He wasn't sure when he blacked out, but when he opened his eyes again, he found himself staring at the roof of the Fenton RV. He blinked, not understanding, then sat up. Jazz was in a chair nearby, reading one of her many books. Danny just stared, terrified that if he moved, he would wake up on the beach again. Was this reality, or was that? Had it all been in his head, or was this the dream? He couldn't even tell what was real anymore.
After a few minutes, Jazz noticed him and smiled. "Hey, you're awake!" When he only continued to stare with that near-panicked expression, she dropped the book into her chair and crossed over to sit next to him. "Danny, are you okay?" she asked, putting her hand on his shoulder in sisterly concern. He broke down, then, threw himself into her arms and cried for a very long time.
She stroked his hair as he finally calmed down. "Must have been some nightmare," she quietly remarked.
He laughed half-heartedly. "You have no idea." He gulped, almost afraid to ask. "Where's Mom and Dad?"
"Outside, trying to help the ferry guys fix the boat so we can get off this island."
"We're still here?" he asked desolately. At her questioning glance, he told her about his dream and the horrible things Silver had shown him and made him feel. He was sniffling again by the end of it, and couldn't quite finish. He stared at his feet through the telling and didn't look up when he stopped.
"Hey," Jazz whispered. She tilted his head up and made him look at her. "You hit your head in here. You have been unconscious for about an hour and a half. Trust me; you have not left the RV. You certainly didn't go on a two or three day journey fighting monsters, and we're certainly not dead. Okay?"
He nodded and managed to smile. "I know."
"Jazz, dear, do you see-" Maddie said as she peeked into the RV. She was abruptly cut off by her son, who couldn't resist but throw himself at her in a desperate hug. "Oh, sweetie!" she exclaimed, trying to gently extricate herself. "I'm glad you're awake."
"I dreamed you were dead," he sniffled.
She froze momentarily with a glance at Jazz, then held him until he was ready to back away. "Are you okay, sweetie?"
He nodded mutely and went out to reassure himself that his father was all right as well.
The damage to the ferry wasn't as severe as originally feared. It was up and running again long before the rescue team was able to arrive. Danny leaned against the rail with his back to the island as they passed the western beach. He never wanted to think about that place again. He certainly didn't want to-
That was fun, niño, whispered a voice into his mind. His heart actually stopped for a second, and he whirled around to face the wrecked Spanish galleon. Just for a moment, he saw Horace, Killjoy, Haight, and Silver standing side by side. Then the three men were gone. Silver waved lazily. Come back and play with me again some time.
A/N: So, what do you think? Was it real, or was it all in his head? I would like to say, as well, (and in absolutely no response to any of my reviews) that Danny's powers were never actually gone. She just made him think they were, and once he stopped thinking and forgot that they were supposed to have been, he broke free of her spell.