U-Uh, hello, everyone! This is my first attempt at writing AgencyShipping, and... I feel as if I would let them down if they read it... I am so sorry, Black and White! And admittedly, I do not know what happened to the stones (I know Lord N was in possession of the dark stone at one point, and Black... White has told me stories...) (and the whole ordeal with Kyurem apparently involved the stones...) so I kind of just...took my own spin on things. C-Could we maybe consider this a little AU? What is it called... Canon divergent? Cannon divergence?

(From my research... F-Fanfiction is supposed to be fantasies related to the characters anyway, r-right? Creative liberty is a virtue...)

Regardless, I-I sincerely hope you all enjoy!

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White takes a moment to relish in the surprisingly colorful wilderness of Pokéwood. After everything that happened with Lack-Two and Whi-Two, she decided to take the time to focus on her dreams a bit more. This, of course, includes the place she is currently standing in. The thought that she actually helped contribute to Pokémon actors in a way unimaginable just a few years before made her feel fulfillment. Or, rather, Pokémon and humans being actors together was more frowned upon back then until the BW Agency branched out.

Sometimes, she still thinks Pokéwood is a figment of her imagination. White contributed to it before the two younger Unovan Dexholder's had their little adventure, and anything that happened between those two years just seem like a blur.

The female dreamer shakes her head to get rid of those intrusive thoughts. She is here for some sort of business deal. (Honestly, after everything that has happened, her organization and management skills have begun to slip. Just a bit, though. Nothing that could cost her title of being the Dreamer.) She should not be thinking of how far she has come. Not quite yet. She still has a long way to go for true success.

The call of Pidove cooing and flapping their wings is her sign to enter the main facility for a meeting. She gazes at the peaceful little birds before quickly adjusting her hair. When her hair was to her liking, White enters with a small smile. Though, to her surprise, she was greeted to a big, empty room.

Was...she early? She was certain the meeting started at twelve on the dot... Was it postponed? Perhaps she didn't check her X-Transceiver that morning. Or perhaps they changed it in another meeting, but her thoughts were elsewhere. She should probably get her life together before attempting to expand and advertise the BW Agency even more...

Or maybe White is overthinking and the meeting is actually tomorrow and not today. Or the manager doing the meeting had last minute plans.

White sighs, finally deciding to just gaze out the window instead.

The flock of Pidove she was watching earlier continue to coo, singing their songs of peace. Nature's breath makes the trees sway slightly. If she were to be back outside right now, there is no doubt in her mind the leaves would be contributing to the Pidove's song. All was serene, peaceful, calm, and quiet...

Until it wasn't.

"Prez!" a (nostalgic, the back of her mind reminds her) loud voice shouts at the same time the doors slam open. Yes, somehow the boy behind the sudden disturbance manages to make the sliding glass doors slam open. White doesn't understand it either. "Are you busy right now?"

She winced at the sudden noise. How did he even get in here? There should be a new security system installed, for all the props and equipment may get stolen without it. Regardless, White gives a fond sigh before turning her soft blue gaze to him. "Black, what did I tell you about calling me 'Prez'?"

"Force of habit?" Black responds while rubbing the back of his head. After speaking, he looks away, embarrassed, and does that awkward smile White has learned to appreciate so much. This gave him the opportunity to observe the surroundings, however, and his eyes portray confusion. "What...exactly are you doing?"

White stands up quickly. She had intended to prepare to be defensive, but she was too, not that she would ever say it out loud, stressed to even tease. "I am doing important BW Agency related...things," she claims instead. After, she immediately wants to stop conversing. Perhaps forevermore. But, because of whatever goes on inside of any girls' thought process, White gets slightly shy.  "What are you doing here?"

"Well, Prez-."

"I told you, you can call me White, not just Prez..."

"That's not what's important right now!" Black continues to yell in a practically empty building. White notices that he is more urgent than usual, like back when he was trying to be the Champion of the Unovan Pokémon League. She tries to push those thoughts aside. "Will you be free for an hour?"

"Well, these questions are getting redundant..." White takes a step forward to show her willingness to get out of the empty building. "I can check my schedule," she begins, despite not having the time to even write down events in one to begin with, "but it seems likely. What's up?"

Black doesn't reply for a moment, but once he finally speaks, his whole demeanor changes, and not in a good way. In fact, the whole atmosphere changed which made White want to bounce nervously on her heels. "The two stones were found," Black informs, refusing to look White in the eyes. "They...They were donated to Lenora's museum."

White opened her mouth to attempt to speak, but her mouth could not formulate words. The Light Stone... the thing that has been causing her all those sleepless nights...she could finally get closure. Maybe, just maybe, seeing them one last time would make her worries all go away. She closes her eyes tightly, refusing to show weakness there and now. Black has been strong the entire time, and to the outside perspective, so has she.

"The BW Agency can wait for now," White says at last. Or, rather, when she felt confident her voice wouldn't waver. She opens her eyes, and when their eyes finally meet, she gives a determined nod (though, she ignored her beating heart). "Let's go."

Black, possibly trying to cheer her up, gives her a slight smile. "Get ready for a ton of travel."

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The two of them enter Lenora's museum with blank faces. If anyone didn't know any better, White muses in as much amusement as she could muster, it would almost seem like they were a couple going to check out ancient history together. For one, that would be a boring date. For two, they are definitely not a couple.

If it were any other day, Black would probably recount his journey in collecting this gym badge and claim how easy the puzzle was. White still finds it hard to believe he had broken the record for solving the gym puzzle. They'd be reminiscing in the many good times they've had and smiling all the while.

But that day is not today.

Eventually, past all the extravagant exhibits of Pokémon from the Stone Age and various other fossils White couldn't care enough to learn about when doing pitches, they stopped in front of a pedestal. Inside the pedestal were two cushions, each cushion holding one of the stones. Seeing Reshiram and Zekrom resting peacefully in the exhibit is almost...wrong.

"They're really here," Black states in a surprisingly quiet voice, at least for his standards. "They're recently donated, too. They don't have a description yet."

"Do you think they'll talk about you...?" White whispers the question. She truthfully did not want to know the answer.

"Nah, they'll probably talk about the legend."

Is it possible that Black's story could make a new legend? Maybe even make the new legend? White doesn't even know what to feel.

"Yeah, probably!"

They continued to stand there, admiring the stones that hold the legendary dragons; reliving all the hardships they faced. Considering her own feelings, White cannot even begin to imagine what Black went through the first few weeks of practical isolation. The girl takes a shaky breath, halting whatever Black was about to say.

"It was really hard, you know? Trying to continue following my dreams when I saw yours getting sucked away. Though, I guess in a way that inspired me to continue my own...if that makes sense."

"Not...really."

At least he has the audacity to be blunt at a time like this. He really is the same Black that he was before. "I had many sleepless nights, worrying about whether you'd be okay or not. Sometimes, I even thought about giving up hope on your return," White smiles sadly, recalling her moments when she was in a bad place. "Most days, at the beginning, I was just thinking of ways to get you back; even just finding the Light Stone would have been a big step. When I finally found it...finally found you..." She trails off, finally deciding to look away from the Light Stone. "I don't even know where this...this came from, my thoughts are kind of all jumbled right now."

If the person she was with wasn't Black, they might just have found her insane. White takes a few more shaky breaths. She should stop talking now...

"Sometimes, I still find it unbelievable you're here right now. Living, breathing, walking, talking in this world again," White continues softly, trying her best not to have an emotional breakdown in a museum of all places. "Sometimes, I pinch myself after waking up, hoping that the day we spent in some way together wasn't just a horrible trick of mind. It's just all unbelievable. After two years of hard work...you're finally back."

There was a beat of silence. "I find it unbelievable at times, too."

For some reason, hearing that statement come out of Black's mouth made her break. Maybe it was because she finally had confirmation she wasn't the only one feeling this way. The soft tone he said those words in was enough to show White he had his own worries like this, too. Maybe she doesn't need to be strong anymore.

She began tearing up. The female dreamer couldn't help it. The tears sort of just flowed. White tried to subtly shift her head to hide. And thankfully, the world decided to be silent at the exact time she needed it to. Lately. She finds it easy to quietly sob.

Though, an unexpected occurence happened. Her right hand became overtaken with a reassuring warmth. And when the warmth gave her hand a squeeze, White had to bite her lip to hold back an actual sob.

But it didn't end there. Because, as White learned, with every misfortune in life, there are at least ten more good events in store.

"Hey!" Black shouts, his voice resounding throughout the museum walls. If it were any other day, White would have cringed and may have scolded him. But today is not an average day, and she was having too many confusing emotions to care that the other visitors were giving them weird looks. White dabs at her eyes with her free hand. Once they feel dry enough, she gives Black an inquisitive look, urging him to continue. "When I was heading toward the boat to get to Pokéwood, I happened to glance at the Casteliacone Stand! The line seemed pretty short today."

White slightly smiles. "Are you suggesting we go?"

Black uses his free hand to rub the back of his head in embarrassment again. "Only if you're up for it! Then, we should totally go!"

White sniffs and rubs at her eyes one last time, tearing up for a different reason. "I'd love to."

Black gives her one of his big smiles. "Get ready for a ton of travel!"

As they leave the museum, hand-in-hand, White had to wonder how Black knew she was in Pokéwood and how he knew they'd be traveling a lot. Though those thoughts don't overshadow the most important one.

Once they got their cones, White, while risking slightly swinging their connected hands, began to wonder how this day went from a meeting to an impromptu date. Not that she is complaining too much, though!