sadhappygirl: Yeah, he should have. He always seems to want to do it alone and he doesn't get that he doesn't have to. Grem is in this chapter, although only a little. He's not terribly talkative. Haha.

Mystery Commenter: Haha, thanks. Since Akdevor is a very psychic creature, I thought that he should be able to reach out to the Doctor in that manner.

Ayiana89: He's silly like that sometimes. Thank you.

Okay, this chapter is a bite timey-wimey. Things are happening all at once, but from different people's perspectives. I hope it isn't too confusing, but I thought it would be better this way given everything that's going on at the same time. The next chapter is about halfway done and should be up at least by tomorrow night. Oh and don't be confused by not knowing the full plan. I haven't yet revealed it.

Anyway, please enjoy.

Legion prowled the dark landscape, ghost eyes ever vigilent. He said that he would return; this Doctor and that they must be watchful for him. They were also warned of the traitor (they had all howled their hatred and rage at such an idea) which was why they traveled in groups of four.

They knew the planet and on several occasions thought they had found the Doctor's companions, but it was only the traces of them in a cave and a small clearing amongst a forest of dead trees. They howled their frustration and skulked off, growling and snapping at each other restlessly.

And then one group saw him.

The tan coat that he wore was visible to them in the darkness and they howled victoriously. The four of them rushed at him, clawing up chunks of dirt and snarling with anticipation. The Doctor- a good hundred yards away- did not turn to run, but watched them approach. This infuriated them, that he was not afraid, and they charged at him with even more vigor, growling and barring their teeth.

The Doctor lifted an arm, touched his wrist and then, mere seconds before they were upon him, he was gone. They skidded to a halt, shrieking with rage and confusion. They circled the spot where he had been standing, clawing at the dirt, at each other, searching with desperate anger. Then they heard howls from beyond the hill next to them, alerting them that another group had spotted the Doctor. They rushed to join them in the hunt.

They met up with the other group, running alongside them at the Doctor, who stood a short distance away. Again, he raised his hand to his wrist and once again, vanished. The eight Legion stopped and snarled in fury. Then howls alerted them that yet another group had spotted the elusive Doctor and they ran off to join them.

Gradually, the small group went from four, to eight, to twenty-four, to forty-eight until all ninety-seven of them had gathered up a few yards away from the prison. Rarely did they all end up in the same place and with their frustration and rage at its peak, several fights broke out amongst them and ninety-seven turned into ninety-five and would have continued dropping if it hadn't of been for a lone howl. All ninety-five ugly heads looked up, spotting the figure in the middle of the empty plain, not far from them. They howled and rushed at him all at once, thirsting to close their jaws on his tender skin and rip flesh from bone with their claws, thirsty for his blood and to relieve the anger and confusion he had put them through. They sought vengeance.

The Doctor watched them approach, not flinching, not moving, just watching. He made to touch his wrist again and they howled furiously, quickening their pace so as to catch him before he could vanish, but instead, the closest Legion to him saw that he was holding two wires that trailed off to either side.

As the last of the straggler Legion passed several strange-looking trees standing in a long, curving row, the Doctor's face came into view of the Legion ahead and they screeched in outraged wrath.

The man who was not the Doctor grinned as they approached and connected the two wires. Bright, blinding white light flooded the plain , surrounding them in a splotlight. They fell to ground, writhing and screeching in pain, desperately trying to shield their lidless eyes from the light, throwing their paw-hands over their eyes and burying their heads beneath their bodies.

The man grinned, squinting in the light at them. Then, he touched his wrist and vanished.

"Alright... here goes nothing. Wish me luck," Jack said to Martha, throwing on the Doctor's coat and then touching the vortex manipulator on his wrist.

"Good luck," Martha said and smiled at him as he vanished. She turned to Grem, who lowered himself so that she could hop on his back. She didn't want to ride him, as he was terribly uncomfortable, but it was fastest this way. She grabbed one of the jutting bones on his shoulder blade and climbed on top of him. "You ready, Grem?" she asked, patting his side kindly.

He nodded with a little huff. Then he started off, and Martha tightened her grip on him. He was more than capable of outrunning any car, but with how difficult it was to hold onto him (and also hold onto the large bag she was carrying) and stay seated, she prefered a car.

He ran down the large hill the Doctor had dropped them off at and headed to the first town. Grem took them to the front of the town, stopping and glancing around warily.

Martha took the bag off of her shoulder and reached inside, pulling out the large, strange-looking spotlight within. The Doctor had modified it so that it not only shone with regular light, but also ultra-violet and both had been amplified ten times their normal capacity. Taking this, she pointed it into the shadows.

Several screeches and cries of fright erupted forth as the light shone on the hollow faces of the "unfavored" Legion and they began backing away and running off.

"Alright, we've got to be quick, about this," Martha said.

Grem nodded his agreement, chasing after the fleeing Legions. Martha pulled out a metal object from within the bag and put it on the light, narrowing it so that its range was more wide.

Grem dashed into shadows after fleeing Legion, herding them north and out of the town. He quickly chased down stragglers and forced them to the direction he wanted. "Run, run! Flee to your master!" he howled, snapping at a Legion that was moving too slow for his liking.

As though it had been a command, the Legions started running off towards the prison.

"Alright, let's make sure they get there," Martha said and Grem ran off behind them.

It took them longer than she would have liked, but Legion were fast and in fifteen minutes they had the first town cleared and had herded them to the prison.

Where Amara was waiting.

She stood at the ramp of the large cargo ship having just parked now that the canine Legion were too busy chasing Jack around the planet. Martha could see where they were to be held, not far off.

"Alright, here's the first batch," Martha said to her, shining the light at the Legions so that they were forced to move forward.

Amara stood to one side of the ramp and shone the light at the oncoming Legions, forcing them up the ramp and into the cargo ship. "That's about... fifty?" she asked.

"Looks like it," Martha said and then glanced up at the dark, looming shadow of the prison. "Any word from the Doctor yet?"

She shook her head. "Not yet, but look up."

She did and through breaks in the dark black clouds that polluted the sky, she could see a few stars zipping past. "We're on the move."

Amara nodded, shining the light menacingly at the last Legion. She turned to Martha and Grem. "Alright, that was the last one. Bring me the next batch. One down... fourteen to go."

Martha turned off the light and put it back in the bag. She then patted Grem's neck for him to head off.

Slowly, but surely, Martha and Grem rode into each town and corralling the Legions there into the cargo ship. But word of what they were doing had spread to the towns and by the time Martha and Grem had gotten there, they were already fleeing to the prison, seeking sanctuary with their master. This sped things along quite nicely and within thirty minutes, they had over two-thousand Legions in the cargo ship.

By the time she and Grem had returned with the inhabitants of the last town, Jack suddenly appeared beside Amara, wiping his hands against each other. "Great! Finished early. Now to get those things onboard," he said, gesturing with a grimace to the whimpering canine Legions.

Martha got off of Grem's back after she'd herded the last Legion into the cargo ship, patting his head in a "job well done" gesture and went to help Jack set up new lights.

She, Jack and Amara went into the cargo ship to gather what they needed. Several huge boxes had been set up, ready to accept darkness-seeking Legions, who had all clambered into the nearest ones. Jack closed the boxes that had been filled and then went up a ramp towards the cockpit, where he grabbed the last of the lights and brought them back down. Martha and Amara took a few from him and began to set them up so that they would make a wall of light leading from the ship to where the canine Legion were writhing.

Finished, Jack was about to head over to the canine Legion when suddenly there was a burst of fiery light from the topmost part of the prison. Jack ducked instinctively and then looked over as the fire built outward towards the sky and then slowly evaporated.

"The Doctor!" Martha cried in alarm, starting towards the prison door. Grem quickly rushed to block her path, putting his body between her and the prison.

"No," he said. "You must not."

"But-"

"No," Grem said again and then gently nudged her towards Jack with his head. "Help with Legion." He began to nudge her again, but stopped, looking out into the distance.

Martha followed his gaze, still feeling indignant and stubborn, but his expression had alarmed her, so she turned to see what was wrong.

Even in the darkness of the sky, it could be see, slowly but surely coming into view, its bright light breaking through the dark clouds.

"We have to hurry this up," Jack said, spotting it as well. "Martha, help me!" He ran over to the lights pointed at the canine Legion and lowered them one by one so that they made a cage of light.

The Legions recovered quickly, growling, hissing and biting at the light that had hurt them. Then, seeing an opening, they followd the dark path, careful not to touch any beams of light.

Jack whistled at them and made other demeaning noises as though herding cattle.

Grem watched them as they piled into the cargo ship, growling at each one that passed with hatred.

Martha watched the Legions, making sure there were no breaks in the lights, but her eyes kept glancing up to where she had seen the explosion, hoping that the Doctor was alright.

Amara stood near the ramp, watching each one go in with a disgusted scowl. When the last one had gone inside, Jack and Amara turned the lights into the ship, forcing the Legions to find shelter in the remaining empty boxes at the back. Martha hopped inside, shining the light from her backpack at the Legions that wouldn't go into the box, corralling them until at last, they were all huddled into the back of the boxes, growling and hissing venomously. Quickly, Jack shut each box, bringing lights back inside and shining them at the boxes (just in case).

"There! Finished," he exclaimed triumphantly. He turned to Amara and Martha. "Now we wait for the Doctor."

Amara glanced out at the slowly growing light in the sky. "What do we do if he isn't fast enough?" she asked. "Do we take off-"

"We don't move unless the Doctor tells us to," Jack said firmly, interrupting her. He looked at her severely. "You understand? We don't move."

Amara nodded, but kept making nervous glances towards the growing light.

Martha watched its approach as well, hoping and praying more than she had ever done before that the Doctor's plan would work.

His plan had been fairly simple; Martha, Jack, Amara and Grem's part even more so than his. All they had to do was gather up all of the Legion in close proximity to the prison. The rest was up to him.

The Doctor had dropped Martha, Jack and Grem at the top of a large hill overlooking the dark plains below. Amara was already on her way with the cargo ship and would show up within the next fifteen minutes.

Now, alone in the TARDIS, he started getting ready.

Up to this point, they had spent the whole of two days preparing. Procuring the cargo ship and lights had been easy enough, it had been the other thing the Doctor needed that had taken a bit longer.

Turned out very few people had psychic amplifiers, so the Doctor had been forced to make his own. He'd been very busy gathering up all of the materials he needed, going from place to place, time to time until he had everything he required, but a strong one wouldn't do. He needed a mega-ultra-super-strong one, which was why he ended up spending two days on it. But it was done and he hoped it would work. He hadn't tried it yet, (in case it should short-circuit after being on for too long, which was very likely given the complexity of it) but he was fairly certain that it would work for at least a half hour, more if he was very very lucky.

The two days, however, had given him time to rebuild his mental barriers and fix the damage Akdevor had caused. He didn't sleep, though. He knew that if he did, Akdevor would be waiting, ready to fill every moment with nightmares. Grem had come up to him several times while he was working, informing him that he needed to sleep, but never argued when the Doctor refused.

The Doctor quite liked Grem. Maybe it was because Grem would just sit and let the Doctor babble on about nothing, maybe it was because he wanted to help him recover his memories. More likely it was because Grem never looked at him with worry or concern or pity like Amara, Jack and Martha did. He knew why they were doing it; why they would talk quietly to each other and stop all together when he showed up; they cared. Knowing it didn't help though. It just made him feel ashamed that he wasn't providing them comfort and confidence. He needed to be the strong one.

He didn't blame them, though. He had only fallen asleep twice and each time he had woken screaming. It infuriated him that they had to see him like that and made him work harder and two days later, he was finished. He was ready.

With the amplifier sitting on the floor beside his chair, he put in the coordinates he wanted into the TARDIS controls and then she jolted, whirring as she moved.

The Doctor smiled up at her and then grabbed the amplifier (it looked a lot like a radio, with a cord that was connected to what looked like an earphone) and a modified light. He wished he had his coat, but it had been essential for the canine Legions to believe Jack was him, so he had to go without.

When the TARDIS landed, the Doctor took a deep breath, preparing himself and then stepped out of the TARDIS and into Akdevor's control room.

I hope this chapter wasn't confusing to anyone. Like I said, its a bit timey-wimey in that things are happening all at the same time, but from other people's perspectives.