Hey hey! I couldn’t sleep so I decided to rewrite the scene where Carina and Maya first interacted at the bar from Carina’s POV. I made some slight changes but I absolutely adore the two of them together and would like to write more original content. Let me know what you think!
(PS, I’m truly yearning for this ship 🥺👉🏽👈🏽)
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I was in love with Maya.
There was no question about it. I could feel her presence every time she walked into a room, and her smile was captivating. She took my breath away even with the slightest glance in my direction.
I wanted to know every part of her, but she always seemed so far out of reach. Maya was the kind that had this tough-girl aura about her, yet I could tell she was so much more than that. She was incredibly ambitious, that much was clear, and her leadership made her near oblivious to the world around her when she was saving lives. God how I wish I could express how desperately I wanted her to be mine with the same ease she has doing what she loves.
Maya and I have been acquaintances of sorts since I started working at Grey Sloan. We’d always been friendly in passing when she came in with calls, and have casual conversations while she waited around the hospital for her team. Yet our relationship was simple; I was a doctor, she was a firefighter. There was nothing complex about it. I would always just be a shadow lost in reality.
This changed on Saturday night.
I was sitting in a dive bar in the middle of the main strip of downtown Seattle, sipping my glass of wine slowly as I played back the stressful events of the day with tired eyes.
I looked up as the bells chimed when the door swung open, Maya gracefully striding into the tavern, a breeze of cool, spring air following closely behind.
“Whisky neat, please,” she spoke softly to the bartender. Her voice was sweeter than honey.
Bouncing on her toes while she waited for her drink, she spotted me sitting nearby.
“Bad day?” I asked.
“Something like that,” she said, taking a sip of liquor moments after.
“You’re a firefighter right? Aren’t you at Grey Sloan sometimes?” I pried. I knew exactly who she was, but I needed a conversation starter.
She nodded, taking another sip.
She looked effortlessly beautiful as always, but especially so out of uniform. Her long blonde hair was neatly pulled back into a low ponytail, perfectly accentuating the washed-out jeans and tee she was wearing.
Trying not to get too caught up in her, I asked if she wanted company.
Seemingly satisfied with this, she sat down next to me and we drank in silence for a while.
It was after she began to feel a slight buzz from the alcohol that Maya began to speak again.
“I wish more people understood that the work we do is exhausting,” was all she said, looking at me with the most deadpan expression.
I had to laugh. After all, she was right, and I felt more connected to her in a way I hadn’t been before. We were talking to each other as people, not colleagues, for the first time.
“Well, in my defence, I’m not the one fighting fires all day,” I replied.
“God, I can’t remember the last time there was a weekend when I wasn’t shouting orders a hundred miles a minute.” She sounded more defeated than I’d bet she’d like to admit. Her unwavering confidence was incredibly attractive.
“And I suppose you have better ways to spend the weekend, Bella?” I teased back. I was reaching far out to catch her interest.
“I’m sure I could show you a thing or two about getting hot and bothered that doesn’t involve running into a burning building.” Maya said. The sultry tone in her voice caught me off guard. This was the start of everything I’d wanted.
Mamma Mia, I thought, silently cursing. I bit my lip as I carefully looked her up and down, my head spinning out of control with the mere thought of her.
“Would you like to get out of here?”
I was trusting my heart on this one.
