Author's Note: I've been rewatching Van Helsing lately, and a bunch of little one shot ideas popped into my head. So this is going to be a series of sorts for all of them, as I write them out. None of these one shots are related, and I'll be putting separate summaries and relationships/etc. at the start of each one.

Title: They Belong to Her
Rating: T
Characters: Flesh(Phil), Mohamad, Julius, Doc, Vanessa
Pairings: None
Summary: A sort of headcanon, sort of AU, season 2 blurb about how everyone else felt when Vanessa lost Dylan. (Words: 361)
Warnings: This is meant to be disjointed and choppy sounding. I also wrote this at 4 a.m. Minimal editing was done to this.

Enjoy.

They were hers. Even if it some didn't want to admit it to themselves. Like Doc. And Mohamad (though whether he could truly be counted was debatable). Or some of them did, but kept it to themselves, regardless. Like Flesh, and Julius.

But there was definitely no denying the connection when IT happened.

For Julius, it was like electricity. Lightning burning through his veins. Crackling. Sparking. Kicking his heart into overdrive. Burning his nerve endings and bringing him to his knees. Down harder than a right hook. And down further to the ground, so close to her and frying for it. Inside, and out, it felt like.

For Mohamad, healing but still nearly half dead. Who had never been turned and turned again. It was like a light, warm summer breeze. Cutting through the haze of pain and drugs, if only slightly. Reminding him of before the Rising. Sweet summer days that promised only relaxation. Barely there. Just a moment, and then gone again as he succumbed to Morpheus' embrace.

For Doc, her heart felt like it had frozen over. Between one heartbeat and the next. Ice dropping heavy and solid into her chest. Spreading like a wave. Freezing her lungs, and catching her breath in her throat. A familiar feeling for the self-admitted coward. The creeping chill of guilt leaving her chest hollow and her limbs numb.

And for Flesh. The first of their little group. It was like being set on fire. Yet without the pain. A miniature sun flaring up inside him. From the very first wave, he was on his knees, hand on his chest. The sheer, overwhelming heat forcing a shuddering gasp from him. Solar flares coursing through his body and blocking out everything else.

And for all of them. A seemingly endless Calling. Wails of rage and grief heard for miles and miles. And yet, audible to their ears alone. She Called to them, and though they didn't know how to answer, they could sense where she was. Like something within had been activated.

They were hers. Belonged to her. Irrevocably. And maybe, just maybe, that was all they needed to keep going. For now.