I'm not crazy.
Parker's thought came to her as a surprise. She knew what most people thought of her. She knew people felt uneasy around her. They always had. Until her team, her family. They still thought she was weird, but they were comfortable with her as she was. None of them called her crazy anymore, or insane, or maniacal, or the dozens of names she had heard over the years.
They had different names for her now, new names; names she didn't mind. Eliot sometimes called her darlin', his accent making her unable to be offended at such an old fashioned term. Sophie called her dear, or honey, or something else just as pleasant. Nate called her by her name when he bothered with names. Hardison called her girl, and sometimes man. It was confusing, but then again, so was Hardison. She liked it best when he called her baby, even if he didn't realize he'd said it. He was always so sweet to her. Her family called her many things, but mostly they called her Parker. She found herself smiling at the thought.
I'm not crazy. I'm Parker.