Ground Control to Major Tom Your circuit’s dead, there’s something wrong Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you…. Here am I floating round my tin can Far above the moon planet Earth is blue and there’s nothing I can do.
hi, just wondering, but what the fuck is wrong with some of y'all that you’re policing something totally pure to the point where a father is having to defend a totally innocent exchange with his daughter - if you’re calling this inappropriate, the problem is with your mindset, not with their interaction
Except for the whole out of character thing about Ziva hiding pregnancy, not knowing Tony at all and stuff, “Family First” is proof all the way that she is alive, come on guys the bag full of things, the photo, the scarf and everything ugh don’t get me started.
bonus: Paris, the flashbacks, the “I loved her Tim”, she was my family and ABA! *sobbing*
Behind the Scenes of Planet of the Dead - Part Nine
Excepts from the podcast with Julie Gardner (executive producer), James Strong (director), and David Tennant
David: Can I just say, Adam James, I’ve known for 10 years. We did a play together at Manchester Royal Exchange, and he’s been banging on to me about getting him into Doctor Who since I started - to get him to come and play a part - I’ve had no joy whatsoever, but then…
James: Then I met him last year doing Hustle
James: …and then he banged onto me
David: [laughing] Yeah, and you managed to get him in!
James: And there he is!
Julie: Also, I met him last year when we all went on a little trip together
David: Of course, yes, yes
Julie: He is hilarious. He’s one of the funniest men I’ve ever met!
James: Bless him.
David: There he is. Very pleased to finally be in Doctor Who.
Julie: He’s great, and he just kept going on these cold nights.
James: Yes, he did - and his bits were always right at the end. He was always sat in his little police car with Norman the extra, pull out right at the end.
Julie: David, you can’t have had much time with him
David: No, that was the only slightly disappointing thing. We have sort-of one scene together at the end, a tiny little thing, yeah. So no we didn’t really. We hung out a bit between
When she turned five, her parents broke the news too her.
America would offer so many possibilities there would be no reason to fear leaving their home country.
When she was 10 and her father was buried six feet under and her mothers tongue refused to speak the language despite constant nights of fighting to form the words, she had to quit school to fend for their small shack of a home.
At 13 she got her first real job at the tallest building in their city, cleaning under a man that shared in her heritage and suddenly American seemed like the place her father bragged about so many years ago.
At fifteen she’s offered false promises by a man old enough to be her grandfather, but when he talks about her home in a way she could never remember, she gives herself too him in turn for stories.
At 16 she was pregnant with a CEO’s baby, and her mother was torn over the ruined innocence of her daughter and what would become of her grandson.
At 17 she’s carrying a bundle in her arms, as she walks down to a courthouse as the father of her child uses various accessories to hide his features in case any one recognizes him.
At 18 she refuses to see her mother, the woman who scolded and cried to her in a language that was now long gone to her daughter, and she wraps her arms around her infant as if too shield him from her past, but she isn’t aware that it’s the future that will force her son too see the worst in the world.
At 23, after receiving another letter from the school about her son, she realizes that she can’t keep him trapped in a house void of love, but she can stay behind and fix it for when he gets back. She always wanted to go to summer camp as a kid.
At 27 when her son is ten, and she has the same number of bruises up and down each arm, she refuses to look her son in the eyes. She robbed him of her rich culture, and thrusted him into a new one that refused too see them, because the robes his mother wore when she was 5 still hung on her no matter how many times she tried to shed them.
At 27, her son is so full of hatred for an unforgiving world that she put him in, and she understands she can’t take that back. But that doesn’t mean she won’t try.
At 27 and a half she forgets she makes that solemn vow and it’s another summer at camp for her son.
At 27 and a half she lets a red haired man who smiles too much for her tastes take her son because theirs so much determination and love in his eyes when he gazes at Max, that she’d be damned if she didn’t let a true parent show her son what it meant to be in a house where you didn’t have to avoid eye contact in fear of getting in trouble.
Right now, she sits at her desk, writing a letter and a check too a little boy that has been her only solace in this world. To her son that has lightened her life in ways she never noticed until now. To a son she loves very much. And she knows this isn’t a good enough apology, but she knows it’s a start.
I love you Max, and I’m sorry for what I’ve done to you and I promise to fix it this time. I love you so very much.
Max wasn’t sure if he was supposed to cry or not, but he was sure staring numbly at the walls wasn’t what he was supposed to do. They had been getting ready to eat breakfast together at the dining table when David brought in the mail.
The six figure check was gifted to David in a separate envelope with a letter that promised more, along with with more promises of an upcoming visit from Max’s mother and grandmother who were both excited to see him.
David calmly took the check, still in shock from the amount of money, and set it on top the fridge, brief thoughts of planning a family camping trip with the upcoming visitors ran through his mind, but all thoughts ran clear once he turned to face Max.
Max couldn’t control the shaking that had over come him.
He had never received something that was filled with such love from either of his parents. The closest that came was the brief hug shared between his mother and him before David carried him back to Sleepy Peak.
And his father was out of the question, vague memories of him being held and a quick kiss to his temple before they left him on his first day of camp by the older man appeared from time to time, but Max couldn’t tell if he had just made up the interaction to fill that void or if his father was capable of showing that much affection to his bastard son.
David crouched next to him, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder and a top of the small fist that was clenched so tightly on the letter.
“Max?” David called, trying to draw Max out of whatever trance had fallen upon him. Max furrowed his brows as he stared hard at wall before him, his body shaking so hard he was making the chair creak.
When he heard David’s voice he let his fist open, allowing David to take the letter. David stood up, but kept his hand on Max shoulder while reading the wobbly hand writing.
“Oh, Max.” David whispered, voice so quiet Max barely caught it.
It came out as a pained wheezed, and then stronger, and Max suddenly realized he was sobbing. He touched his cheek and found his finger tips wet with tears unknown to to him had fallen.
David slowly scooped up the boy, letting Max cry hard into his shoulder fists balling up in the man’s shirt.
“I know, buddy. Shh, it’s okay Max. It’s gonna be okay.” David cooed, pacing the kitchen floor as he rubbed the boy’s back.
“Why?” Max cried, summing up so many questions into one word and David felt his chest tighten, having no answers to settle his pleas.
“It’s gonna be okay.” David made his way into the living room setting down on the couch, and Max curled up in his lap, letting the rest of the tears slip by.
“I fucking hate her!” Max spat, wiping the tears away only to be replaced by more.
David shushed him gently, running his fingers through the soft, black curls.
“Why’d she fucking stay with him? Why’d she have me? Why do I have to carry her fucking shame?” He yelled.
“You don’t have too, Max. Your not your parents, you’re not their mistakes. You’re not what they think, believe, or do. You’re you. Nothing has to change that.” David soothed, letting the words fall among the sniffling and teary eyed hiccups.
Max sniffed and took a deep breath, allowing his nerves to calm.
“Stop speaking cryptic shit like that, you sound like the quarter master.”
David laughed loudly, and both felt the mood lighten. And both were very grateful for it.
They stayed like that for most of the morning.
David held him close, thinking of mothers and marriages of his own past, and Max held on tight to David’s arm that was stroking Max’s upper arm in an attempt at comfort, wondering if moments such like these were what it mean to have a mothers love
SO LATELY I HAVE BEEN READING ABOUT THIS AND THAT AND FOUND IT REALLY INTERESTING HOW *proceeds to dump all knowledge acquired in the last months in one big speech which has nothing to do with anything the interviewer had been aiming for*
Okay but -
Also!!! My daughter did this thing!!!
It was sometime the next night when Max noticed something was off. After they had finally gotten in and out of sleepy peak general, and were safely back at camp, David was noticeably different. He seemed to be quieter, had less to say. He didn’t correct Max as much on his language, or try to reel Nikki in from almost breaking her arm in a recent tree climbing incident. Max originally believed that Daniel had possibly broken out of prison or wherever the hell they sent him, and taken over. But the unmistakable hum of the camp song coming from David in the early mornings was enough to render that point moot. Not that he cared or anything, but it would be smart to find out if the camp had been over run by a crazy imposter.
Max watched at breakfast, as David walked in. His smile smaller, yet more forced somehow. He sat alone-Max took note that he didn’t eat anything that morning. He just sat, fiddling with that yellow scarf of his in the same hideous shade of yellow their camp shirts were made of. He could’ve sworn David muttered something under his breath, but wasn’t about to question it.
Gwen walked into the mess hall a few moments later and sat down with some coffee and toast, unaware of how odd David was being.
“Hey, so the canoes are all set up.” She stated, not looking up from the trashy magazine she had brought to read.
David stiffened. “Canoes? Why?”
Gwen looked at him, unamused. “Because we’re teaching these heathens how to canoe today. I thought you read the camp itinerary.”
“I-I do! I guess my head has just been somewhere else…” he trailed off.
“Are you feeling okay Davey?”
David seemed to freeze up entirely at that. As though he was a computer trying to load. The look on his face was indescribable, but Max was sure he never wanted to see it again, and from the way Gwen was staring at him, he had a feeling she felt the same.
“David!” Gwen shook him and he seemed to snap out of his trance.
“What? Gwen? Oh, um sorry-I spaced out I suppose! Yeah yeah, I’m fine. I just haven’t been called Davey in a while and, um…” he trailed off, not wanting to say too much. Just…just give me a second to go and check the safety gear. You can never be too careful.“ He put on a fake smile and left the mess hall.
"What the fuck?” Gwen muttered, watching him leave.
Max got up and headed to the exit.
“Max, where are you going?” Neil asked.
“Gonna go see what the fuck David is doing. If he commits suicide then there’s a good chance Gwen will kill us by virtue of being left alone with us.” Yeah, that was why. He certainly didn’t care about David or anything.
He exited the mess hall and went to find David. He was standing alone nowhere near the water, muttering to himself.
“Keep it together…everything will be fine…keep it together…”
“David, what the fuck are you doing?”
David spun around. “M-max! When did you get here!?”
“Just now. What the hell are doing muttering to yourself in a corner? That’s the shit serial killers do.”
“Oh, nothing! Just repeating an old mantra to get my spirits up! Why don’t you go get ahead of the curb and put on your life vest-the rest of the camp will be out in a minute!” He ruffled Max’s hair and walked over to the canoes. He put on his life vest, but hesitated when he got close to the water. Taking a deep breath, he took a step closer and sat in one of the canoes.
The kids gathered around the canoes and put on their life vests quickly, all partnering up until their was one spot left for Max, and of course it had to be with David. Now typically a ride with David would be awful, but maybe Max could find out what was wrong with David. Not that he cared or anything, but if David was finally snapping he should at least be prepared to make a break for it before he went full axe murderer on the camp.
David did most of the rowing, and looked uncomfortable all the while. His eyes darted around wildly, his hands trembled as he paddled the ores, and he was visibly sweating though weather certainly wasn’t warm enough to warrant that.
“What the fuck is your problem?” Max asked suddenly, possibly too harsh.
“What do you mean?” He asked quickly and rather nervously.
“I mean, what the fuck is you problem? You’ve been acting weird ever since we got back from saving space kid. I don’t know what set you off, but you’re freaking me the fuck out.”
“I-I assure Max, it’s nothing.” David replied, though his body language indicated otherwise.
“Don’t fucking lie to me, camp man!”
“Max, I am not lying to you!”
By now they had the whole camps attention, though both took no notice.
“And anyway, you shouldn’t be concerned with me. I’m an adult, I can handle myself just fine!”
“Oh, you can handle yourself? Just like how you handled taking space kid to the hospital? Just like how you could handle being nice for a day? Just like how you could handle that fucking cultist!? He was going to kill you if I hadn’t messed with your emotions and he hadn’t poisoned himself!”
“You don’t think I didn’t know he was a cultist? You don’t think I didn’t know he was going to kill me? Max I was perfectly aware, but I figured that if anyone could fix it you could! You’re certainly much more capable with this kind of stuff-I would’ve got us all caught if I tried getting the police down to camp!”
“Well why didn’t you just take care of it instead of letting him get minutes away from killing you!? Why didn’t you attempt to fight him instead of standing there singing and doing nothing!?”
“Maybe because I wanted him to!” David suddenly yelled. “Maybe I wanted him to do me in because I deserved it!”
The shouting match had stopped, and David immediately smacked a hand over his own mouth, realizing what he had just shouted to the camp. But the couldn’t take his words back-he had just admitted something he swore to never reveal, and the whole camp had heard. His eyes were wide as dinner plates with pupils the size of pinpricks. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes, yet he didn’t notice. He entire body was shaking like a leaf. The camp was caught in a deafening silence.
“Campers, I think that’s enough canoeing for one day…” Gwen broke the uncomfortable and stunned silence, staring at David concernedly.
David paddled them back shore in complete silence. Max didn’t know what to say, and David couldn’t bare to even look him in the eyes. The canoes were pulled ashore.
Gwen hurriedly walked over to David, who had since calmed down and now just looked ashamed. Sad and ashamed.
“David, do you want to-”
“I’m…going on a hike. I need to be alone right now.” His voice sounded weak and broken. He looked over his shoulder to a sea of concerned and bewildered faces. The look on his face was heartbreaking. “I’m very sorry you had to see that campers.” He apologized, before walking off into the woods.
“Holy shit.” Max finally breathed.
“Should we do something?” Space kid asked, worried.
“Ith he going to be okay?” Nerris pondered.
“Kids, why don’t we go back to the mess hall. I’ll send someone to check on David. I’m sure he’s fine-probably just stressed.” Gwen tried to calm them, though her own worries made it difficult to do so.
“Max?” Gwen turned to him. “Why would you-”
“If there’s anyone David is willing to talk to, it would be me. He’ll probably try to make it into some lesson about loving yourself or something. Anyway, he wouldn’t turn me away if I was going to willingly sit with him.” If David went and offed himself it would be blamed on Max for being in the canoe and fighting with, that’s why he was going. It’s not like he cared or anything.
He expected Gwen to object, but she simply nodded, knowing he was probably right. Max was his clear favorite, or at the very least, he spent much more time on Max than anyone else. Max took off, trying to figure out where he would’ve gone off to. He remembered the story David had told the kids in the car a few nights ago, and made an assumption that the Sleep Peak pine would be pretty important to him.
It took some wandering, but Max eventually found the tree-he supposed that hike David had taken him on to find a branch had some use after all-and sure enough, there was David. He was leaned against the tree, staring at his handkerchief with sad eyes. He pressed it close to his chest and hugged it there. As Max got closer, he heard David and finally realized what he had been muttering earlier in the mess hall.
“I’m sorry Jasper…I’m so sorry…” he sniffed.
“You’ve kept your camp shirt wrapped around your neck this whole time?” Okay, maybe not the best thing to open with, but Max didn’t have much else.
“It’s not mine, it was ‘his…’” Max didn’t have to work too hard to figure out who 'he’ was “Well, one of his anyway.” David responded quietly. He turned to Max. 'Why are you out here? I’m not around to force any camp activities on you, and now your hiking on your own?“
"Hey, someone had to make sure you didn’t kill yourself. If you did than I’d get blamed and you know how much the cops just love to find reasons to blame minorities and-” David cut Max off before he could go into a tirade.
“I wasn’t planning on it. I told you, I just needed some time.”
“Could’ve fooled us back there.”
David winced at his words, but sighed and nodded in acceptance. He moved over, giving Max a place to sit, which he took.
“I suppose you’re right.” He half-heartedly laughed, with no smile to be seen.
“That story you told us in the car was a lie, wasn’t it?”
“Not entirely. The basic story remained the same. Just with a lot more swearing, and I still wasn’t exactly in love with Camp Campbell afterwards. I didn’t hate it anymore, but I didn’t love it as much as I do now.”
“Figured. So, Jasper didn’t die in that story, huh?”
“No, surprisingly he really did survive all of that.”
“What happened then?”
David was quiet for a moment, staring at the shirt. Finally, he opened his mouth.
“It was the end of the year. Jasper and I had become closer. I still considered him the best camper, even if he was having doubts. Even when he thought this capm sucked he worked hard to make everyone feel loved and needed. He wanted to make the campers as happy as possible, no matter how hard it was. One night Jasper decided he wanted to see Campbell’s summer home on spooky island-find those bears Cameron had killed. We weren’t allowed to go, but I wouldn’t let Jasper go it alone. We snuck out after hours and stole a canoe. We made it over fine but when we decided to go home…” he struggled to continue. “A storm had started…w-we thought we could get across, it wasn’t that far.” The bit his lip. “The canoe tipped. By that time there were people searching for us, but we weren’t seen in the storm and the dark. We kept trying to swim but the waves were choppy and fast and we couldn’t get up. Jasper h-he, managed to get me on top of the canoe. I tried to save him-I tried so hard to pull him on with me but the waves kept coming pushing us apart! They wouldn’t let up! I kept reaching but he kept getting farther and farther and farther and-!” He couldn’t bring himself to say it.
“He drowned, didn’t he?” Max asked, finishing his sentence.
David nodded, the tears pouring once again. “By the time someone got us out of there, I had passed out from the water in my lungs and the hypothermia. They pulled Jasper out and they tried to resuscitate us but…I-I was the only who woke up…”
“And now you think it’s your fault he died because he saved you and you couldn’t return the favor. And you’ve been so freaked because after telling us that story all those bad memories flooded back.”
David let out another half, chuckle. “You’re a smart kid, Max. A really smart kid…I want you to be happy here. As happy as I am. But I hope you never have to go through what I went to get there.” He stared off into the distance, thinking. “Jasper did everything he could to make Camp Campbell a safe haven for everyone-to make everyone as happy as possible. I figured that if I couldn’t save him, the least I could do was carry on his goal.
"Do you think Jasper would want you to live with guilt like that? Because that’d be pretty fucked of him.”
“No. But he’s not around anymore is he? I would never kill myself though, that I promise. It wouldn’t be right after what he did to keep me alive.” He pulled out his wallet and pulled a wrinkled old photo from it. “I always keep it with to remind me what I’m living for. What I’m doing all of this for.”
Max looked at it, a picture of David and Jasper. Their arms were linked and both seemed so happy. Max recognized that face and suddenly he had the terrifying thought that Nikki may have been right about ghosts on Spooky Island. Max stared at the photo, pondering whether to tell David he had met a Jasper who looked just like this not too long ago.
“Maybe another time…” Max thought. David would probably just think it was a cruel joke anyway, and even for Max that was too far.
“Don’t tell Mr. Campbell I told you about Jasper. If he found out he’d kill us both.”
Max assumed it to be a joke, but knowing Campbell he might’ve been entirely serious.
“You ready to go back to camp?” Max asked.
“I think I’m gonna sit here a little longer. Take in the view. The sunset is incredible from here.”
“Well, I guess I’m gonna have to stay here and make sure you don’t do anything stupid.” Max responded, feeling himself relax.
David, for the first time in a while, looked at him with a genuine smile. “Thanks Max.”
“Yeah yeah. If you tell anyone about this I swear to god I’ll stab you while you sleep.”
David was right, the sunset was amazing. Max stretched, feeling exhausted from the events of the day and leaned against David. David put an arm around Max and he’d him closer-like a half hug. It was comforting, and sense of warmth filled Max’s chest as his overzealous counselor smiled down at him, making it known how lucky David thought he was to have kid like Max around with a single look. Not the he cared or anything. Well…maybe he cared a little.