Hitting the doors to Sickbay at full speed, Kirk just missed being rendered unconscious by a flying surgical device. Everywhere in the room any small items not strapped, nailed or glued down hurtled wildly around, cold-cocking med staff and patients too slow to take cover.

Dropping to the floor and rolling into the room Kirk came up with his phaser drawn, looking for the boy. Behind him, Uhura had taken cover and crawled by inches towards the main bank of med beds, desperate to locate her son.

Silently signaling each other, they leap-frogged from protective cover to protective cover until the source of the chaos became apparent. Kirk finally understood the terrified cry and sprinted to the med bed with Uhura on his heels.

McCoy struggled to hold Grayson in his arms as the boy convulsed, screaming for Kirk by his personal name for him - "Daddy". McCoy leaned against the med bed, the boy's back to his chest and McCoy's arms wrapped like a straightjacket around Grayson to contain the seizures. Dropped hypos littered the floor around McCoy's feet.

"Gray! Buddy, what's wrong!?" Kirk shouted, running to take the boy in his arms.

McCoy, exhausted with the effort of keeping the boy safe and ducking the flying objects, released the child to Kirk and sagged on the med bed from fatigue.

In Kirk's arms the boy settled, sobbing but not hurling valuable medical gear around the room.

"Mama's gone! Daddy, mama's gone like Baba! I can't hear Mama!"

"No... no, buddy. Your mother's right here."

Uhura embraced them both, tears running freely.

"I left him for TEN MINUTES, Bones! What the HELL happened in here!?" Kirk demanded, terror darkening his irises.

"He was playin' in my office when he started shriekin' like someone was trying to kill'im. Kept sayin' Uhura was bleeding. I brought him over to the med-bed and he started having seizures.

"All hell broke loose when I tried to restrain him on the med bed. He knocked every tranquilizing hypo I had outta my hands. Finally had to just grab him and hold on. Damn strong three year old, I'm here to tell ya.

"That's when my medical equipment started twirlin' and dancin' all over Sickbay. I'd say we've empirically confirmed he's telekinetic."

No one answered right away. Kirk leaned against the med-bed, one arm around Uhura and the other holding Grayson close.

"We did this, Jim. We terrified him." Uhura admitted in hitched breaths.

"I think he scared us too!"

Jim's retort got a hint of a grin from Grayson.

"As the doctor - and one of the victims - in this medical emergency, you mind explainin' what the HELL just happened here and why it's your fault?" McCoy asked in his most politely irritated southern drawl.

"The Captain and I were having a heated discussion -" Uhura started.

"You two don't have any other kind!" McCoy interjected

"- about my role on future away missions. Apparently the captain's been preoccupied with some of the recent... mishaps I've experienced."

"You mean Grayson read those thoughts from Jim?" McCoy asked incredulously?

"I think so."

Mrs. McCoy didn't birth any dumb children. Her favorite baby boy, Leonard Horatio, made the next leap of logic in record time.

"Jim's a visual thinker - that means those thoughts were mostly images. Images of you, Uhura, during these... mishaps?"

"Yes. As the discussion heated up, I shielded so Grayson wouldn't experience my emotional state and mistake it for anything more than an argument with the captain. Grayson gets very uncomfortable when we argue."

"So you shielded and his head went silent." McCoy concluded.

Folding his arms across his chest, the country doctor collected his thoughts before delivering his considered medical opinion.