Title: Chip-Whipped

Summary: Spike is kidnapped, Riley is a jackass (as usual) and Angel even steps in to help his wayward childe, (because he is spike's sire...really) however grudgingly.

Pairings: Buffy/Spike, unfortunate mentioning of Buffy/Riley, some forced Faith/Spike

Spoilers: Season 4 when Spike was all nice and chipped still.

Warnings: Some rough treatment, a Sad Angel, Riley (oh yes, that needs a warning) Probably some naughty words.

A/N: I thought of the title while watching the show – like, heh, spike is chipwhipped. Lo and behold a story is born.

No blood. There was never any blood when he really wanted it. Spike snuggled down into his armchair and went over his options. He could go ask Buffy, but inwardly cringed at the thought. His pride had been trampled the last couple months, but there was only so far he could go and going to Buffy to beg for blood was dancing along that line. He could go to Willy's , but besides the fact that he wasn't welcome by other demons, he was flat broke. Well he could ask Buffy for money, that wasn't quite as bad, but still. He sighed. He was a vampire Damnit. He struck out with his foot knocking over the table in front of his armchair.

"Bloody sodding chip." Where else? He could go to one of the slayerettes but that was almost worse than going to Buffy. Bloody hell. He rolled out of the chair and walked towards the door. He was almost there when it flew open, hitting him. He thudded against the wall and slid painfully to the ground. Buffy stomped into the room.

"Spike where are you? Get your scrawny ass out here, now!"

Spike sighed as he pushed himself to his feet, "Over here luv."

She whirled in surprise and shoved him against the wall, grabbing his shirt. She drew back and punched him in the nose.

"Bloody hell Buffy!" He raised his hands to his nose.

"I need information Spike, and I need it now." She pulled back and made to hit him again.

"Wait, wait, wait!" She held her fist back waiting, "You ever think to ask before you hit me? I just might help."

She paused thinking and then hit him, "Nah." She waited a second, "You're coming with me, we need help."

She ignored his mumbled agreement that she did indeed need help as she dragged him out by the sleeve. A few steps out of his crypt he pulled his sleeve out of her hand with a huff. He wouldn't let her pull him around like a puppy. He wasn't completely chip-whipped.

They walked in silence and he absently rubbed his nose where she had hit him. Suddenly he was angry. He stopped and she took a few more steps before she realized and she turned towards him. "Come on Spike, we don't' have time for this." She reached for him again but he pulled away.

"Wait! Wait just a bloody goddamn minute." He stomped his foot, a childish act of anger but he was beyond caring. "I live my own life, I have for damn near 200 years. Some bloody chip isn't going to turn me into some nancy boy poof!"

She sighed, the last thing she needed was to deal with his ego, but he was standing there with his jaw set. "Spike- I- fine, I'll pay you okay? You aren't some pet because of the-"

"Who the bloody hell said anything about me being a pet!?"

She winced, she so wasn't helping. "Spike." The word was a statement. She tried a new tactic, looking up at him with wide eyes, "Spike, we- I- need you to help me."

He was still bristling about the pet comment and tried to muster anger now. He tried to talk, but couldn't. He knew she was playing to his emotions, playing on the fact that he loved her, but he couldn't summon the anger to object. He looked away, suddenly emotional. She reached for him, taking his hand instead of his sleeve and he let her.

He choked out the words, "Blood. If I help you I want blood."

Buffy wasn't used to the lack of confidence in his voice, "Sure Spike."

He looked up at her, his eyes too bright. He couldn't be crying, could he? "You know what they call me, don't you?"

Of course she did, but she shrugged, "Big Bad?"

He winced, not liking to remember the name he used to be called. He laughed at himself derisively. "Yeah, Big Bad, they used to... I used to..." he trailed off and then seemed to snap out of it, "They call my Buffy's bloody pet vampire!"

"Spike-"

"Bloody defanged and helpless. The other night I got mugged... bloody mugged! By two human blokes no less. The only thing that saved me was-" he realized his voice was rising and he calmed down, lowering it, "was that the one sodding bloke said if they hurt the slayer's bloody pet vampire there would be hell to pay."

Buffy looked at him in a new light, she had no idea. She couldn't even imagine what he was going through. He had gotten mugged by two humans, her poor Spike. She was glad the chip was there, she had grown fond of him and would hate to have to stake him, but he shouldn't be getting mugged. She suddenly thought back to when the council had taken her powers on her 18th birthday and how helpless she had felt.

She still held his hand and used it to pull him closer to her. He wouldn't meet her eyes, he hadn't meant to tell her about the mugging, he had just gotten carried away. He took a deep breath and looked at her. He tried to talk twice before he was able to get past the tightening in his throat, "Buffy- er, Slayer, just- please don't' tell the others." He winced at the sound of his own voice, when did he become so pathetic? He tried again, "I mean, you bloody well better not tell them or I- or else-"

"I won't." She cut in before he finished the threat.

He straightened his shoulders, "That's more like it."

There was suddenly a noise behind them and someone emerged from the bushes. Spike whirled, first already flying. HE connected solidly with someone' chin and the person went flying back.

As quickly as he hit him, the searing pain went through his brain, "Ahhh!" He put his hands to his forehead, trying to ease the pain. He looked over, one hand still on his forehead to see Buffy helping up Xander, "Oh, bollocks."

They walked towards him and he stood holding his position in a very defensive stance.

"He hit me."

He eased his stance, trying to look nonchalant, "Yeah, well, no thank needed."

Buffy stood a little to the side, watching. Xander moved next to Spike, "You hit me."

Spike looked over Xander at Buffy, "I didn't know it was him Slayer."

Xander reached out to shove his shoulder, "You're talking to me here, mate."

Spike looked him up and down before smirking, "Sod off."

Xander punched him. Spike's head snapped to the side as he made a surprised sound. He looked back to Xander and his vamp face came out. He snarled and took a step forward.

"Spike." It was Buffy's voice and he paused before shaking off his demon face.

He glared at Xander, "If it wasn't for this chip-"

"Ah but, there is the chip, isn't there?" He punched him again, snapping Spike's head back.

"Oh bloody hell... you bloody wankers!" He threw his hands up in frustration and turned his back to them.

Xander was hitting him. Xander, the person he could have beaten with his eyes closed.

"Xander why are you here?" She glanced at Spike, he was turned away from them, his muscles tensed.

"Giles was getting worried."

"About me getting Spike?"

Spike tilted his head slightly. Giles had been worried about her with him... well that was just... neat.

Xander laughed, "Worried? About him? Yeah, that's it, the harmless lovesick chip boy, oh yeah, real worried about that. Right, anyways, no. Remember there is still actually dangerous bad guys out there."

Spike spoke up indignantly, "I am dangerous."

They ignored him and Buffy motioned Xander away, "Alright, I get it, we're coming."

"What, I don't' get to walk with you guys?"

"Xander, we'll be right there."

"Alright, alright." He walked past Spike and slowed for a second and spoke, his voice derisive, "Spike."

Buffy could see him clench his fists as Xander left. "Spike-"

"I'm sorry Buffy, I didn't know it was him."

"I know you didn't."

"I mean he's bloody creeping- oh."

She took his hand again and reached up to brush away the tears of frustration on his cheeks. "Come on, we need to go."

They started to walk and he waited for her to pull her hand away from his, but she didn't.

He was watching their hands, a hopeful look on his face when suddenly two vampires appeared in front of them. He went into game face but found himself being pushed behind her to a 'safe' spot like he had seen her do so many times with Willow or Xander. She charged forward; stake already out, "Uh, Luv-"

"Stay back where you won't get hurt Spike."

His first thoughts were ecstatic that she cared about him, but then he actually took in what she said. "But Buffy-" He moved forward but she had already taken care of the vamps.

She turned to him and he curled his tongue behind his teeth, his version of amusement, "Those were vampires pet."

"I know and don't call me that."

"I can fight those."

She looked at him, confusion on her face just before realization hit, "Oh, that's right. Sometimes I forget you can take care of yourself at all." At his expression she shook her head. Damn, contents of mouth, one foot.

"Oh yeah, and- and like your little soldier boy can protect himself all that well either."

He was on his butt, his hand to his jaw before he even understood she had hit him. He looked up, ah yes, that was because she hadn't hit him, her little soldier toy had. He glared down at Spike before going to talk to Buffy.

Spike rubbed his jaw as he climbed to his feet, his anger almost making him lose control over his vamp side. He struggled to control it, it was just humiliating knowing he couldn't bite. Vamping out merely showed an inability to control himself.

He stood awkwardly to one side and watched as he kissed her lightly. It was too much for him to see and he looked away.

Riley pulled back and smirked at Spike, but he was already looking the other way. He walked up to him and grabbed him by the collar of his leather duster and started to pull him. Spike dug his heels into the ground, but Riley still pulled.

"Riley, what are you doing to Spike?"

"We need to hurry – I'm moving him."

Buffy sighed, you could choke on the testosterone in the air. "Riley you don't have to pull him, he was already going."

Riley grudgingly let go and Spike smiled, "Yeah, that's a good soldier boy, you take order well." Riley backhanded him hard enough to knock him back to the ground and Spike was reminded that the soldier packed more of a punch than Xander.

He looked up at he wiped at his bloody nose. He pushed to his feet, his eyes blazing. "I don't have to take this-"

"Yes you do, you-"

"No! I don't!" He started backing away, "Maybe I'll just leave."

Riley grabbed him by the lapel of his coat on both sides, bringing him off his toes a little, slightly choking him, not that he had to breathe. "And maybe we'll just put you on a leash. Then I can drag you back to the initiative and who knows, maybe we'll train ya. You know, our own personal domesticated vampire."

Spike glared up at him and Riley met his stare. He tried to stare him down, but the bigger man wasn't budging. Spike made a sound of disinterest and looked away, breaking the stare.

Buffy shook her head, she didn't mind harassing Spike a little but this was cruel. Her voice held a warning, "Riley."

He ignored her, "Yeah, we'll give you a nice little black collar. Just think, you can spend the rest of your life drinking pig's blood, locked in a cage."

She moved to them, resting her hand on his wrist, "Riley."

He glanced at her, "Why are you helping him-"

"Riley, let him go. Let it go. He already backed down Riley, look, he wont' even look you in the eyes."

She caught Spike's eyes and urged him not to push Riley. Spike kept his eyes adverted but she could tell how much it cost him. His fists were clenched and his shoulders were tense.

Suddenly there was a male scream of fear from the woods that sounded a lot like... "Xander!"

Buffy took off after the scream, Riley moments behind her, Spike already forgotten.

Spike watched them go and shrugged his shoulders. Stupid scoobies. He was in no rush to go help them. He could go back to his crypt, but if Buffy needed him now she would need him later and come back and get him. She wouldn't be as gentle the next time though. For a few seconds and image popped in his head of him collared and leashed. He cursed it and shook his head to get rid of the image.

He looked around trying to decide if he should just wait where they had left him or maybe go look for them, perhaps go find Giles. He heard a crunch behind him and whirled, knowing it was vampires. There were three of them. They circled him slowly and the front one spoke, "We finally meet Spike. You're coming with us."

Spike straightened his back, "Like hell I am."

That's when he heard it, 6 more surrounding him, but they weren't vamps, they were human.

"Bloody hell." He tried to back away but he was entirely surrounded. He suddenly ran trying to break through the lines, but they caught him. Vampire and human hands were on him. He couldn't fight back, not knowing who was demon or human.

"Buffy!" He screamed her name as loud as he could, fear tinting it.

"Someone cover his mouth before the slayer hears!"

He was thrown to the ground roughly and felt something shoved in his mouth. His hands were already shackled behind his back. He vamped, but what ever was stuck in his mouth wouldn't let him bite. He kicked out wildly and connected solidly. He felt no pain in his head and thanked all that was real that he had hit a vampire. He tried his luck a second time, but knew as soon as the pain exploded in his head he was out of luck.

He screamed in pain through the gag in his mouth and they took advantage of it. A bandana was wrapped around his eyes, butting off his sight and then his ankles were shackled. They picked him up despite his struggling and he did the only ting he could think of. He tried to scream for Buffy, only muffled sounds making it through, no loud enough to be heard but still he screamed for her, over and over.

They found Xander laying on the ground and Buffy approached carefully, "Xander?"

He opened his eyes and looked up. She put her hand out and he took it sheepishly, "I'm okay. A vamp ran out and knocked me down, he ran off after I yelled."

"Why would he just run off?"

"I don't know."

Riley glanced around and then something clicked, "He was probably a distraction."

"But for what?"

"Buffy!" They all looked in the direction of the scream. Buffy instantly recognized the voice.

"Spike." She took off in his direction, running as fast as she could, Riley right behind her. He had heard the fear too.

They got to where they had left him and there were obvious signs of a struggle. They quickly looked around, but he was nowhere to be found.