Bit of a short chapter, but I'll probably post another one tomorrow. Next chapter will be longer, I promise.

secooper87: Possibly. You'll just have to wait and see...

Mystery Commenter: Good! And here is more for you.

"What do you remember?" Martha asked. They were sitting in the clearing (Martha and Jack had disintegrated two trees so that they could sit on the ashes instead of the glass-sharp dirt) trying to decide what to do next. Legion (or Grem as Martha decided to cal him) would not let them leave the clearing, insisting that they would become Legion and that he needed the Doctor. Now Martha sat on the tree-ashes, realizing how tired she was while Jack stood near the treeline, looking into the dead forest guardingly. Legion sat on the dirt in the center, occasionally peering into the dark, but never looking too concerned.

Grem looked at her and shook his head, his bones making disturbing creaking noises. "I do not remember."

"You remember something," she said gently. "Otherwise you wouldn't think you needed the Doctor."

Grem growled low. "I do not rememeber."

"D'you not like remembering?" Martha asked. A small gust of wind blew through the dead trees, making her shiver and hug herself for warmth.

"It is... painful," Grem replied. He looked at her intensely for a moment. "Are you..." he paused, searching for the word he wanted. "Frightened?"

Martha laughed. "Oh, no. I'm cold."

Grem glanced over at Jack. "The male is not cold."

"I think it's that big jacket he has," Martha said, her teeth chattering.

The noise apparently alarmed Grem, for he stood up and hissed, eyeing her warily.

"It's alright," she soothed. "That happens when you're cold."

He watched her as she shook, his guard going back down. He sat, the tip of his tail tapping the ground every few seconds. "Is it painful?"

"Sort of," Martha said, rubbing her arms to make friction. "I wish we could start a fire. Or at least that I had a warm coat."

"Here," Jack said, coming over to where she sat. "Use mine." He sat down beside her and opened his coat, allowing her to put her arms inside and hug him. She felt much better.

"Okay, I really think we should start making a plan," Jack stated. Martha shivered slightly and he rubbed her side to warm her.

"I agree. We'll have to use stealth since we're outnumbered, but for that to work, we'll need to know where everything is. You wouldn't happen to have infa-red goggles in that jacket, would you Jack?"

Jack laughed. "Fresh out."

"That's a shame," Martha sighed.

"What we need is a layout of where the Doctor is being held," Jack said. "And we need to know exactly where the Doctor and the TARDIS are." He looked up at Grem. "Is there a map... or... anything that'll let us know what we're getting into?"

Grem scowled at him. "No map."

"Well, where on the mountain is the Doctor being kept? And is it a building or a cave? Does it have multiple entrances? Who's holding him? How many of you are guarding him?"

"Too many questions, Jack," Martha said at Grem's distressed head-shaking and low growling.

"Fine. Where on the mountain is the Doctor?" Jack asked impatiently.

"On the mountain," Grem replied.

"WHERE?" Jack asked in exasperation.

Grem barred his teeth at him angrily. "On the mountain. On the top. Center. On the top. On the mountain."

"Okay, in a building or a cave?"

"Building."

"How many rooms?"

Grem growled.

"How. Many. Rooms," Jack snapped, his fists tightening in frustration. Martha couldn't help but feel bewildered at the fact that Jack did not appear in the least bit intimidated by Grem. Yes, he couldn't die, but Grem was a horrible and frightening sight to behold. Just looking at him was difficult without the hair on the back of her neck standing on end.

Grem growled again, turning his head as though he were about to just ignore the questions.

Jack sighed agrily. "Fine. How many doors?"

"One."

"How many are guarding the building?"

Grem paused, scrunching his leathery face as he thought. It almost looked painful for him to think so hard. Finally, he replied, "Sometimes... many. Sometimes none."

"Sometimes none?" Jack asked, his brow raised in surprise.

Grem nodded. "There is nowhere to run."

"Okay, how long are all of them gone for? Can you get us there while they're gone?"

Grem looked at him and both Jack and Martha could swear that he was smiling, although it was extremely difficult to say for sure. "Distraction."

Jack blinked. "What?"

"Legion will not leave unless we are distracted."

"So we'd need a distraction to draw them away?" Martha supplied. Grem nodded the affirmative.

"Fine, we'll work that out in a minute. Now, is the TARDIS in the building?" Jack asked.

"In the mountain," Grem said.

"Okay, good. Do you know what rooms the Doctor and the TARDIS are in?"

"I do not know."

Jack rubbed his face with his hands and looked at Martha. "He's hopeless."

"He is not," Martha said defensively. "He's been very helpful."

"He's only giving us general information. It's like you said; we need details."

"He's trying," Martha said. "He's probably risked a lot helping us. The least you can do is be patient with him."

Jack rolled his eyes, obviously in disagreement, but didn't argue with her. "Okay, so with what we know, we've got this building of unknown dimensions in the center of the mountain." He pulled out a pen from one of his coat pockets and drew two circles- one large to represent the mountain and the other small to represent the building- and then drew an extra line. "There's the door... Hey, Gremlin, which way is the entrance facing?"

Grem looked down at the crude drawing and his scowl seemed to deepen. "West."

Jack looked down at the drawing, then up at the empty black sky and frowned. He looked at Grem with an uncomfortable expression on his face. "And um... which way would that be?"

Grem jutted his head forward to indicate the direction.

Jack corrected his drawing accordingly and then looked up at Martha again. "Alright, so here's the entrance. Now, let's assume the Doctor is being held on the other side of the room. Better to overcompensate. Let's also assume the building is big and it takes us... say... twenty minutes to get in, grab the Doctor and find the TARDIS. We're going to need a big distraction to keep Legion away for that long. Then we have to think about Akdevo-"

Grem whirled around and snapped his jaws at Jack, making him stumble backwards into the sharp dirt.

"Grem!" Martha cried in alarm, moving herself in front of Jack protectively.

At this gesture, Grem backed away as though she had slapped him, lowering his head and looking at her from the corner of his eye. He kept backing away until he was at the trees.

"What the hell was that for?" Jack shouted furiously, picking himself up and brushing away the sharp grains of dirt that had embedded themselves into his skin.

"Do not speak His name!" Grem said. "We do not dare speak His name!"

"It's alright," Martha soothed, standing and holding her hands out in what she hoped was a calming manner. "We won't say it again. It's okay."

Grem slowly walked forward, flicking hateful glares at Jack before returning his gaze to Martha. He came and sat next to her pile of tree-soot, head still hanging low submissively.

With him calm once more, she sat down again and gestured for Jack to do the same.

"Are you just going to pretend that didn't happen?" Jack accused as he sat himself down in front of his drawing again, he too glaring daggers in Grem's direction.

"Don't be a baby. He didn't bite you."

Jack stared wide-eyed at her. "No, but I'm pretty sure he took some skin off of my nose. Stop pretending like he's some lost puppy!"

"I don't," Martha said defensively. She heard a low rumbling from beside her.

"He could kill us in a second," Jack added heatedly.

"He hasn't and he hasn't tried to. Not to mention he's saved our lives twice already."

Jack scowled and looked down at the dirt. He paused for a moment before finally continuing, "Fine, trust him, but don't expect me to. As long as he's here, my gun's going to be out. If he tries to snap at me like that again, I'm going to blow whatever brains he has left out of his skull."

Martha glared at him, but knew he was beyond reasoning on this. She would have to make sure that they both got along, before they killed each other over some silly misunderstanding. She turned to Grem, who was growling in his throat at Jack, his ghostly eyes eerily focused on him. She sighed. "Alright, let's get back to planning, please."

Jack nodded in agreement. "Okay, we need to know where... He is going to be."

"On the mountain," Grem said.

"All the time?" Jack asked, still glaring at the beast.

Grem nodded shortly.

"Is there a way to draw him out?" Martha asked.

Grem thought for a moment. "The destruction of planets draws Him out."

"When he destroys a planet?" Martha asked.

"Yes."

Martha looked at Jack. "We can't wait until then. We want to stop that happening, not use it for our own advantage."

"I don't see how we have much of a choice..."

"No, there has to be another way," Martha said. "We can't just sit around and watch another planet die like that. I won't do it."

Grem stared at her. "Perhaps..."

"Perhaps what?" Martha asked.

"Kill Legion."

"Are you offering?" Jack asked.

Martha glared at him and turned back to Grem. "What do you mean?"

"Kill Legion. Kill His favorite. He will know. He will come."

"His favorite? He has favorites?" Jack asked in surprise. "I thought you all were the same."

"We are-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. You're Legion. But he has a favorite of you. Do you know where to find his favorite?"

"I will draw Legion. I will kill him. I will distract them. Martha will save the Doctor."

"Just Martha, huh?" Jack asked.

Grem scowled deeply at him. "And the male."

"Jack," Martha supplied.

Grem said nothing.

"So, we're supposed to trust that you'll distract your kind so that we can go get the Doctor and the TARDIS?" Jack said coldly. "Yeah, that doesn't sound unreasonable."

"What do you want to do, Jack?" Martha snapped, her patience having run out. "He's helping us."

"Or leading us into a trap."

"What?"

Grem suddenly roared, silencing them both. His eyes locked onto Jack's, but they were not ghostly as they had been mere seconds ago. It was almost as if a fog were clearing. "I need the Doctor! You will save him and bring him to me! He will help me! I NEED THE TIME LORD!" he bellowed, his voice, too, losing its ghastly sound and almost becoming smooth and pleasant.

Jack and Martha stared in wide-eyed stupors as Grem's eyes returned to their ghostly white. When he spoke, the hideous note was restored. "I do not lie," he hissed, settling himself down again.

"Okay, Grem," Jack said slowly, looking at the creature intensely. "You distract them. Martha and I will get the Doctor."

Martha looked at him, surprised. That was the first time he'd said his name.

Grem nodded, huffing and looking back out at the trees.

"Alright... when do we do this?" Martha asked.

"I guess... now."