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This story is No. 2 in the series "Impressionable Young Mind". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Growing up Scooby raised is certainly interesting. *Second in the Impressionable Young Minds Series*

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BtVS/AtS Non-Crossover > Comedy > Cast: Scooby GangcloudleonsgurlFR181616,83026823,5992 Jan 1316 Aug 13Yes


Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy! This is for amusement, only. Discretion is advised. :D

You guys and gals support is awesome. Glad you guys like this so much. The next story in this series will be called "Black Lightning", so keep an eye out.

Summary: Snippets of Aimee Sanders, the youngest slayer, being raised the scooby way.

Pairings: Faith/?, Buffy/?, Xander/Cordelia, Aimee/? (mentions of Bangel, Spuffy, Xaith and more)


I swore to myself this was done, but I had to add some more. It just wouldn't leave me be. So here is another chapter, hopefully this story will stay complete now. :D


Ever since Rona's death, Aimee had withdrawn into herself. Rona had been a big part of Aimee's life, having babysit the younger slayer for several years. The two were close and the young slayer had shoulder the blame on herself. The guilt was literally eating her away and it didn't matter what the Scoobies said to her, Aimee knew that she was at fault in Rona's death. It didn't matter that Rona would have been hunting that monster otherwise, Aimee still felt like she had a big part in it regardless.

Rocking slightly back and forth in her bed, Aimee was so lost in thought that she didn't even notice her mother lingering in the doorway. Faith walked in quietly, and said, "Aimee."

With red rimmed eyes, she looked up at her mom.

"It's not your fault," the Dark Slayer's tone was firm.

"It's my fault, mom," Aimee told her.

"Honey," Faith sat down on the bed, grabbing her daughter chin lightly and making Aimee look up at her. "It's not your fault. While yeah, you did a bad thing about going against the rules, you are not the first to do it. And Rona, she was sent there on a mission. You had no way of knowing that monster was going to be thre."

"I..." Aimee sighed. "I just wished I could have done something."

Finally, the heart of the matter, Faith pulled her arms around her daughter, and held tight. "Bad things happen, even we don't want them to. Even when there's nothing we can do," Faith told her, softly. "And good people die, even when they shouldn't. It doesn't make anyone's fault. It's just a cruel truth of the world."

"Well, it sucks," Aimee's voice trembled.

Faith didn't look down, given her daughter time to wipe the tears away knowing that Aimee didn't like anyone see her cry. After the tears were gone, Faith smiled lightly. "It does. But for right now, there's nothing you can do, Baby Blue. Until we find that thing, there's nothing we can do."

A resolve filled Aimee's heart and she swore that she would be the one the kill that demon, if it was the last thing that she would do. "Now," her mother stated, "no more of this. No more laying around, no more not eating, no more avoiding everyone. You are going to get up, take a shower cause you smell."

"Mom," Aimee groaned, with a roll of her eyes.

"I saw that," Faith smirked, then her face sobered out. "'re going to say to yourself, until you start believing it, 'It's not my fault.'"

Aimee stared at her with wide eyes.

"Say it," Faith ordered.

Aimee's brows crinkled and she gave a sigh. "Mom..."

"I'm waiting," Faith's voice left no room for arguement. "Say 'It's not my fault.'"

There was a beat. Then Aimee finally relented.

"It's not my fault," Aimee parroted her mother's word, but there was no infliction in her voice.

"You better start believing that," Faith stated, firmly. "Don't make me have to beat it into you."

The first smile in a while broke across her face in a while. "Okay," Aimee promised, quietly.

"Good. After your showered, or before, I don't care but for god's sake, clean your room," Faith ordered. "It's a mess, and I'm pretty that whatever is in that pizza box growled at me as I passed by."


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