Note: This is a little different then the episode, so be warned about some changes and things that were not in this episode. Also, I don't know the particular date for each episode, so the dates may be wrong.
Disclaimer: I only own Nathaniel, no one else.
September 11, 1877
Moving was the one thing Nate hated the most.
Why couldn't they have just stayed in Wisconsin? Why did they have to move so far away? Okay, maybe he wasn't leaving much behind, but still, he didn't want leave home. But there was nothing he could do about it now. Ma and Pa would never move back because another family now lived in their old home, but they wouldn't anyway.
Nate looked up in surprise at his 10 year old sister, Laura, who was standing there with their dog Jack.
"What is it, Laura?" Nate asked, slightly annoyed.
"Pa's talking to Mr. Hanson"
Nate felt dread rush through him, but he would never show it.
"I guess we're really going to stay here" he said softly.
"Why do you look so sad?" Laura asked, confused. Why wasn't her brother happy? They were going to live right near a town! They could go to a real school! Shouldn't Nate be happy about that?
"Who said I was sad" Nate snapped. Then he immediately felt guilty for snapping at his sister and his tone softened.
"Come on. Let's go" he smiled. He got up from the table and walked out the door with Laura and Jack following close behind.
Nate shoved his hands in his pockets and looked up at pa and Mr. Hanson. Even though they were on the hill he could still see Pa's huge smile. Maybe he was the only one who wasn't happy about moving…well, maybe ma. She probably didn't like it, but she would never say anything.
"Imagine, Nate, living near a town and going to school!" Laura chirped.
"Yeah, I don't really care" he muttered. Laura frowned at him and he glared back.
Just then pa called down to them.
"Nathaniel, Half-pint, come on! I have great news!" he yelled.
Nate and Laura looked at each other before rushing up the hill.
"Are we gonna live here, pa?" Laura asked, excitedly.
"Now hold on, Half-pint, I'll tell you both everything when we get to the lake" he laughed.
Nate was confused. "Why the lake, pa?" he asked.
"Because your ma and Carrie are waiting for us"
"Let's race" Laura said, leaning forward on one leg.
Nate grinned despite himself. "You're on!"
"I'll count off", pa said. "One, two, three!"
Laura and Nate took off as fast as they could. They ran through the grass and along the dirt path that lead to the lake. Nate stumbled a few times and even fell once, but Laura ran without tripping or stumbling. It wasn't a surprise, seeing as how she ran all the time while Nate preferred to walk.
"I'm gonna beat you!" Laura cried happily to her brother who was a few feet behind her.
"So?" Nate laughed "You won't win anything for it!" Then he sped up.
Soon the Ingalls children were right next to each other, both running as fast as they could. Nate wanted to stop, but he couldn't, not when he was about to win.
Laura suddenly stopped suddenly but Nate kept running and ended up in the lake. He had been so lost in thought he didn't realize they were at the lake.
Carrie giggled and ma shook her head.
"Nathaniel" she sighed.
"It's only my feet, ma"
"Pay more attention next time" she said.
Nate grinned. "I will"
Pa came up then and laughed at his son.
"Only you, Nate" he laughed. "Okay Ingalls family, as soon as your all done soaking your feet, we've got a wagon to unload"
Nate dropped his head and heard ma ask the one thing that made him feel sick.
Pa smiled and nodded. "We're home"
September 12, 1877
Nate stared in shock at their new home. He almost dropped the quilts he was carrying.
It just seemed so…big. Compared to their old home, it was.
Laura stepped forward, a huge smile on her face.
"Can we go in now?" she asked.
"Yeah, can we?" Nate actually smiled.
"Not just yet" pa grinned before scooping ma up in his arms.
"Charles!" ma laughed.
"Pa, when you're done, can you do that to me?" Nate joked. Now that he saw his new home for the first time, he realized he actually liked it. Maybe living here wasn't so bad.
Pa laughed and ma shook her head with a smile on her face.
"We've both been in that house a hundred times" she said.
"Yeah, well, not today. Today is special" pa replied before opening the door to their new house.
"Can we go see our room?" Nate asked.
"Of course, and make your bed while you're up there" ma said.
"Don't forget your pillows", pa added.
Laura grabbed the pillows and led the way up the stairs that lead to the loft.
"I'm gonna kill myself on this thing" Nate muttered.
"Oh, don't be a baby" Laura said.
When they got up to the loft, Nate felt his heart race with excitement.
"The beds are bigger than the one's we had before" he commented. "And softer too"
Laura walked over to the window and opened it.
"We have our own window" she said in complete awe.
Nate shook his head at his sister and unfolded the blankets.
"You make your bed and I'll make mine"
"Our own window" Laura said to herself.
"Yeah, we have our own window and it will still be there later. Come help me" Nate said, getting irritated.
"All right, all right" Laura sighed. She got up from the window and went to make her bed.
They were silent for a moment when Carrie came in.
"Hi!" the six year old said happily.
"Carrie, you're supposed to be downstairs" Laura said.
"How'd she climb the ladder?" Nate mumbled to himself. He could barely do it.
Pa up the stairs and picked Carrie up.
"What are you climbing around the house for? You know you're not supposed to do that" He turned to look at Nate and Laura. "Guess she had to see what was up here, huh?"
"Not much to see" Nate said.
"Are the beds all right?"
"It's fine" Laura smiled.
"I like it" Nate agreed.
"Yeah, good. Here, let me try it"
He sat down with Carrie on his lap.
"Hey, that is pretty nice if I do say so myself. How do you like your room?"
"It's great" Nate said.
"Yeah" Laura nodded. "And I've decided something"
Pa grinned and looked at his daughter. "What's that, Half-pint?"
"Home is the nicest word there is"
Nate thought about that while pa nodded.
"One of the nicest, that's for sure" He looked down at Carrie. "You like home?"
Carrie nodded with a huge grin on her face.
"Good", pa said. "Cause we got one now"
He got up and put Carrie down.
"I'm going to the store. Anyone wanna come?"
Nate nodded. "I do, pa"
"I think I'll stay here and help ma" Laura said.
"All right, come on, Nate"
Nate followed his father downstairs.
"Did you make your bed?" ma asked him.
Nate kissed his mother on the cheek.
"We're going to the store. Do you want anything?" pa asked, getting his hat.
Ma smiled. "Charles, you just gave us all a house. No, there's nothing else I need"
Pa kissed her on the cheek and him Nate left.
"Nate…I know how hard the move is for you" pa said after a few minutes.
Nate looked up at his father in surprise. "How do you-?"
"Because I was about your age when my family moved. I didn't like it at first, but I got used to it after awhile"
"Only because you met ma" Nate disagreed.
"Yeah, but I probably would have gotten use to it even if I hadn't met your ma. Just give this town a chance, son. You might like it after all"
Nate sighed and nodded. "Okay, pa, I will"
Pa smiled and rustled his son's hair.
"That's my boy"
Soon they were at the store. Nate had only been to a store like that twice, and it was awhile ago. He could see the owners through the window, a man and a woman. From the looks of it, they were snooty.
Pa and Nate walked in and went to the counter.
The man looked up at pa and smiled kindly. "Mr. Ingalls, good morning!"
"Mr. Olson, how you doing? Pa asked, shaking the man's hand.
"Uh, mrs, this is the fello I was telling you about, the one I ran into over Mr. Hanson's mill"
Pa tipped his hat at the woman and put a hand on Nate's shoulder.
"This is my son, Nate" pa said.
Mr. Olson smiled at Nate.
"Yes, the 13 year old. Nice to meet you, Nate"
"Nice to meet you too, sir"
The woman rolled her eyes and turned to continue dusting the shelf.
"What can I do for you?" Mr. Olson asked.
"Well, I'd like a plow and weed seed, enough for 100 acres"
Nate's eyes widened but he didn't say anything.
"I understand you're building a house out there" Mr. Olson nodded.
Pa nodded proudly. "Got it all finished yesterday. I need the plow...but I don't have any money right now. I'd like to pledge a share on my first crop"
"Pa" Nate whispered in shock.
"Nathaniel" pa warned.
Mrs. Olson stepped in.
"We do give credit to a few farmers that we've known for a long time, but only a few"
Nate looked up to see Pa's reaction, and it was a little taken aback.
Mr. Olson jumped in. "There is a reason. You see, we need the money to, uh, buy the things we need to keep in business"
"I understand" pa said. "Cash on the barrow, and that's the way I like to deal just as soon as I get that first crop in"
"Mr. Ingalls" Mrs. Olson said tightly. "Do you know how many families move out here and plant their crops and run up more bills then they could hope to pay for and then skip out? Now, I can show you a whole drawer full of-"
"Mrs. Olson, I can assure you I have no intention of running out in the middle of the night" Pa said, his smile dimming. "Thank you. Come on, Nate"
Nate glanced at the Olson's, angry that they would think his pa could do such a thing, but followed him out in silence.
"Mr. Ingalls" Mr. Olson said, his voice almost pleading. "There's really no way I can-"
"I understand" Pa snapped, making sure Nate was out before nearly slamming the door behind him.
Nate tried to calm his father down as they walked.
"It's Mrs. Olson, pa" Nate said quickly. "Mr. Olson would have given it to you if she hadn't said anything"
"I know that, son" pa said his voice a tiny bit sharp. "I have to talk to Mr. Hanson. You go on home"
Nate looked at his father for a moment before sighing and turned around to walk home.
Maybe moving here really was a bad idea.
September 13, 1877
Ma was putting breakfast on the table when pa walked in, a bucket in his hand.
"Nate, cut up Carrie's food for her, please" ma said.
Nate groaned quietly but did as his ma asked.
"I don't have time to eat" pa said "I'm later for work already"
"More for me" Nate grinned.
"Hush, Nate. Charles, you have to eat"
"I had some cornbread this morning" pa sighed, putting on his hat.
"We have cornbread and no one told me?" Nate gasped. He loved his ma's cornbread more than anything.
"You may have some later" ma spoke softly. "Charles, at least eat some biscuits on the run"
"Oh, all right" Pa laughed, putting the biscuits in his mouth before heading out the door.
"I want molasses" Carrie cried.
Nate made a face.
"Yes, dear" ma smiled. Then she gasped. "Oh, your father forgot his lunch! Here, Laura run" ma handed the lunch bag to Laura and patted her on the bottom as Laura jumped up out of her chair.
"I'll come too!" Nate cried, running after his sister.
They both ran out the front door only to see pa about two feet away from the house.
"Wow!" Nate grinned, shaking his head. "I'm going back inside"
September 14, 1877
The next day the Ingalls family was dressed in their best clothing. It was Sunday, and they all had to go to church.
Nate hated church. He knew that was a bad thing and he would never dare say it out loud, but it was true. Church was boring, and he couldn't wait to just get it over with.
"Kids, we're leaving" ma said cheerfully.
"What about pa?" Laura asked.
"Your pa is sleeping. He's very tired"
"I'm very tired too, ma" Nate tried, but his mother didn't buy it.
"Come along, children" was all she said.
"Mostly I like church better than Sunday school" Laura admitted as she walked alongside ma and Nate. Carrie was skipping ahead of them.
"Really? I like Sunday school better" Nate said.
"Well, I didn't like church today" Laura declared.
"Why not?" ma asked, disapproval in her tone.
"Because Reverend Alden gave us all a good talking to today" Nate snickered.
"Oh, I think he was talking about people who never go to church"
"So pa won't be punished?" Laura asked happily.
Ma laughed. "No, dear"
"Pa's a good man" Nate added. "He was just worn out…he needs to rest. More than he needs church"
"That's right, Nate" ma praised.
Laura tugged on her brother's arm.
"There's pa!" she cried, pointing towards a hill where they could see pa plowing the field.
Ma smashed her lips into a tight line and said, "You two go catch up with Carrie"
Nate and Laura looked at each other but walked ahead.
"Pa's gonna get it" Nate declared.
"Do you really think so?" Laura asked.
Nate looked back and watched as his mother marched up the hill to pa.
"I guess we'll find out"
September 15, 1877
The next night Nate and Laura were awoken by footsteps on the stairs.
"I'm sorry I woke you" pa said softly, sitting down on the edge of Nate's bed.
"I wasn't asleep, pa. I couldn't with all of Nate's snoring" Laura claimed, grinning at her brother.
"I do not snore" Nate snapped.
Nate scowled and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Let's act our age, shall we?" he grumbled. "What is it, pa?"
"I just thought I'd tell you two a story, if you'd like. I know you're too old for stories, Nate"
Nate shook his head. "I'd like to hear on"
"Yes, please, pa!" Laura pled.
Pa smiled. "All right, let me see. Oh, yeah, I've got one about a grumpy farmer. You see this grumpy farmer use to get up every morning before sunrise to stomp off to work. Sometimes, he even forgot to say goodbye to his wife and his three beautiful children"
"Oh, gee, I wonder who this could be about." Nate laughed.
Pa chuckled and continued.
"Every night when it got dark his wife would put his three beautiful children to bed early so he wouldn't grump at em when he got home. It made the whole family feel kind of sad cause they remembered when he use to have time for his wife play games with his three beautiful children. Even take em to church. So one day that farmer said to himself, 'farmer, you're grumpy'. He finished all of his work-almost all of it. He came home and told his wife and his three beautiful children that tomorrow, he was gonna take em to the biggest, bestest picnic of all time"
Nate's eyes widened with excitement and Laura cried happily.
"Oh, thank you pa!" she cried, and gave him a hug.
"This is great!" Nate chorused.
Pa hugged his two children. "I promise not to be a grump"
September 16, 1877
It really was the best picnic they've ever been to.
For hours they all played games, had races, and ate a lunch that consisted of fried chicken, potatoes, cornbread, milk, and bread. To Laura and Nate, it was the best day ever.
After a big lunch, pa showed them how to fly a kite. It was shaped like a diamond and it was bright yellow.
"It's so high" Nate commented.
"The higher the better" Laura said in amazement.
"Whoo!" Charles laughed as the kite went higher and higher.
"Don't let it get stuck in the tree, pa" Nate warned.
"Don't worry, son, I won't"
Then it got stuck in the tree.
"Oh, pa!" Nate groaned.
"I'll get it" Pa said cheerfully before running off to retrieve the kite.
Nate frowned at his father and helped himself to some more cornbread.
"That's a mighty big tree to climb" Laura said.
"Yes" ma frowned, obviously worried about her husband.
Nate closed his eyes for a moment, but opened again when he heard a loud THUD.
"Charles!" ma screamed, running over to pa.
Nate and Laura scrambled to their feet and ran after her, both of their hearts beating rapidly with fear.
"Charles?" ma whispered, turning over her husband to look at him.
"Ah!" pa gasped in pain.
"Don't move" Ma instructed.
"Where can he go?" Nate snapped. He knew he should never speak to his ma like that, but he was so terrified for his pa that he didn't care.
"Laura, go get Mr. Hanson. Tell him pa needs doc Baker and a wagon!" ma cried.
Laura turned around and took off.
September 17, 1877
Pa was going to be all right. He had some broken ribs and he needed to stay in bed for about a week, maybe less, but he was alive and that's all that mattered.
Dinner that night was different. It was just Laura, Nate, and Carrie who ate. Ma said she would eat later and pa had to eat his supper in bed.
"I'm just glad pa's okay" Nate said.
"Could he have really died from that?" Laura asked.
"That tree was huge. Of course he could have died from that…but he didn't, so…"
"I don't like seeing pa like that" Laura whispered, on the verge of tears.
Nate put his spoon down and sighed. "Neither do I Laura, but I'd rather see him like that for the rest of his life then dead, wouldn't you?"
"I guess so…"
Nate patted her arm. "Come on. Finish your supper"
Laura smiled. "Okay, ma"
She was glad she had Nate as a brother.
September 18, 1877
"Is pa out of his mind?"
"Nathaniel Ingalls!" Laura scolded.
Nate gawked at his sister. "He's going to work he's supposed to be resting, Laura! Come on, let's follow him"
"Pa will be angry"
"I don't care"
Laura sighed but followed her brother to Hanson's mill.
"Pa?" Nate called when they arrived.
"Pa!" Laura cried, running towards her father why was lying on the ground, gasping in pain.
"Pa…pa…" Laura said, her voice choked with tears.
"Nate….Half-pint…I want you to go home" pa managed to get out. "You hear me? I want you to go home"
Nate looked at his father helplessly as Laura looked around to see the work that pa had tried to do, which was lifting heavy bags.
"Come on" Laura said, tugging on her brother's arm. "We'll do it"
Nate and Laura jumped up and dragged one heavy bag across the room and put it with the rest of them. Then they went back to get another.
And then suddenly there were strong arms taking the bag away from them.
Nate and Laura looked and saw almost every man in town there to help.
Well, Nate thought. I was wrong. Moving here was probably the best idea pa's ever had.
He put an arm around his sister and they both smiled as they watched the men help each other. Nate turned to pa and saw that his father was grinning.
Moving to this town really was a good idea.
"I was worried sick about you!" ma cried later on when Nate, Laura and Charles returned home.
"Sorry, ma" Nate apologized.
"We had to try and help pa" Laura added.
"And they were fine helpers" Charles chuckled, hugging his children close to him.
"I'll tell you everything later, Caroline" pa said. "Right now, I'm starving!"
"So am I!" Laura said.
Ma smiled. "Well, lucky for you, I just baked my famous apple pie"
"Yum" pa smiled.
As they went into the house, Nate thought of something.
"Laura was right" he said.
"About what, son?" Charles asked.
Nate grinned. "Home really is the nicest word there is!"
Okay, so that concludes chapter 1. I'm sorry for my terrible grammar, but I'm pretty tired and should be getting to bed soon. Review and tell me what you think!