Thomas sat around the table with Janson and the other department heads. Janson glowered out at them menacingly.

"Our rate of incoming blueprints has decreased significantly." Thomas explained to kick off the brainstorm session. "The thing is, we have to stir the pot in group A, and Janson and I think we may know how. Clark," Thomas said to the Head of psychology and patient history, "What do you know about the one they call Newt?"

"Well," Clark said nervously, "He's, um, one of the leaders of the group. He fluctuates between second and third in command these days, though he used to be a permanent second. I've checked his medical history, and there's no record of his father, but his mother suffered from Manic Depression, Bipolar Disorder, and probably several other mental illnesses. She killed herself shortly before Newt was found and brought here, records show that she was not immune to the virus, but she never did catch it. The thing is, Newt has been showing some signs of depression, both in his actions and in the measurements we get off his brain, he's way out of balance." Clark seemed to had gradually gained confidence, and when his spoke now his voice was demanding. "We need to medicate him. I don't know exactly how, but I think we could use the chip to initiate a sort of painless electro-shock-therapy. Additionally-"

"Actually" said Thomas, a whiff of apology just barely detectable in his voice. "We, err, won't be medicating Newt. Like I said- Group A needs a change and, well, I think this is the place to get it."

"No, you don't understand" said Clark, looking worried. "If we don't medicate him, Newt will more than likely end up suicidal, like his mother."

"I understand." Thomas said. He was looking down, now. Janson looked proud as Thomas continued, "and how invaluable could those particular blueprints be? Suicide is the ultimate form of regression- the mirror image of the very response you've claimed we have to fight."

"Wait, you're going to stand back and watch a kid kill himself?" Clark said, scandalized, nearly yelling.

"Tell me me that you're sure we can find the cure without those blueprints, Clark."Said Tomas sadly. "You said in your consultation just a few months ago that those blueprints could be the key." Clark was pale, and looked dumbfounded. He leaned back in his chair, and ran a hand through his hair.

"Clark," said Thomas, "When- How long do you think it will be before Newt…"

"What tries to off himself?" Clark answered sinisterly casual. "Oh I dunno. According to the levels now it's a wonder he hasn't already." Then, the man stood violently and walked briskly, but clumsily out of the room.

Thomas found Clark's body just a day after Alby found Newt's. Clark had jumped. Just like the boy he knew he'd nearly killed.

AN: so for more stuff on his mother feel free to look at my other TMR fic 'humble beginnings'