Prologue

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An empty theater sits silent.

Waiting.

For what?

Only the Fates know.
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Taken from whatever activity they were in the middle of, two groups suddenly filled this theater in a bright light.

For several seconds they all remain unconscious. However, the divine nature of one of the said groups allows them to wake up faster than the others.

Angrily, one of these beings pushes himself off the floor as sparks emanate from his eyes. Without warning he yells, "Who dares try and kidnap me?!"

This yelling makes the group still lying on the floor jolt awake while the others standing around grumble and rub their ears.

Slowly standing up, a few of the freshly awakening members ask, "What's going on?" "Where are we?" Still upset over having his ears assaulted, a man wearing a red shirt, black leather jacket, black jeans, and sunglasses snapped, "If we knew, someone would say something, don't you think?"

The group asking questions was offended by the aggressive nature of the man's response, but they had no time to respond due to the screen at the front of the room turning on.

On the screen, it read:

You are all here for a reason.

You are here to learn the truth.

The truth about Anastasia Rockwell.

Your needs will be taken care of for the duration of your stay.

Introduce yourselves.

Everyone.

The Fates

As he read the message, one man became increasingly more pale. His Ana, his Little Spark, was supposed to remain a secret until the end of time. Trying not to seem suspicious, he turned around with a blank, yet subtly angry, expression.

Looking across the room at confused and scared faces, this man powerfully said, "You won't even be able to speak after we tell you who we are. Talk."

Many members of the group exchanged glances before finally someone sighed out of frustration, stepped forward, and said, "Cristina Yang." This prompted everyone else to quickly introduce themselves.

"Meredith Grey."

"George O'Malley."

"Izzie Stevens."

"Alex Karev."

"Miranda Bailey."

"Richard Webber."

"Derek Shepherd."

"Addison Montgomery-Shepherd."

"Mark Sloan."

After the last introduction, Derek and Addison's heads both whipped in the direction of the voice. At the same time, they yelled, "What are you doing here?!" Then, being overcome by anger and their jinx, the married couple started arguing with each other.

Several members of each group exchanged wide-eyed glances.

Mark was the one to stop the yelling though as he matched their tones and said, "Hey! I was put here the same way you were!" He huffed before more calmly stating, "Sorry I happened to come between your marriage, but right now that's not really high on my list of priorities."

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