A/N: Its my FIRST Home Improvement story! Yay! I'm so excited to share this with you! Hope you enjoy! Please Read and Review! -Vintag

Time: Around season one and two.

Prologue

Mark's POV

"If Brad hadn't been so stupid, we wouldn't be in this." Randy said to me kicking the snow with his boot. I didn't answer back, as we kept walking, dragging the sled behind us with Brad on it. Brad groaned.

"Its just his leg." I said. Randy rolled his eyes at me.

"You don't understand, dork. He got cut, that means that he could have an infection." I felt my eyes widen.

"Are you sure you don't need my coat, Randy?" I asked. Randy had given Brad his winter coat to Brad since our older brother was shivering.

"You need it." Randy answered still looked on the trail. I looked up at the snow clouds. "We have to get home before Dad comes home." That's when I realized that I forgot to tell him...

"Oh!" Randy dropped the sled rope. We stood still at the bottom of the next hill.

"What did you do?" He demanded.

"I... I forgot to tell you that...um... Dad told me that he was coming home early to surprise Mom." Randy slapped his forehead in fustration.

"Aww, Mark! Do you know what time it is?" I shook my head. "I don't know but when we left it was two... so..."

"Doesn't Brad have a wristwatch?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah. Hold this." He handed me his rope as he gently lifted Brad's sleeve.

"What time is it?" Randy's shoulders slumped.

"Mom's going to kill us!" He exclaimed. My eyes widened.

"She is?" Randy looked at me and punched my shoulder playfully.

"No, you doofus." He stopped, acting like he was thinking. "Well, maybe she'll kill Brad first!" Tears stung my eyes. Randy looked at me closely. "Are you crying?"

"I don't want him to die, Randy." I sniffed.

"We have to be brave. Why don't you hop onto the sled while I haul it up." I shook my head.

"Its too much weight for you." Randy laughed.

"How about we haul the sled up and then we can all go sliding down so we'll

come home faster." I nodded since I had no other ideas.

We were half way up the hill when I asked Randy, breathless, "Do you think Brad will be okay?" He looked at me, then looked away.

"Yeah, Mark, I think he'll be okay."

A/N: What will happen next? R&R to find out!