Ok, here's my secret surprise to all my Helpless readers… a sequel! Yea, the title is a little corny but I like keeping things similar when I write. This is AU and takes place years after the end of Brotherhood. I've rewritten it multiple times, trying to toy around with Clover's personality and her relationships with everyone. I hope you enjoy the story.

I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of the characters. I do own my OCs Clover, Avis, and Azalea while Leigh, January, and Braeden are owned by my friend.

Warnings: Yes, there will be M-rated things in here including foul language and the occasional vague sex scene.

If you notice any errors (spelling, grammar, plot, OOC) please let me know.

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For the past 25 years some people haven't died, they were supposed to die, people watched them die… but a year or so later the dead comes back to life, just as they were when they were alive with all their memories in tact. Loved ones were both appalled and enthralled with it. More often than not the dead would be killed by those around them out of sheer fear. It's become my job, and my best friend's job, to hunt down these people and gather their stories and track down whatever leads we can find on who's causing all this. For the past two years that's what I've done, hunt down the undead and trace deadend leads.

My partner, January Elric, settles beside me with our lunch in her hands. As we eat our sandwiches we explore all the leads we've collected from the town. Same old same old. Someone offered these people a second chance. They accept and poof they're back to life. Strangely enough though, the time varies, some come back after just a few days other a few years. We've even got proof that Zolf J. Kimblee is back when he died back during the Great War.

"Where to next?" January asks around her sandwich. I stab the map, Dublith, there have been a large collection of people coming back to life. Most of them from our very reliable source. "You just want to see him again." January glares at me with her gold eyes.

"You want to see your dog too."

"He's not a dog." January mutters.

"Let's go… the train's leaving in a few minutes." I stuff down the last of my sandwich before standing up. January follows, lifting her backpack onto her shoulder. The two of us shuffle to the train station of some small town to the west. While on the train I decide I should probably write a letter home. My crappy handwriting is only made worse by the bumping and rocking of the train.

"What are you doing?" January asks.

"Telling Mom we're alive." I reply. "Last time we told them anything we were up north." January sighs. "You know they worry about us."

"I know. I just wish they'd understand we're just like they were… except they already had kids at our age."

"But they're already saved the world too." January shrugs and continues to stare out the window at the rolling fields.

As weird as it sounds my family is rather famous and well known. Ling Yao and his wife Avis Yao helped save Amestris all those years ago, and January's parents Edward Elric and Leigh Elric did too. That's how January and I got to be such close friends, we grew up together with my big sister and her big brother. Speaking of big sister, I should probably pay her a visit while I'm in Dublith, I'm sure she'll be able to give us some more supplies.

Scrawling my name down "Love Clover~" I fold the letter up and address it. I'll drop it off when we get to Dublith. For now though I should sleep. I close my eyes and let the train rock and shake me to sleep.

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"Clover, wake up." January shakes my shoulders until I open my eyes. I grab my backpack and my letter and head off the train. Dublith is where I consider home. I was born and raised here until I started school. My sister lives here as well as my best and most reliable source. After my letter's been dropped off at a post office January and I head to the back alleys. It's strange to have so many people nod and greet us. We spend too much time here. Though, January and I are unforgettable, and it's not narcissistic to say. I've got heterochromia, a mutation that gives me one blue eye and one green eye, with my mother's long wavy brown hair. January has her mother's straight brown hair and her father's shocking gold eyes. People often stare at us, I've seen people trip over trashcans from watching us too long.

Eventually we stop in front of a particular building and slide inside. It's dark and smoky but I feel at home among the smell of alcohol, cigarettes, sweat, and sex. A few people turn and stare as we walk through the bar towards the lounge. "January!" A particular voice barks. I turn just in time to watch one of the undead come running over, his hair spiked up and his eyes glitter with excitement. Dolchetto, the dog chimera, was given a second chance at life. He stops just before the brunette who smiles, they begin sharing stories as I weave my way through bodies lounging in chairs. It's not hard to find my subject, a big breasted woman under each arm, his feet kicked up on a coffee table. Greed certainly stands out.

"Hey Greed." I fold my arms and knee Greed's legs, trying to move them off the coffee table.

"Hey, it's my favorite mutant!" Greed smirks. "What brings you back to Dublith?" Since his long legs aren't budging I straddle them and sit on his ankles. His eyebrows furrow and he frowns but doesn't move. "Got yourself in trouble?"

"It's impossible for me to get in trouble Greed." I roll my eyes. "I came back because of you."

"Couldn't stay away?" He smirks again. The girls under his arm giggle.

"Shut up." I snap mainly to the girls. "You've said a lot of people have come back and it's my job to check it out. Now spill." I slap his knee gently.

"Playing rough today huh?" Greed lifts his arms and the girls slide from under them. He leans forward and smirks. "How about we go to the back room and I'll tell you everything you want to know?"

"You're sick." I snap again.

"If only you didn't have such a harsh tongue." His hands slide up my arms. "Then again… it's a part of your charm… you're beauty." Slowly he brushes my hair behind my ears.

"If you tell me what you know…" I slow my voice to a dangerous level, "we can negotiate something."

Greed's purple eyes sparkle. "I like the way you think." He grabs me by the waist and lifts me up as he simultaneously pulls his feet from under me. "I'll be right back ladies." He shoots his girls a wink and smirk, they grin and giggle. Greed leads me through the back rooms of his little bar, I give January a five minute warning, typically that's all the time I need to get the information I need from Greed.

Said homunculus draped himself down onto his bed and sends me his warmest smile. Instead of sitting on the crimson sheets I sit in the low chair beside the bed. Greed immediately sits up and settles across from me, his legs trapping mine. "Spill." I tell him trying to ignore the shudders running up my spine from his contact.

"I've personally seem Kimblee in Dublith." He blurts out.

"Lately?"

He rolls his eyes. "Yes you idiot, lately. Three days ago to be exact. I had Dolcetto trail him and from the looks of it he's staying in Dublith for a few days." Shivers run up my spine. "I'd corner him while you have the chance." Greed's hand begins to stroke my knee cap. I try my hardest not to laugh at the tickling sensation.

"Alright. What else?"

He leans over to a nightstand and hands me a file. "A list of the people I've found alive in the area. I don't know why you're having me do all your dirty work."

"Look." I swat at Greed's hand, still rubbing my knee. "I can't waste my time following every lead, with you helping I know I can find real cases of people who have died and come back."

"So no good leads?" The black haired man asks, his hands sliding to my thighs.

"Stop touching me." I demand.

"You owe me some kind of payment." His low voice makes my heart thump.

"It's disgusting how you expect some form of payment from me when you've kissed my mother." Greed groans and rolls his eyes. "Don't even start with the whole 'I wasn't in this body' and all that other bullshit. Besides you're lik-"

"You're almost 21 Clover," The man growls under his breath, "you're an adult so you have no right to say I'm too old. People have done much stranger than fuck a man who looks a few years older than you."

"Looks?" I raise my voice. "I don't care about looks, I care about how old you really are! You're like 250 years old." Greed waves his hand at me. "Don't you wave your hand at me." I point my finger.

Greed captures my hand in his and brings it to his lips. "Don't point your finger at me or I'll bit it off." He runs his sharp teeth over my finger.

I cuss at him and pull my finger from his mouth. When I stand Greed squeezes his knees together and knocks my own knees out. He captures me in his arms and holds me close. "What do you want?" I hiss.

He says nothing, his nose buries deep into my hair. Typically that's all he wants, he runs his hands through my hair and holds me before he lets me go. One time he kissed my forehead and I slapped him, my hand hurt for weeks. I have yet to figure out our relationship, it's so strange, he's incredibly old, not only that he and my mother loved each other years ago. The whole situation confuses me, especially since his touch makes shudders run down my spine. "You can go." Greed's arms relax but I don't move, despite it all Greed has helped me a lot since my adventure with January started. He's been supplying us with information and ammunition whenever we need it. "Hmm?" Greed sounds pleased. "What's this? Being passive for once."

"Shut up." I growl. "Thanks for everything." I lean up and kiss his cheek before racing off. I get halfway down the hall before strong arms are around my waist holding me still. My stomach hurts from the impact, even without the Ultimate Shield he's a solid man.

"You're not getting off that easy."

"Greed let her go." January my savior walks down the hall.

"Ah, it's good to see you January." Greed purrs, his breath hot on my ear. "Clover was just paying me back for all the information I've given you guys." I pass over the folder, he did give us quite a few names. "Come back soon." His voice murmurs into my ear before he lets me go.

"Let's go Jan." I murmur.

She says farewell to her dog chimera and follows me out the door. Once we're a safe distance away she gives me a look. "What happened?"

"I just lost control." I mutter.

"You so did not have time to-"

"No, no, no." I cut her off. "I just…" I trail off and try to explain the lack of control I had when Greed was holding me. Normally I'm in complete control, I control how long he holds me, I control when I leave, he may think he's in control but he never is… normally. Today was different, I didn't want to leave his grasp… and I kissed him, though it wouldn't be the first kiss on the cheek I've given him. "Anyways, why don't we search for the other undead first?" I suggest. Kimblee has a way of finding us rather than us finding him. We've been told by the Furer himself just to trail the psycho and make sure he's not up to anything dangerous.

The first is a young man living with his fiancee. I let January handle it, we only ask simple questions, "When did you die?", "What happened after you'd died?", "Oh someone spoke to you? What did they say?", "Where did you come back to life?", "Do you remember anything else?", "Alright, thank you for your time." Repeat. January's softer about it too. I get right to the point. She comforts them, explains that we're trying to figure out what's going on, and yes we're not going to kill you.

"Hello Miss Clover." My heart thumps inside my chest as a hand slides across my waist. Dark blue eyes pierce my different colored eyes.

"Kimblee." I murmur taking in his appearance. Pale skin, dark blue eyes, black hair in a pony tail with two strands like insect antenna, his obnoxious white suit and matching fedora. "What are you doing in Dublith?" I state with a very authoritative voice.

"Business today?" He asks as he pushes my wavy hair off my shoulders. "I was looking for a more personal visit." He whispers as he kisses my shoulder.

"No. Tell me why you're in Dublith."

"Only if you'll tell me your source." He murmurs, his lips trailing up my neck.

Give up Greed and gain some valuable information? I close my eyes, allowing Kimblee to plant kisses around my ear. "No." I tell him.

"Too bad…" His breath burns my ear.

"How about some negotiating?"

"Sorry Miss Clover, your source or nothing." His hands slide from my waist and he pulls away. I turn to glare at him. Kimblee and I met for the first time in North City. He'd immediately told me how intrigued he was with my eyes and promptly started to flirt even when I pulled a gun on him. He said that killing him would do nothing, he'd just come back again. Since then we've tried to negotiate a way into getting information, or in his case, sex out of each other. There have been times, only a few, where he just took what he wanted… and sadly enough I didn't care. Not then and not now.

Kimblee's kisses make my skin hot. He trails them higher and higher until he's breath is right on my lips. "Are you going to kick me in the balls if I try and take you?"

"Probably yes." I say calmly.

Dark eyes narrow, he's trying to tell if I'm bluffing or not. I quirk and eyebrow and refrain from making any smile or frown or general lip movement. Eventually he sighs and steps away from me. "I have more important things to do… besides… there are plenty of other women around here I don't need you." He starts to walk away, hands tucked into his stupid pants.

"No. But you want me." I lean against a telephone pole and glance at him from under my lashes. Kimblee likes a challenge, he wants some mystery, I think he enjoys trying to read people.

He turns slowly, peering at me from under his hat. "You're a mutant."

"And you're a psychopath." I retort calmly. "So what?"

"You don't know what I want."

"Neither do you. But that doesn't stop you from thinking you do."

He steps forward until he stands right before me, his knee weaseling its way between my thighs none too gently. "Are you saying I don't know what you want?" He growls. His nimble hands slide around me to hold the telephone pole trapping me indefinitely.

"Maybe." Cryptic is always the way to go. I reach up and remove his white hat and twirl one of the long antenna strands around my fingers.

Kimblee smirks. "I see what you're trying to do."

"What's that?" I ask sweetly, setting his hat onto my own head.

"You're trying to arouse me so I'll tell you whatever you want to hear." That didn't take too long to figure out, seduction clearly isn't my forte. "Sorry Miss Clover but I'm smarter than that." He leans down and nips at my neck, "Unless of course you want this for your own selfish desires."

"I wish I could say I was dying for you to take me but…" I trail off and plant Kimblee's hat back on his head. He bites hard on my neck before pulling away. "Sorry." I smile sweetly.

"You're such a tease." Kimblee lifts his knee into my crotch and I can't help but inhale sharply. "Ah, so you do want this…"

"I'm only human." I tell him as I grab his shoulders. "If you're not going to give me any information then go."

"I wish we didn't have to have these types of conversations." The Crimson Alchemist sighs as he removes his knee from between my legs. "I'd enjoy taking you to bed without all these negotiations and deals."

"Sorry. Unless of course you want to spill all your information and go clean." I smirk at him.

"That's not going to happen… not even in that idealistic mind of your's." He pokes my forehead before stepping away. "I'll be back Miss Clover." And just like that, the obnoxious white suit vanishes within the alley ways. Damn it.

Immediately I head back to the house where I left January. Lucky me, she was just leaving the house when I saunter up. She glances at me but says nothing as we wander down the street together. "Kimblee's around I take it."

Can't hide anything from her and those gold eyes. "Yes."

"Get any information?"

"He wanted to know our source." January's head spins so fast I think it'll crack off. "I didn't tell him of course. I'd never give him away… Kimblee did offer me information as to why he's wandering around…" I huff. "His stakes are too high."

"They've always been high." January tells me as we walk.

If sex count as high stakes to her….

"Alright." I mutter, "Let's move on to the next person."

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A/N: I hope you've enjoyed the first chapter, it's kinda long but I wanted to introduce all the main characters and at least start to show their relationships. Reviews are welcome, constructive criticism is welcome too.