Title: crazy
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: mentions underage non-con
Pairings: het
Rating: R
Wordcount: 240
Point of view: third
Prompt: any/Parker, "No. Not ever. NO!"
She did have a couple good foster families. Really. Sometimes, she remembers them and mourns what might have been, if she'd been better and nicer and not so crazy. But she's always been crazy. Ever since Mama left her and ran, barely able to toddle around and say her name—not her real name, though, because a real name is what you choose for yourself, not what someone gives you before they even know you, and no one knows what Mama called her, not anymore—anyway. She's always been crazy, and before Nate and Hardison and Eliot and Sophie no one wanted crazy.
Well. Someone did. But she doesn't like to think about him, because he didn't listen to her, even when she pled and sobbed and screamed. And then when she took a bunny for comfort, he took it away and smirked down at her, but she showed him, she did, she made him explode in pretty flames and shiny sparks, and no one touches her without her consent, not anymore.
Because she's crazy. Because no one can predict her or contain her. Because she chose her own name and does what she wants, and she has people on her side now, Nate and Hardison and Eliot and Sophie. And maybe they're not as crazy as her, but they let her be as crazy as she wants, and sometimes she thinks maybe she doesn't have to be crazy anymore.