(In many of the Audio stories novelizations and in the classic and recent series it is said that the Doctor could and did get drunk. He can shrug it off anytime he wants

The Quote comes from the H.P Lovecraft's story 'Dreams in the Witch House'. )

They decided to start by answering the biggest question was who was the anomaly?

The Doctor could not go near the capitol city. He never really did anything to bring himself back into good graces with the High Council. He took some bad advice from one of his old school buddies and now he never was fully exonerated of killing the President. While he was proven not guilty, he was never proven innocent either. So the Warrior went in his stead with a written request in hand from the Doctor. The Doctor knew this would take a few days, even longer than usual because of the War going on. He hid the TARDIS and himself on one of the nearby planets. It was uninhabited and it was like the desert they were previously in, a still point. He could be there in relative safety, Daleks aside.

He settled for a rocky barren planetoid and sent the coordinates to the Warrior. He went back to the liquor cabinet. He started taking down random potables and experimented, forcing each down his throat. He found he liked the rum, the absinth, and brandy and something called Jägermeister. By the end of the night he was plastered. He finally understood why tequila was called a finishing drink. He fell asleep in the crash seat the bottle of Kah in hand. It would have made Amy laugh seeing the Doctor with the skull shaped bottle in his hand. It may have worried her as well.

He slept for almost an hour, a long time for a time lord. His head felt like it weighed a ton, his mouth was dry and the dim lights in the Control Room seemed to be too bright. He wasn't sick to the stomach but he did feel like it was trying to do flips.

"This is not fun." He looked around and saw rocks with the names Amy, Rory, Rose, and Clara all sitting around the console, with faces drawn on them. He didn't even remember doing that. Knowing the Warrior was going to come back, he cleaned up the empty bottles throwing them in an incinerator. The rocks, he threw back outside. "Must remember to sober up before I sleep." He looked as though he was embarrassed as he looked around the rocky landscape hoping he was not seen.

He cleaned himself up and started to do research of his own. He drank some coffee then decided to throw something called Kahlua into it. He drank it and added it to his list of favorites. He checked some of the records that the TARDIS had taken. He went back to the very beginning. There were personal logs from his granddaughter, about how he had changed and she wanted to start her own life.

His memory was fuzzy about that day in his tomb. He clearly remembered the threats made by the Great Intelligence. He would reverse every victory, poison every friendship. But how? Didn't that already happen? Didn't he do that on his own? He was beginning to doubt his sanity. Did that even happen? Maybe he was going senile. Time Lords went crazy from time to time. Look at the Master, he was absolutely bonkers. He rubbed his face with his hand.

"Pull yourself together Doctor. You are not going crazy. What are the facts?" He began speaking out loud. In fact he looked at the TARDIS Time Rotor. "Ok fact I have memories that have accompanying memories. Fact the Warrior, who is me, has a totally different set of without the ghosts" He took a sip of the coffee. "The Great Intelligence had threated my timeline, I have to believe that. I choose to accept that he succeeded. Fine. A set back that is all this is. I was alone when I left the dying TARDIS, but was I alone before?"

He drank down the coffee quickly "No I had Clara, I firmly remember Clara being there. What is out of place? What am I missing?" He started to tap his head with his fingers as he sorted all this out in his head.

"The Warrior is right I have to go back. But not without proof of which of us is the anomaly. What can I do until then?" He leaned up against the center control panel and crossed his arms. "The Great Intelligence. What are you anyway?"

He decided to go into his library. There was something in the back of his mind. He had to scratch it. Along the way he took along another bottle of rum, Bermudez Ron Viejo Blanco. The Doctor decided to call it Blanco for short. He walked along the shelves and came across works of fiction by someone named H.P. Lovecraft. He read it through quickly. There were tales in Time Lord Mythology about creatures called the Great Old ones as well. The creatures were from the time before the creation of this universe. It was even suggested that these beings were from a time before this universe was created but no proof was ever brought forth. He went looking for those histories, He found a small passage on a being called Yog-Sothoth. The passage was no more than a couple of paragraphs. The similarities were so close he had to conclude that this was what he was looking for. He drank right out of the bottle without even thinking about it.

Where could he have first encountered the Great Intelligence? He was deep in this thought when he heard the TARDIS door alarm go off. "All right, I'm coming, shut that down, you goofy machine." The machine as usual turned off the alarm as requested. He entered the control room and set the bottle down on a surface that would serve as a shelf for now.

The Warrior stood in the control center, the older man had something in his hand. In the Warrior's hand was two cylinders. He handed the Doctor one of them and then the other. "There are two Doctor. Two info cylinders from the matrix. The one I am handing to you is mine. It is important that you see it. I asked the Techs to allow me the memory of what I saw from this one, I said it was important. They said if you had asked you would have been turned down. I saw yours too, what the hell, Doctor. You can no more carry the name any more than I can."

The Doctor lowered his eyes, he fidgeted with his bow tie, then twisted his hand and turned his face away his. "I have been thinking of another name but nothing comes to mind." He took the bio-cylinder in his hand and put it in the reader. He looked at it and traced how the Warriors life had went thus far. No spoilers for me, he thought to himself. It was all different. He was happier. The Warrior when he was the Doctor even had different adventures than he did. He watched a very different life on the screen before him.

"I would like to see Romana's if possible." He took a drink and put the bottle back on the makeshift shelf

The Warrior laughed. "I thought you might. Here." He pulled another cylinder out of the bag he had draped around his shoulders. "Compliments of the Lady President."

The Doctor skipped to where she started traveling with him. Why did he ever stop wearing scarves? Scarves were cool. He might pick up the habit again if he gets through this. She remembered being able to retrieve the Key of Time. He remembered losing it to the Black Guardian.

"Ok, confusing. According to her memory we defeated the Black Guardian, but then we didn't. Two separate memories." He tapped his head. "The Great Intelligence has created a paradox, one that overwrote my being there."

"Greater of the two evils, where is the CIA during all this?"

"Spoilers."

"I am beginning to hate that word" The Warrior slightly pouted.

"Get used to it?" the Doctor took a drink of the Blanco then sat it down on the console making sure it would not spill on the sensitive controls.

"Do we know something about the Great Intelligence?"

"As a matter of fact, a lot. Well when I say a lot I mean a little bit, well maybe me saying a little bit is an exaggeration. Not much really. But," he turned towards a corridor and indicated with a flourish that the Warrior should follow. "I do know that the Old Ones are involved that he might be one of them."

"Please tell me you are exaggerating again" the older looking man looked incredulous. They reached the library.

"How I wish. The Gods of Ragnorak, do you remember them?" There was a liquor cabinet in the library left over from his seventh self. He took down a bottle of what smelled like brandy. He poured himself a small glass of brandy and added some syrup and squeezed a slice of lemon.

"Yes I do, they were the people at the circus."

"Also some of the Old ones." He took a drink and puckered at the stinging. "The Great Intelligence is one of a race of these beings." The Doctor's face got real serious as he lightly tossed the books he had read to the Warrior.

"We, my past incarnation, have made powerful enemies." He proclaimed. He took another sip of his drink and sat down in one of the chairs sinking down into the soft leather. He toyed with the ice that swished around in the amber colored liquor.

The Warrior sat down across from him in an overstuffed chair. He watched as his older self got a faraway look while thinking. There was a silence that was thick and palatable. He was afraid to break the concentration. "Care to share what you are thinking?"

"I would hate to think this or even admit to this. What if you are the anomaly? But in a good way?"

The older man rubbed the stubble that adorned his cheeks and chin. "You're thinking I might be a restore point. That's good but, how does that help us. How do you restore a person from someone else? I may be you but we are divergent people."

"I don't know." He took a sip of the brandy that was quickly beginning to get watered down as the ice melted. "Our biggest concern is the Old One, Yog-Sosoth. We have his real name now but what do we do with the information.

"The Sisterhood of Karn could help?"

"Sorry but I doubt we are on the best of terms. I put out their fire. Someone else had to reignite it before they killed me. And they could have, too. They have their ways." His speech was becoming slurred and he was getting that nice buzzed feeling again.

"Let me talk to them, let me see what they remember."

"You know what, no. You have a war to fight." The Doctor leaned his head against the back of the chair.

"Yes I do. But this is more serious. If the Old Ones get wind that this war is going as it is they might turn their eyes in our direction. We should be keeping them as far away from this war as possible. We need to distract them."

"You're jumping to conclusions there. I can't give you any spoilers but the Old Ones were not involved in this war. I had never seen evidence of it anyway. In fact, I am more than sure of that." While his voice was assuredHe was gesturing with his brandy, nearly spilling it.

"Then we will both go. One of the Old Ones is involved already, and you know it. Sober up for god's sake. Eat some real food; I doubt you have in a couple of days." The Warrior observed.

"Fine I will join you on your TARDIS I will be sobered up and fed in no time." The Warrior left the Doctors TARDIS.

He didn't want to be sober. He liked the blissful numbness he was feeling right now. He had to admit, The Warrior was right the sisterhood of Karn was the best resource for information on how to fight the Great Intelligence. It struck him like a bolt. Just like Madam Kovarain had declared a self-proclaimed war with the Doctor, the Great Intelligence has declared war on the Doctor. Question was, after everything that has happened and he had done, was he still the Doctor.

"Change my name?" The Doctor got himself another brandy this time straight. He nearly drank down the whole thing. "Doctor doesn't always mean healer, a doctor can be a scientist." He threw the glass against a wall and watched as the pieces scattered on the ground. He stood there in the silence of the TARDIS. He sat down again with his face in his hands. "No I am still the Doctor. I can still teach others." He yelled to the air. "You ruined me Great Intelligence! You have declared war on me Great Intelligence; you are already dead in my time. I will be ready for you." He stumbled a bit as he got up. He let the anger seep away.

He closed his eyes and let his natural processes work and sobered himself up. He walked out of the library. His steps were more determined. He donned his purple coat dark pants shirt and bowtie. He smiled as he remembered what that bow tie was, sure it was in the middle of a fight for his life, but it was also the happiest he ever dare feel. He had married river. That hurried ceremony meant more to him than a long drawn out full on ritual that his people were want to do. River may never know how much it meant to him.

He combed his hair and stood looking at himself in the mirror. If he were to face the Sisterhood, he would need proof of the Great Intelligences meddling. He made a recording he could show the sister hood could not deny. With the Warriors assistance they might even listen to him.

As he entered the Warriors TARDIS, his steps showed a new resolve. His face showed a determination the Warrior recognized. "Hello again there Doctor. Welcome back."

"Thank you War Doctor. I'm sorry I was so rough with you earlier, I had a lot on my mind."

"War Doctor? I like the sound of that, thank you."

"We may not be the healers and the saviors we like to think ourselves to be. He walked around the console letting his alternate memory of how this machine flood his mind. "But, we can teach, share knowledge with others. We are scientists, and we do help. We are the Doctor, even in our darkest times."

"Did you ever get around to eating Doctor?

"I knew I forgot something." He smiled and started typing in some coordinates. "The Great Intelligence thought he was clever, and he had me there. But he was not as clever as he thought he was. "

"Why is that?"

"He declared war on me. He messed with my life, I will be damned if I am going to lie down and let that slide." He threw the switch and they landed with a thud. He took the holographic recordings he had saved and put them in the same pocket he had his stash of absinth in.

"Coming War Doctor?"

"Oh yes, I am." The Warrior looked at the Doctor's returned confidence. He saw a determined look in the younger looking Doctors eyes that would have turned anyone pale.

They left the blue police box TARDIS and made their way into the cave. He let the older looking War Doctor lead the way.

"Why are you here?" the old crone asked the Warrior. Then anger filled her voice as she saw the Doctor walk in. She pointed a boney finger at the younger looking man "Your life is forfeit Doctor." She looked confused her eyes passed between the two. "What am I seeing? There are two of you, two pasts, yet same person?"

The War Doctor spoke for the two of them. "We have quite the conundrum Matron. That very question is the puzzle we are here to solve."

The Matron turned away. "I will help but show proof of memories corrupted. That is what has happened here. I will forgive you if you can prove which memory is false, his or yours, either way".

The Doctor pulled out the holodisks and let the projection bounce off the brilliant firelight. The holodisks showed his memory of the Keys to time, His Romana's memories of the even and the War doctors.

The Matron looked at them both. I know who the pure one is. The one that is not the Doctor, she looked at the Warrior. You are the pure one, you are untouched." She turned her attention to the Doctor "I sense an attack against you, someone misguiding your life."

"I have my suspicion of who it is. Yog-sosoth." As the Doctor said that name the entire cavern became quiet. He looked around at the sudden stillness.

"You must fight him, against his own terms. Against his nature, you must find it in your nature to reconcile his mockery of this dimension. The sacred is the key"

She went back to watching the fire and ignored all their other questions.

They went back to the TARDIS. "That was supremely unhelpful."

"I dunno, we might be able to work some meaning out of it." He took out the cylinder shaped Flask and took a sip of the absinth.

"What do you suggest? Besides Drinking yourself crazy again. I found this." He tossed a rock at him with the name River written on it.

"You should have met Rory, Rose and Amy and Clara." He looked indignant.

"So are they future companions of ours?"

He took another nip from the container. "Look we need to focus. What do we know? I mean really know about the Old ones, beyond what the myths say. "

"That is all we really got. The biggest center for information that we had got burned up by the Daleks in their first few attacks. They went…"

"Right for the Knowledge centers, I remember. " Let me see your Library, I always kept one, I am sure you did too."

"Why mine?" The Warrior was rather protective of his Library.

"Mostly because we are here, and because you might have books I don't. "

They make their way to the library, and start looking at books. The Doctor goes right for the mythology section. He picked up one of the books and starts to speed read it. He closes it and wonders over the fiction section and looks for the Lovecraft books. The collection here was larger than his. He looked for books that made some reference to the Great Intelligence.

"Hey listen to this. The Doctor read out of Dreams in the Witch House." 'It was also possible that the inhabitants of a given dimensional realm could survive entry to many unknown and incomprehensible realms of additional or indefinitely multiplied dimensions - be they within or outside the given space-time continuum - and that the converse would be likewise true. This was a matter for speculation, though one could be fairly certain that the type of mutation involved in a passage from any given dimensional plane to the next higher one would not be destructive of biological integrity as we understand it.'" The Doctor read wearing the glasses that Amy left behind. "Lovecraft was smarter than he gave himself credit. Fact mixed in with fiction we should pay more attention to what gets leaked out." He gestures widely with the book in his hand.

"Extra dimensional Geometry, Of course Non Eucleic Geometry. The geometry that we use as the fundamentals of extra Dimensional travel, Time Flight, TARDIS's ."

"So we know how the Great Intelligence got to this dimension. I know the why. He wants a permanent form. I think he wanted Me. Think about it. How many times did this being go after us? Then why try so desperately to destroy us.

"All because we stopped him on different occasions? That is just insanity."

"Any more insane than stepping into someone's time line and screwing them up?" He took a drink of the absinth.

"Ok so he is using inter-dimensional geometry."

"So we use the sacred, Sacred what?"

"Faith? Witchcraft?"

"Close, but no. Have you ever heard of the Flower of life?"

"What do you have in your flask?"

"Absinth, I know right?" He looked a little too happy as he offered some to the War Doctor.

The Warrior rolled his eyes. "You just discovered alcohol didn't you."

"Well yes and no. But that is not important. The Flower of life is based off of Sacred Geometry, the geometry of this universe. We can use non eucleidian geometry to trap the creature and Sacred Geometry to defeat him before he steps into my time stream. "

"When Doctor, when he thinks he is successful we must be there to trap him and draw him out of time, and send him back to his own." The Warrior debated

The Warrior got up went looking through the books that lined the massive shelves. "So where are the books about this flower of life, Sacred Geometry. "

"Drunvalo Melchizedek. There are a couple of others, you might have to disregard some of the new age-y-ness, but I am sure you will get the jist, it was written by a human after all."

"Right, right, I understand. " He found the book the Doctor had mentioned. He spent 20 minutes to get half way through the book. He could have been through the whole book in five if the rambling writing had made sense. The Warrior scratched his head. "I can't make head or tails of this man's writing."

"Try the Arodain Theory of Applied Logic with the Philosophy of the Circle. Might help."

"Ah!" They spent the night searching through the books, until the doctor forgot to sober up and fell asleep his head inside a book drooling into the pages.

"Doctor, Doctor." He shook the sleeping Time Lord. "Doctor, wake up." The Doctor muttered something about not wanting to become a Cyber Planner.

"Well, he has to learn somehow?" The War Doctor remembered when he first got drunk this incarnation. He started coming on to some of the ladies in the bar got kicked out of the bar after a brawl that was mostly his fault and somewhat not.

"The Doctor is in" The Doctor suddenly wakes up. "I got it!" he held his head his head swam unpleasantly as he jerked up with the idea he had forming. "I will get to it when the room stops spinning."

"What is it, Doctor."

"The Flower of life represents the structure of life; it's one of the basis of this universe. How something can come from nothing. "

"Go on." The Warrior was intensely interested..

"So, What if we gave him what he wanted."

"A form using the flower of life! The geometry is antithetical to his existence. The Warrior considered the options. "We trap him and give him his own form. The geometric principles would cancel him out." The Warrior put his hands on his head as the concept formed in his mind as well.

"We use his geometry to trap him and draw him out of my timeline." The Doctor Claps his hands and points to the Warrior

"I will jump in and restore your Timeline."

"Yes! Wait! What? No!" the tone in the Doctors voice grew firmer with each word.

"I have been thinking about it while you slept. It's not my time line. But I am you. I will be back to my own time because I would still exist. You wouldn't ,well this version of you wouldn't exist anymore."

"No, I can't I wouldn't exist with you. I can't let you risk it." He held up his finger in a chiding gesture.

"I am untouched by the Great Intelligence. I would be fine; I would be restored along with you. Let me do this. Let me be the Doctor again, at least this once."

The Doctor took out his flask and took another sip. He wasn't going to but he needed some distraction so he could come up with a rebuttal. He took a couple of drinks before he realized he could not come up with something. "Well then, now I know what it is like to be on the other side of one of my crazier plans."