The Sneaky Ice Cream
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Summary: Snippets of Aimee Sanders, the youngest slayer, being raised the scooby way.
Buffy was not meant to be a babysitter.
When she was little all her pets...met not so great ends. And when she turned thirteen and asked to be a babysitter since all her friend did it to get money, her mom blanched and almost fainted. If that wasn't a sign, Buffy didn't know what one was.
And yet, despite vigorous protest...she had to watch Aimee Sanders-Lehane. That wasn't even the worst part. It was the glare of death Faith sent her while warning that if a hair was so much out of place on Aimee's head, Faith would flay her alive. Buffy momentarily wondered if she had been hanging out with Willow, before sighing frustrated. I am one of the head slayers! I should not have to babysit!
One could wonder why Buffy was so out of sorts. Well, it was because she lost the kid.
Yep, one second there. The other not.
Kids were already tough to raise...a slayer kid was a thousand times harder. One, kids attentions span weren't much better than her own. Two, a slayer kid running off getting curious about every little thing was terrifying and annoying. Annoyingly terrifying. Also with super speed and strength, the kid punishment for being bad had to be a mystical time out corner (created by Willow). If only they could actually catch the kid in the act. Ever since watching Home Alone movies, Aimee's trouble making was...creative to say the least. And Buffy was pretty sure Xander, Dawn and and Andrew were in cohoots with the four year old girl.
"Oh, come on!" Buffy stomped her high heeled foot, snapping the heel. "Where is that kid?"
She had been everywhere. Five times. People were starting to look at her strange, every time she passed by. The Slayer turned, thinking of which was to go when she heard Kennedy's scream.
"WHERE IS MY CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM?!"
That's when a blur of dark curls and pajames ran into Buffy. Buffy was forced back a step by the force and stared at the blue eyed kid, face covered in chocolate mess looking up at her. Aimee stood there like a deer frozen in the headlights before slowly grinning a very Xander-esque sheepish smile.
And Buffy couldn't help it.
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Also for those who read the previous story, and were like why didn't Willow and Buffy find Aimee before then...this story will hold the answer. So stay tuned. :D