"It's the terrorist's daughter!"

"Everyone stay away! She could have a bomb on her!"

Lucille ignored the taunting of her classmates as she walking out onto the playground. It had been a full month since the attack – and since a larger attack in San Francisco – and a full two weeks since Lucille had been back at school. She was healthy; there had been no reason to keep her from her education.

And her father's death was also no excuse to stay away.

She sat herself down on a bench away from the other children, her eyes averted to her feet. After being told, Lucille had hoped that they'd been wrong; that the attack hadn't been the fault of her father. He would never hurt anyone, and she knew it. At least, she thought she had known him; with him always at work, she supposed she should have known better than to think she knew him that well.

Her mother had later been told that it had been him. He had sent a confession to Starfleet's top Admiral, explaining everything; about the deal with the agent from Section 31, about what that agent had asked him to do and what he had offered in return…

Lucille bit her lip. She was alive and well because of this man; this man who had told her father to kill people. His blood now ran through her veins. It made her feel guilty; if she hadn't been sick, then her father wouldn't have been forced to do whatever was asked of him. If she had been more careful and not caught the illness, her father wouldn't have been labelled a terrorist by those who didn't know the full story.

Being known as the terrorist's daughter was what she deserved, she supposed. None of the children would dare approach, her friends refused to talk to her, and even the teachers looked at her warily, as if she was going to explode at any moment.

A shadow fell over her, and Lucille looked up to find two older boys right there, glaring. Both were far taller than she was.

"You buying your time, are ya?" the first boy asked. He grabbed her shirt and pulled her up from the bench. "You're waiting until everyone's not looking before you blow this place up, aren't ya?"

Lucille struggled to pull away from him. "He didn't want to kill those people!" she pled. "He was trying to save me. That other man made him do it."

"Liar!" yelled the second boy. He slapped her across the face. "You're just saying that so you don't get into trouble! My dad said that terrorism runs in the family; the parents teach the kids. He said we need to show the kids what's what before they grow up. So that's what we're gonna do."

The first boy threw Lucille to the ground. She was too startled to realize that the pain in her face was fading away faster than it should, and instead she curled up into a ball to protect her head and vital organs. The two boys began to kick her. Around them a small crowd of children gathered, none of them willing to fetch the teacher.

Both boys laughed. "Go on! Show us the bomb!"

Lucille was on the verge of tears when something inside her changed. Her fear was replaced with anger; anger at the boys who had jumped to their conclusion so quickly, anger at the boys' parents for filling their heads with lies, and anger at the other children who weren't doing anything about it. The anger surged like that of an untamed tiger's, and Lucille began to uncurl from her defensive position.

The first boy smirked as she looked him dead in the eye. "You gonna take one to the face, then?" He went in for a high kick towards the head.

But Lucille grabbed his foot with barely any effort and bent it back, farther than a foot should be able to go. There was a deafening crunch of bone.

The boy screamed in pain and fell to the ground, holding his foot in agony. The second stared at his friend wide eyed before turning back to Lucille, who had climbed to her feet and was staring at him coldly. He tried to throw a punch, but Lucille caught his fist with one hand and squeezed hard, almost crushing it. As the boy cried out, Lucille grabbed his upper arm with her other hand and swung him towards the other students; they ran screaming as the boy landed hard where they had been standing.

This was when the teachers arrived, and only then did Lucille blink back to reality. She saw the two boys lying in pain on the playground, and her eyes widened. Did I do that?

She could remember doing it, she realized to her horror. But how had she been able to do so, never being that strong before? And why had she gotten the sudden urge to violently fight back when before, she'd never even thought about harming others?

Lucille didn't have these answers when one of the teachers demanded an explanation; she was only able to provide the what, and not the how and why. While the two boys were taken to the nurse, Lucille went willingly to the head teacher's office. She wondered why she wasn't being checked over by the nurse too.

But then she realized she was not in pain, and when she examined herself, she found there were no bruises, either.

Her mother said nothing to her when she arrived at the school. The car journey home was silent, as well. Only when they were settled down in the lounge and Lucille had greeted Sonny, her dog, did Rima finally speak up.

"Lucille…I don't know what to say," she spoke. Her voice was soft, but not in the way it used to be. Rima hadn't been the same since the death of her husband. "I refused to believe it when I was told what had happened. But then I saw the state of those boys… Why? Why would you do that? And how?"

"I don't know." Lucille avoided eye contact with her mother out of guilt. "Those boys started hurting me because of what Daddy did. I was scared…but then I got angry. They were saying things that weren't true, and the others watching weren't getting a teacher. I sat up and… I knew what I was doing, but I forgot that it was bad until the teachers came; they made me remember."

Rima rose from her seat and began to pace, like she always did when she was either worried or uncertain; this time it was a combination of both.

"Mummy," Lucille spoke up. Rima continued to pace. "Do you think the bad man's blood made me do that?"

Her mother paused, the uncertainty fading away. Deeper worry filled its place.

She turned to her daughter. "Lucille, I want you to go to your room and get changed out of your uniform, and once you are I want you to pack your things. Pull out your suitcase and put as many things as you can in there. Your clothes mostly, but you can put a few other things in there, too. Pack some things to play with in your backpack, and don't forget your rabbit. When you're done, I want you to put your things by the door and fetch Sonny's belongings as well."

"Where are we going?" asked Lucille. But her mother didn't answer; she only hurried into her room, shutting the door behind her. When Lucille heard her switch on her comm unit, she disappeared into her own room to do as her mother said.

The next half hour was spent packing. Lucille tried to be neat, but she had never packed her own bag before; all she knew was that the shoes always went at the bottom. She was able to fit almost all her clothes into her suitcase, her uniform being the only thing she didn't pack; she somehow knew she wouldn't need it. She didn't have many toys, and any books she was reading had been downloaded onto her PADD. The few toys she owned were laid across the top of her suitcase before she closed it, and she put any remaining toys into her backpack. Her PADD was placed in there too, leaving room for snacks. She kept her stuffed rabbit under her arm for comfort.

Lucille was worried that she wouldn't be able to pull her suitcase out to the front door. She contemplated asking her mother to help her, but she could hear her talking; whoever she had contacted was still on the line, and it sounded serious. Lucille attempted to pull it on her own…and found that the case was not as heavy as she'd thought it would be. With her backpack on, she pulled the case from her room and left it by the door.

She then filled her backpack with snacks and a water bottle, before putting that by the front door and fetching Sonny's belongings. She found a bag to use and placed the dog's lead and treats inside. She collected his food and drink bowl as well, along with a small bag of his food, before carrying it all out to the front door as well.

There was a five minute wait before Rima appeared with a suitcase of her own, along with her largest handbag. She opened a draw and brought out the passports.

"Where are we going?" asked Lucille again.

"We're taking a shuttle to San Francisco," said her mother. She opened the bag which held Sonny's belongings and took out the lead, attaching it to the dog's collar. "I've been in touch with an old friend who's one of the Starfleet officers looking into the recent attacks; he'll know someone who can figure out what's happening to you. Hurry up."

She opened the front door, and Lucille followed her out. "But why are we leaving now?"

"Because the parents of those boys won't like what's happened," explained her mother. "Ever since your father did what he did, people have been jumping to conclusions too quickly."

They took the turbo-lift down and hurried outside their building. The stop for the shuttle bus was right outside, and luckily for them, one arrived seconds later. "Put your hood up," Rima instructed, referring to the hoodies they were wearing. Lucille did so.

Rima paid their fare and they boarded. If the driver was surprised to see Lucille carrying what looked like a heavy suitcase, he didn't show it. Once the cases were packed away in the baggage compartment, the small family took their seats at the back of the shuttle bus as it pulled away. Rima took out her PADD to double-check the times when the next shuttle for San Francisco would be leaving.

In doing so, she didn't see what Lucille saw out the back window – a whole squadron of police showing up outside their building, thankfully ignoring the bus as it sped down the road.

"Jim, we need to talk."

Jim Kirk turned away from his discussion with Spock, acknowledging his friend and CMO. "Bones, can it wait? I'm kinda busy here." He gestured over to where Scotty was overseeing the Enterprise's repairs, and then to Spock. "It's like you're trying to stall our eventual return to the stars, which wouldn't surprise me."

"Dammit, Jim! This is serious." McCoy's expression held little annoyance; it was that serious worry which appeared whenever he wasn't overreacting about something.

This caught the Captain's attention. "What's it about?"

McCoy looked around at the construction workers and the various crewmen attending their duties. "Not here. We need to hold a staff meeting. Senior Officers only."

"It shall be done," said Spock.

Ten minutes later, those Senior Officers were gathered in the meeting room; Kirk, Spock, McCoy, Scotty, Chekov, Sulu and Uhura. Carol Marcus was also present.

"And why am I here, Captain?" she asked.

Jim took a sip of his drink. "You're not part of the family yet, but you will be soon." She opened her mouth to tell him otherwise, but the Captain turned his attention to McCoy. "So what is it, Bones?"

McCoy took in a deep breath. "You remember in the debriefing, they said a man named Thomas Harewood let off the bomb in London?" Everyone acknowledged. "They said it was to save his daughter; it was part of the deal Khan made with him."

"And Khan was able to save her from her terminal illness by creating a serum with his blood," said Spock.

The doctor nodded. "The same serum I used to bring Jim back to life. Well, Admiral Barnett received a call earlier from the girl's mother. Apparently, that little girl was being bullied by these two boys, and she retaliated – by bending one's foot right back to his leg, and tossing the other into the crowd of children watching."

The officers in the room were silent.

"Were these boys her age?" asked Sulu.

"They were older," said McCoy. "And bigger. It seems that the serum has a few…side effects, so to speak. The girl is on her way to San Francisco now, but I was called to ask you, Jim, if you were having similar urges for violence, or anything unusual like that."

Jim shook his head. "I don't feel the urge to toss my crew around like rag-dolls – although now that I think about it, I was able to beat Spock at a game of three-dimensional chess in record time."

"I was, as you would say, 'going easy' on you, Captain," Spock admitted. "Although it should have taken you far longer to defeat me even then; I merely did not notice at the time because an Ensign called for my attention."

"Superior intellect was another one of Khan's abilities." McCoy sighed. "It looks like you'll have to be examined, Jim."

"Do I have to? It's bad enough when I let you poke me."

"It's just to make sure you don't turn into a homicidal maniac," McCoy assured him.

"There's nothing wrong with me!" Kirk protested. "And I'll prove it. Computer, is there anything wrong with me?"

"Heart-rate is higher than the average human, and physical condition is far better than it has ever been," the computer replied.

Jim blinked in surprise, trying to ignore McCoy's 'I told you so' glance. "Must be a malfunction."

"Let's find out," said McCoy, a smile on his face. "Computer, scan…Lt. Uhura and tell me her condition."

Uhura didn't protest as she awaited the computer's results. "No illness can be detected within her system, although a proper medical examination is required to determine this. The only notable change is internally, for the scan shows that she is precisely one month pregnant."

Jim spat out a mouthful of water right in McCoy's face. Chekov almost fell off his chair while Scotty did fall off his chair. The eyes of Carol and Sulu widened in shock. Spock's expression went from stoic to showing an uncountable amount of emotions, and Uhura looked as though she was going to faint.