So I'm running this thing as part of the tumblr-wide Femslash February project; it's a 28 prompt challenge, one for every day of the month. Some people are writing different pairings for each prompt, some are writing 28 prompts for one pairing. I'm doing the former.

I'll be updating the pairing and summary each day with each new pairing. I'll probably run out as the month goes on, so for once, I'll be accepting suggestions in the reviews.

Enjoy the ride 3


Day 1 - Prompt: First - Pairing: Agatha/Bertha

It had been a subject of debate, argument, and even outright fighting for years. Bertha – always the sentimental one, but that's what Agatha had liked about her so many years ago, wasn't it – had insisted on bringing it back up every few years, but it always remained a sore spot in the old ghost trainer's mind.

At some point, maybe a decade earlier – no one really knew, because somewhere around 40 the years started to blend together and pass the way seasons do in youth and weeks do in childhood – Bertha had made a simply unexcusable gesture. It was meant to be sweet, was meant to be hopeful, above all else it was meant to be loving.

Jaded as she was, from time and just by nature, Agatha had seen the offered jewelery as nothing but a reminder of the hardest truth they faced.

Filled with utter certainty that Bertha had lost any ability to be sensetive to her feelings, she'd left their shared home in Sinnoh and taken a position with the Kanto elite four. She had friends in Kanto, her childhood home, but to her frustration they took her only for an embittered old crone. As such, she quickly gained a reputation as the old woman who preferred the company of the dead to the living.

After what Bertha had dared to do, she almost felt it was the truth.

Time changes people and laws alike, however, and despite her certainty that humans lacked any empathy to speak of, she found herself tensely watching the election results one night, breath held, her hand gripping the blanket strew across her waist. It had been knitted by Bertha, and it was the closest substitute she allowed herself given the circumstances.

To her surprise, the one that initiated the tearful phone call that night, far past what she now considered an acceptable time to be asleep, was herself, not Bertha. Two years of silence were bridged in that moment, and, despite her own feelings that she didn't deserve it, Agatha found herself forgiven in one instant, before she even had a chance to ask.

She was on a plane within the month, leaving behind both the position she'd fought long and hard for and most of the meager life reassembled for herself in Kanto. There were far more important things waiting for her in Sinnoh, and after all, they'd been the region to have the change in heart, while her own hadn't even considered it.

Bertha was the one to do the math – naturally, since Agatha still refused to be the sentimental one, though there were still tears down her face that morning, much to her surprise. They'd been ushered, almost pushed, to the front of the line by those around them. While it was likely at least part out of their relative fame, there'd been at least one comment of "we can't have you dying before you get the chance", and Bertha had been secretly grateful for the distraction because the longer they waited, the more she was afraid she'd join the older woman in her tears.

Two signatures and one kiss – their first since that fateful day two years before – later, the ground trainer found herself unable to hold back the tears after all.

For the first time in 53 years of being together, she could finally introduce Agatha as her wife.