She was on a high.
Maya Bishop felt like she was floating on cloud nine and it felt good.
So much had gone wrong but then things started to feel right. Her wife had just gotten her green card and they were making baby together.
The only thing Maya needed to feel complete was her Captaincy; the thing she was proud of and was damn good at. The thing that was wrongfully taken away from her at the snap of a finger.
She was on a high.
Maya wanted her Captaincy back and the feeling of floating on clouds made her balls grow ten times bigger than they already were. She felt confident, cocky even.
Each step she took, to find the Chief of SFD and her fellow Lieutenant, felt light; she took them with ease.
This was the right thing she was doing. This made sense. This was necessary.
Blackmail.
Maya thought it was her chance; the only path she had amongst all the small egos, misogyny, and hypocrisy she endured day after day.
She was wrong. It was the wrong thing to do. It made no sense. It was not necessary.
But that's what happens when you're on a high; you feel euphoric. But for Maya, her excitement had led her to chaos.
Pure chaos.
Life at work became unbearable. But Maya was Maya; she took it all and dealt with it how she knew best. She embraced it and shut out everyone around her, including her wife.
She didn't want to shut out Carina. The last thing she wanted was to shut out her wife. Carina was the only place she found any peace.
But then Carina found out what she'd done.
The blackmail.
Maya could still feel the painful tear in her heart from that morning when carina refused her touch.
She no longer felt welcomed in the only place she found peace.
After that morning, whenever she saw Carina, she'd remember that tear in the center of her chest.
She'd never felt so broken before. Never.
Maya felt she had nothing to lose anymore.
Her Captaincy? Gone. Her team's respect? Gone. Her Carina, Her wife? Carina too felt like she was no longer there.
She was still there.
Carina was upset with her wife, and rightfully so but she needed her wife to get help.
Maya needed help.
Maya didn't know she needed help.
Her downward spirals were familiar to her. Though they weren't often occurrences, she had quickly chosen and settled on how she'd deal with them whenever they came.
She ran.
Maya was running, in a loop; in her mind, on a treadmill, up a Ferris-wheel... into a burning corn maze.
Her head, right now, was like an endless maze. She couldn't find her way out.
She felt trapped in her own mind. For the first time she felt so lost; hopeless.
"Maya, your wife might be pregnant. You could be someone's mom right now..." Theo's voice and the words that came out gave her a pause.
She could be a mom. Her wife could be pregnant.
