As the final seconds of the millennium ticked away, the Doctor found himself in a bustling bar in the heart of Times Square. He had no idea how he got there or why, but the sight of his previous incarnations in the same room took his breath away.
The First Doctor sat at the bar, sipping on a glass of milk. He turned to his later selves and remarked, "I must say, it's quite exhilarating to see all of you together like this. It's like a family reunion!"
The Second Doctor, in his frilly shirt and bowtie, grinned from ear to ear. "A family reunion indeed, my dear boy! And what a family it is! Eleven of us in one room, can you imagine?"
The Third Doctor, with his cape and velvet jacket, nodded in agreement. "It's quite a remarkable feat, really. I must say, I'm rather enjoying this little get-together."
The Fourth Doctor, in his long scarf and curly hair, smiled and exclaimed, "Oh, it's fantastic! I've always wanted to meet all of me at once. It's a shame I didn't bring K-9 with me!"
The Fifth Doctor, with his cricket outfit and celery stalk, chimed in. "Yes, quite the shame. But nonetheless, it's wonderful to see everyone. How's the milk, Doctor?"
The Sixth Doctor, in his technicolor dreamcoat, grinned mischievously. "Oh, I'm sure it's just as bland as it was in my day. Speaking of which, I think it's time for a round of drinks! Barkeep, a round for everyone!"
The Seventh Doctor, in his question-mark sweater vest, chuckled. "Ah, always the showman, Doctor. But I have to agree, it's time for a proper celebration!"
The Eighth Doctor, with his long hair and leather jacket, raised his glass. "To us, and to the future. Who knows what adventures lie ahead?"
The Ninth Doctor, with his leather jacket and spiky hair, clinked his glass against the others. "Cheers to that. And to never giving up, no matter how hard it gets."
The Tenth Doctor, in his pinstripe suit and trench coat, grinned. "Yes, and to all the friends we've made along the way. They're the ones who make it all worthwhile."
The Eleventh Doctor, with his bowtie and tweed jacket, raised his glass high. "And to the impossible, because that's what we do best! Here's to another thousand years!"
As the clock struck midnight on New Year's Eve, the bar erupted in cheers and celebration. The Doctors all raised a glass to each other and the crowd around them. They spent the night sharing stories and catching up on their latest adventures, both as individuals and as a collective.
As the party started to wind down and the bar began to clear out, the Doctors decided to keep the celebration going into the next day. They made their way outside into Times Square, joining the throngs of people who had come to ring in the new millennium.
As they stood together in the crowd, they suddenly heard a familiar sound. The TARDIS had landed right in the middle of Times Square, drawing the attention of the crowd around them. The doors opened, and out stepped the 13th Doctor.
"Happy New Year, my dearest selves!" she exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. "I couldn't let you all have all the fun without me!"
The other Doctors greeted her warmly, happy to have her join in their celebration. As they stood together in the midst of the crowd, they suddenly noticed a figure standing off to the side, watching them.
It was the Dream Lord, looking as smug and insufferable as ever. "Having a little reunion, are we?" he sneered. "How sweet. But let's not forget who's really in charge here."
Before any of the Doctors could respond, a bright light enveloped them all, and they were transported to a barren, desolate landscape. In the distance, they could see a figure approaching.
It was the Valeyard.
"So glad you could all join me," he said, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "I've been looking forward to this for quite some time."
The Doctors banded together, ready to face whatever the Valeyard had in store for them. But before they could make a move, they suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"Don't worry, I've got this."
It was the War Doctor, standing tall and resolute. The other Doctors watched in awe as he engaged the Valeyard in a fierce battle, using all of his cunning and strength to hold his own.
In the end, it was the War Doctor who emerged victorious, and the Valeyard disappeared into the ether. The Doctors all cheered and congratulated him, grateful for his help.
As they prepared to depart, they all exchanged a final round of hugs and well wishes. "Until next time," they said, before disappearing into their respective TARDISes and taking off into the time stream.
But as they departed, they all knew that this New Year's celebration would be one that they would never forget.
As the Dream Lord and the Valeyard continued their bickering, a bright flash of light caught their attention. Suddenly, a mysterious figure appeared in the middle of the bar, causing everyone to gasp in surprise.
It was the Fugitive Doctor, looking just as confused and disoriented as everyone else in the room. "What in the name of Rassilon is going on here?" she exclaimed.
The other Doctors all turned to face her, equally stunned by her sudden appearance. "Who are you?" the 10th Doctor asked, eyeing her suspiciously.
"I'm the Doctor, obviously," the Fugitive Doctor replied, folding her arms. "And I have no idea how I got here."
The 13th Doctor stepped forward, her eyes alight with curiosity. "It's wonderful to meet you," she said warmly. "I'm the current incarnation of the Doctor. What brings you here?"
The Fugitive Doctor shrugged. "I was just traveling through time and space, as one does, and suddenly I found myself here. I'm not entirely sure what's going on."
As the various Doctors continued to chat and speculate about what had brought them all together, the Dream Lord suddenly spoke up. "I think I know what's going on," he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
The other Doctors all turned to face him, their expressions wary. "What do you mean?" the 11th Doctor asked.
The Dream Lord leaned forward, his eyes glinting with mischief. "I think we've all been brought together for a reason," he said. "To face our greatest challenge yet."
The other Doctors all exchanged a look of alarm. "What challenge?" the 9th Doctor demanded.
The Dream Lord simply smirked. "The ultimate battle, of course," he said. "A battle for the fate of the universe. And only one of us can emerge victorious."
The other Doctors all groaned in dismay, realizing that they had been unwittingly drawn into yet another of the Dream Lord's twisted games. But even as they grumbled and complained, they knew that they had no choice but to face whatever challenge lay ahead. For they were the Doctors, after all, and it was their duty to protect the universe from all threats, no matter how great.
Many hours later.....
As the Doctor's multiple incarnations watched the sunrise over New York City, they shared a moment of silence and reflection. The Fugitive Doctor spoke up, thanking the others for accepting her as one of their own, despite the circumstances of her existence.
The Meta-Crisis Doctor, still holding Rose's hand, smiled at her and said, "We may not have been born the way the others were, but we are still the Doctor. And that means something."
The War Doctor nodded, "We are all the same man, with the same purpose. To protect the universe and all the beings in it."
The Dream Lord chuckled, "I don't know about you all, but I'm looking forward to our next adventure. Who knows what kind of trouble we'll get into?"
The Valeyard rolled his eyes, "Speak for yourself. I'm quite content to stay out of trouble, thank you very much."
The 13th Doctor beamed, "I can't wait to see what we'll all accomplish together. It's going to be brilliant!"
As they all raised a glass to the future, the Doctor felt a deep sense of gratitude and connection with every version of themselves. They knew that, no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would always have each other to rely on.
And with that, the Doctor's many incarnations said their goodbyes, each one disappearing into the timestream to continue their own adventures.
But they all knew that, someday, they would meet again, and the universe would be all the better for it.
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