wilson´s plan wasn´t that bad after all…