Author's note:

Hello all! Let me start off by saying this is my first ever fanfic, so any input or tips or criticism (hopefully not too harsh) is greatly appreciated. This will be a LilithxMaya fix, it will also contain SMUT but it will definitely be pwp! It will be canon to BL2, other than Maya's appearance which is going off of BL3. There will be some minor changes just to fit the progression of their relationship better, but nothing too major. I have about 8 chapters written so far, my work causes me to be busy so I will update once per week so I can keep up with the writing. Chapter length may vary, but if it has to be a short chapter I will try and update 2 chapters instead :). Finally, I really wanted to focus on how Maya's social interactions could be skewed due to her life with The Order, some might think I'm portraying her as a weak person, but that is not my intent. On the battlefield, shes a certified badass, but I just wanted to showcase how her social life could be awkward and shy due to her upbringing. Also, she comes from a bit more of a broken past in my story. Could be angsty ;). Anyway, here it is, I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 1. Remembering

Maya stared out over Sanctuary, silver eyes tinted fire courtesy of the sunset unfolding. Aware of the irony of the beauty before her, she sighed and stood from the windowsill. She and Axton had been through hell the moment that train exploded. Hunted by bullymongs, ambushed by bandits. Not to mention the incessant ramblings of Claptrap. It felt good to finally rest so they could start to formulate a solid plan to killing Handsome Jack once and for all. Thanks to the crimson raiders, they might actually have a chance.

She strapped her Maliwan SMG to her back. Giving herself a once-over in the mirror, she smirked. She was one badass Siren.

For this mission, she donned her black and grey jumpsuit, along with her monks hood. She wore her long blue hair down, and pulled the hood over her head.

There was a knock at the door, sighing she strode over and opened it, smiling at the familiar face that greeted her.

"Axton", she remarked. "To what do I owe the pleasure? Come to confess your love?" She batted her eyelashes and made a kiss face.

"In your dreams! I'd sooner confess my love to a skag" he scoffed. They laughed together at the banter that came so easily between the friends, before things turned serious.

"Be careful out there Maya, we don't know exactly what this 'Firehawk' is capable of, and with so many unstable followers that appear ready and willing to kill and die for him, well, let's just say I'd miss you around, I guess" he winked.

Maya smiled, thankful for her friends unwarranted concern. " I'll be fine Axton, but you're right. I'll have to tread this one with caution, according to Roland's echo recorder the area surrounding the firehawk will be teeming with bandits. Shouldn't be anything a Siren cant handle though" she said with conviction.

Axton nodded to her, exiting the room.

"See you when you get back sis"

Maya had been driving a few hours through Three Horns Divide, lost in thoughts that normally she would suppress, however with the long stretch of broken road and the seemingly never ending amount of distance left to her destination, her mind wandered into places she doesn't want to be.

"Mommy!"

The road hit a rough patch, gravel kicking up and spitting all around.

"Don't hurt my mommy, please!"

The cracking of the pavement filled her ears, a welcome sound to drown out the pleas in her head.

"Maya no! Just run Maya, RUN NOW!"

CRACK-CRACK-CRACK

"MOMMY!"

She didn't want to remember, she wanted to be strong. But there were times where they bubbled up, after festering for so long. despite nearly 20 years passing the wound was still so fresh, before she knew it she was lost, back in a time where her pain manifested…

… She wandered the halls of her home, calling out " mommy, where are you!"

"In here Maya dear!" her mother's voice sing songed from the kitchen. She ran down the hall in its direction, skidding to a stop in the entranceway and beaming up at the beautiful angel she called mother.

"Mommy!" she exclaimed. "I missed you so much today, I went to the pond and there was so many frogs, I bet there was a billion at least!"

Her mother chuckled. "I can tell, you are covered in mud and filth Maya! Forever my explorer huh?"

Maya nodded her head with great enthusiasm. "one day, I'm going to travel to all of the planets and they will write stories and sing songs about me, just like the great vault hunters!"

A look crossed her mother's face, briefly, then in a flash it was gone. "well if you're going to be a great adventurer, then you better eat your lunch so you can grow big and strong!" she placed a plate of meat and potatoes in front of her, and Maya happily dug in, humming a tune with no real melody.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Sharp and loud. Maya jumped and looked to the door, then to her mother. "who'd that mommy?"

Her mother pursed her lips, eyes never leaving the door. "you just stay here Maya, finish eating."

Maya resumed her meal, not thinking much of it. Instead she was looking forward to her afternoon! So many things to do, perhaps she will go back to the pond with a treat for the frogs, or she could go chase the butterfly's in the garden, or read more adventure stories of the great vault hunters! Maybe mommy would read them with her, maybe-

"NO no you can't take my Maya, it's not her fault, she is just a girl! PLEASE!"

Mommy? MOMMY! What is happening to my mommy?!

She ran from her chair, toppling it over as she went, she didn't look back. As she got to the door she saw a cloaked man, eyes sunken and black, his long skeletal fingers wrapped around her mother's throat.

"No! Don't hurt my mommy, please!"

"Maya no! Just run Maya, RUN NOW!"

Mayas hands balled into fists at her side. Something was happening to her, she felt strange and warm, like she was burning from the inside out. Her voice trembled, but she looked the intruder straight in the eye. "let her go. Now."

The man laughed, it was dark and deep. Mirthless.

"I don't think so Siren. You see, you have been requested. We can put your powers to great use. Unfortunately, we cant have anyone come looking for you now can we?"

And with that, before she could say a word, before she could even open her mouth, there was a loud SNAP!

It echoed sickeningly, and the only sound that would proceed it was her mother crumpling to the floor at the assailants feet.

"NOOOOO!"

Maya shot her hand in front of her. Throughout the years, Maya's mother told her she was special. What she had was a gift. "but the world is not so kind" her mother warned. "there are those who would want to take your power, to use it for evil, maybe even steal you away in order to harness that power. You must never use it outside of this house Maya. Never use it in front of anyone but me. Same for your markings, you must cover them if you go outside. Do you understand?" she asked, gripping her shoulders hard. Maya was scared. "I wont mommy!"

"PROMISE me Maya! You must promise!"

"I promise!"

Mayas mother embraced her, stroking her beautiful blue hair. "I'm so sorry my baby, one day you will understand."

Maya's powers were a sight to behold indeed. She could capture objects within the air, lifting them, moving them. She would use it to grab her chalk from across the room, or a toy or open a door. Once she tried to capture her glass of water across the room, but as soon as it was in the air the glass flipped and water splashed everywhere. She got a good scolding for that.

"Do not use your powers for such a trivial task Maya, my goodness! Use your hands and stop making a mess!"

Her mother called it Phaselocking. She never asked much more about her powers. Sometimes she wondered if there were others that could move and capture objects like her, with the strange blue markings. Were they too hiding from the world?

This time was different. She felt something that she had not felt while phaselocking chalk and glasses of water. No, this was different.

There was a tremendous pressure in her arm, peaking at the palm of her hand. Her markings felt as though they were burning hot, but not enough to cause pain. Her vision was tunneled, as she locked eyes with her mother's murderer, who she now had strung up in the air.

The man's eyes were no longer sunken, but bulging and red. Foam burst forth from his mouth, and she could hear his choking through the blood pounding in her ears. She could see the red that dripped from his nose, his ears. Still she held on.

The pressure in her hand was growing with the pressure of her phaselock, gripping the man's body so tightly until-

BOOM!

Maya was thrown to the floor, markings no longer burning, the pressure no longer there, leaving nothing but a dull ache. Everything was red. She couldn't even see in front of her anymore. Where was the man!

She brought her hands to her face, to find it wet and warm. Wiping whatever it was out of her eyes, she gasped. Hot blood filled the entryway to her home. It dripped from the ceilings, ran from the walls. It coated her from her head to her feet. The man had exploded, pieces of him littered all around her. "oh my god!" she cried. What happened?! Mommy what did I do! MOMMY!"

Maya crawled to her mother, frantically attempting to wipe the blood from her face.

"Mommy please wake up. Please tell me this is just a dream! What am I going to do?!" she sobbed.

She wasn't sure what to do. What could she? She was merely a child of seven, she has never known anything but this house and her mother. She was never allowed out to see the world, she knows nothing of how to take care of herself.

She wasn't sure how long she laid there, curled up to her mother, her body wracked with sobs. She cried until her throat was on fire, her eyes dried up, and she could cry no more.

She barely registered the footsteps coming up the walkway, but really she just didn't care anymore. Take me, I no longer want to live.

"My child" there was a warm hand resting on her shoulder. " you must get up, and come with me. I understand you are in the torments of grief, but we must hurry. It is no longer safe here. I promise we will come back for her, and lay her to rest as she should."

Maya willed herself to roll over, too tired to even attempt to phaselock him first. She saw old an man kneeling behind her, his eyes kind but pleading. He had a bushy white beard which was neatly groomed, and he was wearing long grey robes, complete with a hood framing his face.

"W-who are you?" she stammered.

" I promised your mother that if something were to ever happen, that I would take you to safety where you cannot be found, and look after you until you are old enough to look after yourself. To make sure no one finds you to use your powers. I, my child, am Brother Sophis of The Order."

She brought the runner to an abrupt stop. She was breathing hard, knuckles white on the steering wheel. "No" she told herself. "I came here for a reason, and it is NOT to wallow in misery over things I cannot change. I have a mission to do goddamnit".

She checked her map, she should be able to reach Frostburn Canyon by midday. She drove all through the night since leaving Sanctuary, she was tired but she couldn't stop now. She mustn't let her memories catch up to her.

She started the runner back up and continued on her way. Her thoughts drifted to her mission. Who was this Firehawk? And what did they want? She remembered the distorted voice crackling through the echo.

Come to Frostburn Canyon or people will die.

She would make this so called Firehawk eat those words. If there's one thing she has experience as of late, it's that all these bandits and creatures have a huge ego in common. Maya is quick to put them in their place shortly after.

She thought of the mysterious Angel too. Where had she come from, and why was she helping Maya and Axton to the extent she was? She had no reason not to trust her, but none to trust her either. It was hard being in a new place for Maya. All she known most of her life was The Order. As much as she hated to admit it, she supposed she could use any help she could get. But Pandora's violence was quickly telling her that she should be weary of anyone giving her a hand, for they could turncoat any second. In Pandora, everyone had a motive. And most were out for blood. Perhaps Angel was too, but right now, she needed to stop Handsome Jack, and she couldn't have made it as far as she did had it not been for Angel.

The sun moved through the sky as Maya moved through the canyon, before she came upon a narrow path with ugly barriers jutting from the ground, rendering driving impossible.

Guess I'm walking Maya thought to herself. She wasn't bothered, more foot action meant more killing, and she was aching to give these Firehawk followers a taste of her Siren abilities.

The ground sloped down in between the mountains, a deep canyon home to Ashmouth Camp. Time to get her fight on.