Hello all, King Reeses here.

This is my first attempt at a Little House on the Prairie story. This is based off the TV series and not the books. I notice in the show that people don't have the best grammar and not a lot of people went to school back during those days. So I will be writing using words like ain't and other bad grammar when certain people speak.

Some things will remain canon, but there will be some changes. Chapters will be labled episodes and will have short episode summaries.

This series will start during season 1, so Mary will have her eyesight and Carrie will talk like a baby.

Disclaimer: I don't own Little House on the Prairie. I just own my OCs and story ideas.

Story Title: Little House on the Prairie: The Boy from the Future

Story Summary: A Wisconsin man who loves exploring abandoned places receives new safety gear and decides to go explore an abandoned farmhouse. While exploring, he falls through a collapsing floor. Things get weird when he wakes up in Post-Civil War 19th Century, but he's also no longer an adult. He's forced to learn the ways of the 19th century and learn to be a kid again. He decides to take on a new identity when asked what his name is.

Season 1: Episode 1: Boy from the Future

Episode Summary: A young man finds himself in the 19th century after an exploration of a farmhouse gone wrong then realizes that he's a little boy again. When asked who he is, he takes on the identity of Sitala King Reese McLaurin.

'Queue Little House on the Prairie TV Show opening song'

Charles Ingalls is seen plowing his fields using his main horse.

The scene turns to Caroline Ingalls gathering water from the creek using two wooden buckets.

The next scene consists of Laura and Mary Ingalls racing through the grass.

The music changes to a low toned sinister beat as Sitala and Carrie run from Oleson's Mercantile with an angry Mrs. Oleson in hot pursuit with a wooden strap.

'The music ends with Mrs. Oleson running out of breath and unable to catch the two kids.'

Janesville, Wisconsin. 2018

The late winter/early spring wind blew calmly through the cloudy Wisconsin sky. A chorus of engines were heard as cars and trucks rolled along the concrete streets. Spring time was lagging behind as the air was still cold and people still needed to turn on the heat in order to keep themselves warm. Several trees hadn't started growing leaves yet, while some had just a few leaves. Several parts of the grass was still covered with snow, but not nearly enough for kids to go out to build a snowman. All the sidewalks and street corners were completely clear of snow.

A white house converted into a four unit apartment complex sat proudly at one street corner sat proudly as the parallel traffic drove up and down the street. For one occupant in this apartment complex, he was about to have one interesting day.

We're Not Gonna Take It by Twisted Sister began playing in the background.

Standing in the bathroom of one of the apartments was an African American young man in his late twenties or early thirties. He was busy brushing this teeth. After finishing with that, he spat the paste into the sink and rinsed his mouth out with mouthwash.

There was a knock at the door, which caused the man to get startled, "Shit!" he shouted before quickly rinsing the toothpaste off of his beard. There was another knock at the door, which made the man a bit annoyed, "I'm coming!"

The man quickly ran towards the front door, unlocked it and opened it. Standing on the other side of the door was a middle aged heavy set man wearing a UPS uniform. He was holding a large box in his hands and he had a digital machine that required a signature, "Are you Quincy Washington?" he asked.

The young man now known as Quincy nodded his head, "Yes, that's me," he replied.

"I just need you to sign this, please," the UPS man said.

Quincy grabbed the device and the electronic pen and signed his name. He handed the pen and machine bck to the delivery man.

The UPS man then handed Quincy his package, "Thank you sir," he said, "Have a good rest of your day."

The UPS man turned around and walked down the three steps and Quincy shut the door and locked it again. The song that was playing in the background had ended, leaving the apartment in dead silence. Quincy walked over to his couch and placed the package on the far right end before heading back into the bathroom to finish up. He groomed his beard then made his way into the bedroom and picked up the remote, "Alexa, turn on Playstation Vue," he said.

"This is Playstation Vue," the Alexa voice on the Amazon Fire TV Box said back before opening up app.

Destination America popped up and it was airing Amish Haunting.

Quincy then went back into the living room to check the contents of the package, "Well, I hope everything's here," he said to himself as he proceeded to open the box. He pulled out the Amazon slip with the contents ordered and he tossed it aside before pulling out the three layers of bubble wrap. Without any hesitation, he began popping the bubble wrap, but realized he was wasting time. The first thing Quincy pulled out was an orange safety helmet with yellow zigzag streaks on the sides. The next item was a pair of safety goggles, then a safety mask and safety gloves. There was also a thick layered long sleeved safety suit and disinfectant spray, "Well, everything's here."

Now satisfied that all the items were there, Quincy went back into the other room to finish getting ready for the day.

Quincy entered the Lion's Quick Mart convenience store and he was wearing an orange Reese's winter coat, due to it still being cold outside. He had a miniature white shopping cart with him and he had a white cane with him, due to him being visually impaired. There were no other customers in the store at the time and the woman working behind the counter looked at the new arrival, "Quincy, what brings you out here during this time?" she asked, "You're usually here late at night."

Quincy turned his attention to the lady working the counter, "I could ask you the same thing, Lynn," he replied in a smart ass tone, "But anyway, my package came earlier than I expected, so now I'm just getting some last minute supplies."

Quincy then placed his cart at the side counter out of the way of other shoppers that may enter the store. Quincy first made his way to the back of the store where the bottles of soda were kept. He grabbed a few bottles of Vanilla Coke and a few bottles of Mountain Dew Pitch Black before heading back to the front.

Lynn gave Quincy her 'already?' look, "Are you out of sodas already?" she asked as she began ringing up the sodas.

"No, I just wanted a couple of flavors that I can't get here in cans," Quincy replied, "So what brings you here this early?"

"Well, the person that usually works this shift got sick, so I was asked to fill in at the last minute," Lynn replied.

Quincy then made his way over to another cooler where all the pre made cold cut sandwiches and pre cooked spaghetti dinners were kept. He grabbed two spaghetti dinners that had shredded cheese on top with sausages and a few double roast beef and cheddar cold cut sandwiches with lettuce on them and brought them over to the counter. After that, made his way down another aisle and grabbed two bags of trail mix and a box of Fruity Pebbles and Cinnamon Toast Crunch before heading back to the counter to drop those items off. After dropping those items off, he made his way to the ice machine and grabbed two bags of ice. He then made his way back to the counter and placed the two bags of ice next to his other items.

Lynn began ringing up the remainder of the items, "Is that all you're getting today?" she asked.

"Yeah, that's all for today," Quincy replied.

Lynn finished ringing up all the items and began bagging them, "Your total is $49.82," she said.

Quincy went into his left pocket and pulled out his debit card and swiped it through the card slot on the machine. He pressed the credit button on the touch screenand a receipt printed out of the register after giving the approved sign.

Lynn handed Quincy a separate receipt and a pen, "I need you to sign," she said.

Quincy grabbed the pen and signed his name before handing Lynn her store's copy. She gave Quincy his copy and he put it into his coat pocket. Quincy then placed all his newly bought items into his personal shopping cart.

"What are you going to do today, Quincy?" asked Lynn.

"Well, now that I got my safety gear, I'm going to go on an urbex camping trip," Quincy replied, "That's why I got all this stuff. With it still being chilly outside, the ice will last much longer and I have several cans of Sterno to keep warm in my tent. My first stop is going to be that old abandoned farmhouse. Ever since I saw it online, I had to explore it."

"You better be careful," said Lynn, "I don't want you getting yourself hurt."

"I'll be fine," said Quincy, "My eyesight may suck, but I'll be alright."

Quincy proceeded to leave, but Lynn stopped him, "Oh wait, I forgot to ask you," she started, "Were you able to get Freddie's Comeback seasoning?"

Quincy turned around, "Yes, I bought a shit ton," he replied, "I was pissed when Freddie decided to sell Bros Gyros. But at least I bought enough of his seasoning to last a lifetime. It was expensive, but damn worth it."

Lynn laughed, "I just hope the food taste just as good under the new owner," she said.

"Me too," said Quincy, "But I better get home before this ice starts to melt."

"Okay, you have a safe camping trip," said Lynn.

Quincy now had everything packed as he left the apartment and locked up. He had a large gray backpack, which housed his food. He had a smaller blue shoulder bag, which housed his sleeping bag, his tent and his safety gear. And in his right hand was his white cane.

Quincy walked the half block towards the bus stop and waited for the city bus to come. After a few minutes of waiting, the city bus came and he entered the bus. After paiying the bus fair, Quincy sat down in the front seat and placed his bags down next to him. The bus doors shut and Quincy looked out the window and watched as the bus drove away from his block and he went off into his own little world.

After a good forty five minutes of bus riding and walking, Quincy had finally reached his first destination. He reached the old farmhouse, which was in really bad shape. Quincy took this time to hide behind some bushes and out of traffic and change into his safety gear. Quincy waited until there was no incoming traffic before he quickly made his way towards the abandoned farmhouse. He entered through the old wooden door, which was practically falling off the hinges. Once inside the abandoned house, there was an old broken couch sitting against the wall, which had some holes in it. An old tube TV with the screen caked in dust sat across from the couch and next to the tv was a broken bookshelf. The floor had mold on it.

"Thank goodness I prepared myself first," Quincy said to himself.

Quincy slowly walked deeper into the farmhouse and proceeded towards the stairs. The stairs didn't look safe, so he decided to skip going upstairs. He then went into the kitchen. The kitchen table was still intact, but very dirty. The refrigerator was also intact as well as the stove. Quincy then decided to go towards the back room and as he continued to walk, he felt the floor collapsing from underneath him.

Quincy tried to move out of the way, but he wasn't quick enough, "WHOA SHIT!" he shouted.

He collapsed through the floor.

The sound of wheels could be heard rolling against the ground and horses could be heard whinnying as their hooves walked.

"Whoa," a deep voice said.

The animals stopped and a set of footsteps could be heard stepping down onto the ground.

"Charles, look over there!" a second man said in a frantic tone.

"What is it, Isaiah?" the first man known as Charles asked.

Quincy's eyes opened and his sight was blurry. He heard the men walking towards him and when his sight finally cleared up, he found himself in the middle of a field. Standing over him was a man wish short dark brown hair and a matching full beard. He was wearing a white shirt under black suspenders and brown boots. The second man had shaggy dark brown curly hair and he was wearing a black shirt and blue jean suspenders and black boots. Next to them was a team of two horses hitched to a buggy.

'Oh great, I got caught exploring property owned by the Amish," Quincy thought.

"Boy, are you alright?" the man with the full beard asked.

This confused Quincy. He was not a boy, "I'm not a bo-" Quincy began to panic now. He no longer had a deep voice. Instead he had a child's wee voice. He touched his face, and sure enough, his full beard was gone. Instead, his face was smooth with absolutely no trace of facial hair ever growing there, "My beard!"

Both men let out a loud laugh. Quincy didn't find it funny at all.

He began to panic. He didn't know what to do, "Where am I?!" he asked.

"We're near Walnut Grove, Minnesota," the man with no beard answered, "What's your name, son?"

Quincy went into deep thought. He didn't know these people and he didn't trust them either. At the same time, here he was as a kid again and in a different place, "I'm Sitala King Reese McLaurin, or just Sitala."

Both men smiled and the man without a beard spoke next, "Nice to meet you, Sitala," he said and helped the kid to his feet, "I'm Charles Ingalls and this is my friend Mr. Edwards."

"It's good to meet you, Sitala," Mr. Edwards said, "Now what are you doin all the way out here?"

"I was exploring an abandoned farmhouse and the next thing I knew, I fell through the floor," Sitala replied.

Both Charles and Mr. Edwards had looks of disbelief on their faces.

"Boy, ain't no house out here," said Mr. Edwards, "Do ya have family nearby?"

Sitala stood still as both Charles and Mr. Edwards awaited an answer. He took a breath and finally gave his reply, "No, I don't have family nearby," he replied.

"If ya ain't got any family in the area, then where're ya from?" asked Mr. Edwards.

"I'm from Wisconsin," said Sitala, "I was born in Milwaukee, but currently live in Janesville."

Both Charles and Mr. Edwards walked a few feet away from Sitala to talk amongst themselves. The two came back after a few minutes and Charles looked at the newcomer, "I tell you what," he started, "Why don't you come with us back into town."

Sitala was hesitant, but nodded his head. He climbed into the wagon and Charles and Mr. Edwards got in front and Charles began driving the buggy.

Mr. Edwards looked in the back, "Say, Sitala, how old are you?" he asked.

"I'm 31," Sitala replied.

Sitala's reaction caused the two in the front to burst into laughter, "Ha, ha, ha, ha!" they both laughed at the same time.

Charles was holding his side and caught his breath for a minute, "31? Ha ha ha," he laughed, "You only look just months older than Half-Pint."

This only confused Sitala, "Who is Half-Pint?" he asked with a puzzled look written all over his face.

The laughter had finally stopped and Charles answered, "You'll meet Half-Pint soon enough," he said.

Mr. Edwards started looking at Sitala funny, "Boy, why your eyes movin' like that?" he asked.

This caught Sitala off guard. Sure enough, he still had his visual impairment from before. He was used to people assuming the worst without asking questions first. It wasn't often that someone would actually ask questions rather than assume. This alone earned Mr. Edwards points with Sitala, "Oh, it's a part of my eye condition," he said, "My eyes have been moving like that my whole life."

Mr. Edwards and Charles both seemed satisfied with Sitala's answer.

The buggy pulled up to a property that consisted of a small brown house with the point of the roof sticking up near the far left part of the little house. The rest of the roof slanted down as it went further down. Next to the little house was the barn and a place to keep chickens.

Sitala looked up at the sky, and he could tell that it was sometime between late afternoon or early evening.

The buggy came to a complete halt and Charles turned to Sitala, "Everyone should be home now," he said, "Come in and meet the family."

Sitala nodded, grabbed his cane and got out of the buggy. He followed Charles and Mr. Edwards towards the house. Charles opened the wooden door and the inside of the house consisted of wooden flooring, a simple rectangular table in the center of the room, a fireplace to the left with a mantle. The small kitchen area which consisted of a wood stove and a pot of water to the right of that.

There was a latter that led to a loft of some sort and two small separate rooms downstairs, one obviously being for Charles and his wife and the other for a kid.

Standing in the kitchen/common area was a young woman in either her late twenties or early thirties with brown hair tied in a tight bun. She was wearing a white old school top and a long black dress and had on a white bonnet. She was holding a little girl, who appeared to be about three or four years old at the most. Standing next to the woman was a girl with long blonde hair and blue eyes and she appeared to be about 11 or 12 years of age, and next to her was a girl with long dark hair that was braided in pigtails. She appeard to be about eight or nine years old.

The people occupying the house were all confused, but Charles quickly stepped in, "Caroline, me and Mr. Edwards were on our way back here when we found him," he stated, "Family, this is Sitala McLaurin. Sitala, this is my wife, Caroline, the girl she's holding is my daughter Carrie and next to her are my daughters Mary and Laura."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Sitala," said Caroline.

Laura had a look of curiosity in her eyes and she was eager to start asking questions, "Wow, a black boy!" she said with excitement in her voice.

Caroline got a scolding look on her face, "Laura, don't be rude," she warned.

"It's fine," said Sitala, "Black or African American is fine."

"Why are you carrying that stick for?" asked Mary.

"Oh, it's called a cane," said Sitala, "It's a tool to identify to people that I don't see very well."

Sitala's stomach growled loudly, which caused everyone to laugh. When the laughter died down, Caroline had a smile on her face, "Sitala, why don't you stay for supper," she suggested, "And don't try to argue with me that you're intruding. Your stomach would disagree with you."

Everyone was now gathered around the dinner table. Charles sat at one end of the table, while Caroline sat at the other end. Mary and Mr. Edwards sat next to one another on one side, but Sitala was sandwiched in between Laura and Carrie. Laura and Carrie seemed to take quickly to Sitala.

Dinner consisted of fried chicken, dinner rolls, mashed potatoes, green beans, lemonade for the kids and coffee for the adults.

"Let us bow our heads for the blessing," said Charles.

This caused Sitala to become very uncomfortable. He waited until everyone's heads were bowed and eyes were shut before he raised his own head.

"Thank you lord for this meal and for another good day," said Charles, "And thank you for bringing Sitala into our lives. Amen."

After the prayer ended, Sitala was given a couple of drumsticks, a dinner roll, mashed potatoes and green beans. He also had a cup of lemonade. After that, everyone else was served. Everyone then started digging in and Sitala took a bite of the chicken first.

He finished what he had in his mouth and looked at Caroline, "Wow, this is really good!" he exclaimed.

Caroline beamed with pride when she heard that, "I'm glad you enjoy it," she said, "So Sitala, Charles says you're from Wisconsin."

Sitala nodded his head, "Yeah, I was living in a place called Janesville," he replied, "It's a city located right near the Illinois border in the south central part of Wisconsin. Before then, I lived in a place called Wausau, a city in north central Wisconsin. I was born in Milwaukee, though."

"What year were you born?" asked Charles.

"I was born on June 18th, 1986," said Sitala.

Everyone in the room looked at Sitala strangely.

"Um, did I say something wrong?" asked Sitala.

"Sitala, you're not making any sense at all," said Charles, "It's 1876."

Now Sitala had a panicked look on his face. Did he die when he fell through that floor? Was he in some deep sleep? He was hoping more for the latter. He calmed himself down and continued to eat the food in front of him.

"Maybe if he gets some rest, he'll snap out of it," said Charles.

Carrie was busy playing with her green beans and was making them jump. Caroline didn't approve of that, "Carrie, don't play with your vegetables," she ordered.

"Bad!" shouted Carrie.

This made Sitala relax and actually laugh, "Hahaha, we might have to start calling you Jumpin' Bean," he said.

Mary didn't take kindly to that, "Hey, don't pick on her," she said with a bit of anger in her voice.

"Jumpin' Bean, Yay!" Carrie exclaimed and tossed her hands into the air.

Laura smiled, "I think Carrie likes the nickname, Jumpin' Bean," she said, "Pa calls me Half-Pint."

"Ah, so that's who your dad was referring to when he said I was around your age," said Sitala, "Not a bad nickname."

Laura smiled, "Thank you," she said before turning to Mary, "Mary, why are you so quiet?"

Mary let out a sigh, "I don't know," she replied, "I'm just tired, I guess."

Dinner finished up after ten minutes and everyone was getting tired.

"Well, I best get goin'" said Mr. Edwards, "Thanks for the meal, Charles."

"You're welcome, Isaiah," said Charles.

Mr. Edwards got up and left. After he left, Charles turned to Sitala.

"Sitala, I'll show you where you'll be staying for the night," he said, "In the morning, you'll have you registered for school."

Charles and Sitala were now in a small little sod house, which consisted of a single bed and a shelf with a kerosene lamp.

"I'll be back in the morning to check on you," said Charles, "You get some rest now."

Charles left the sod house and shut the door behind him. Once he was out of there, Sitala let out a long sigh, "Only porter potties for bathrooms, no electricity and now I'm a 31 year old stuck in a 10 year old's body? Shit, and that's not all. I somehow traveled 142 years into the past. Hopefully I'll wake up back where I belong."

That's it for this episode.

I've been binge watching the Little House TV series for the past couple months, so I started this. I may not be a Christian, but I do like the show.

My OC will be having more things from his time so that the people of Walnut Grove won't think he's crazy.

The reason behind Carrie's nickname was because during the earlier parts of the series, every time I saw her, the name Jumpin' Bean just fits her.

Bye for now.