A/N - Yep, don't own Alias, I own a copy of Season Three... but thats yeah. So yeah, psh R/R!


Of course he would come; he would always come, always for her. Maybe not anyone else, but Julia knew how to get what she wanted. And there he was, Simon, one of her favorites, and she knew he was just as hung up on her that he had been on anyone before her. But now was not the time to talk like this. Making her way over to the bar, she sat on the stool next to him and ordered a drink.

"Now see, babe, you call me out here, but don't tell me why, and I-"he started talking, but was silenced when he got a good look at the grim expression on her face.

"I have a job for you, Simon," she said solemnly, Pulling out a folded up folder out of the back hem of her pants she slid it across the bar to him. "I want her," she said nodding to the folder, waiting for him to open it.

"Allison Doren," Simon nodded, look through the information in the file.

"I don't want her dead," she noted before he could go on, "I want you to bring her to me, knocked out, but alive." She told him, glaring at the picture that he was now looking at.

"I can do that, but it'll be at a price, I mean, you know that, but alive and dead make all the difference," he told her, still looking at the picture.

"I can give you whatever it is you want, but I want her sooner rather then later. You know where to contact me," she told him, in a finalizing tone, telling him that they were done here. She made to go push herself up off the stool to walk away, but before she could get up he grabbed her wrist.

"Tell me, why do you want her alive?" Not letting go of her, he sent a curious look up at her.

"Because I want to be the one to do it," she said before she wormed out of his grip and backed away into the dark.


A few days later Julia prowled the streets of Florence looking for nothing in particular. Jumping slightly as her cell phone rang from her front pocket. Pulling it out she didn't bother checking who it was before answering. "Hello?"

"Julia we have her in sight. Now about my payment."

"You'll get it when you come back to Italy, you know where I live, bring her with you."

"Fine, we should be there soon-"

He was cut off when she hung up on him. It was all she needed to know. She would soon see Allison. The woman who stole Francie's life, the woman who was soon going to pay.


Julia paced her living room floor. She ha a nice apartment, actually she had several. She was very well off and had places everywhere. The Florence apartment was her favorite though. It had been a while since she had received the call from Simon and she was getting impatient. A quality that had stayed with her from when Sydney was alive.

Hearing a car pull up in front of her building, Julia tried to compose herself and went to look out the window. No one except her would see two men dragging an unconscious body up to the building except for her. She had made sure of that.

Opening the door before Simon could even ring the doorbell, she beckoned them inside and shut the door and locked it behind them. "Put her in the back room," she nodded to the other man, while Simon stayed with her.

"So I brought her to you, Julia. Now I want payment, you know I'm not a greedy guy, I'll take what I can get." Simon said this as he stepped closer, their faces we almost touching, and looked down at her while she smiled up at him with a smile that was too sweet.

"You'll get your payment, Simon, just be patient." She grinned and stepped back. Twirling around him she passed Simon's partner as she entered the back room. The back room was unlike any room in the large apartment. It was completely bare, save for the small table of instruments and a chair close to the wall, the chair resembled a dentist's chair, only it had straps that could hold down anyone. Currently it held the person in the world that Julia hated most, Allison Doren.

Hatred filled Julia to the max as she looked down at the just stirring form that was in the chair before her. Simon came into the room and shut the door behind her. The room was soundproof, you couldn't hear anything from the outside, and no one could hear anything that went on in the room.

Without looking at Simon Julia walked up between Allison and the small table. She could wait for her to fully wake up before saying anything to her. But first she shot her up with something that would paralyze her jaw, so she wouldn't be able to make a sound. It would wear off later, but not she wanted to talk without interruption.

After what seemed like an hour, Allison woke up. It took her a while to notice she was somewhere new, looking around she saw Julia, and then looked down at the restraints. Getting a wild look in her eyes she struggled against them profusely.

Julia grinned down at her with a satisfaction in her eyes that scared Simon. "The roles are now reversed, Allison, lets see how you like it." Opening a case that was filled with needles. Not unlike those that were used on Sloane so many years ago. Taking one of the needles out she makes sure the needle is working before slowly pushing the needle deep into Allison's skin. After all f the liquid is into her system, Allison's eyes widen and she tries to scream.

"Don't like it that much do you?" Julia asked sweetly, before sticking another one in her arm. After about five more, Julia had plenty, she could go on for a long time, the paralysis from Allison's jaw wore off and she screamed. Causing Simon to jump and cover his ears, but Julia didn't seem to notice.

"You stupid whore!" Allison screamed at Julia, "You won't get away with this!" She warned before another needle was pushed into her arm, causing her to scream again.

"You're wrong," Julia leaned down to whisper in her ear, "I will get away with this." She said, before pushing a needle into her chest which caused Allison the go into cardiac arrest, killing her. Julia knew that if anyone found her that they would think she had just had a heart attack, after none of the fluids Julia had put into her would be found. Placing the needle in her hand she stood looking at the dead form in front of her. "That was for Francie." She simply stated as and she wiped a tear off her cheek, turning to Simon. "Now, about your payment." She said with a smirk.


A little while later, after Julia and Simon had dealt with how much and of what he was going to paid, they stood in her kitchen, talking in low voices. Simon's partner, Geoff, had left a little while ago with his share of the money Julia was paying them. "So, Julia, tell me why you wanted her alive." Simon asked her, what seemed like suddenly, "I'm not leaving until you tell me, I've seen you do horrible things to people, but never something like that…" Letting his voice drift off he watched her. She had a stony, emotionless look upon her face, and it scared him.

He didn't think she was going to say anything when she spoke. "A long time ago, I had this friend," she hadn't told him of her past, she would never tell him, so it didn't matter, he knew her as only Julia and it would stay that way. "We were best friends, had been for countless years. An experiment was made, Project Helix, with it you could genetically alter someone's appearance to look exactly like another. My best friend was the second of two people this was done too. Allison Doren, the woman in there, was the woman who was turned into Francie." She couldn't go on, but she had to, she had to tell someone before it completely ate her inside, "She killed Francie, and then tried to kill me, we both lived, until now." And that was all she said on the matter. "You have your money, now go." She said icily, the sudden change in her attitude startled Simon, but he knew better then to argue with her. With a quick kiss on the lips, he was gone, and Julia was left with a body and her own memories.


Once she had discreetly rid of the body, in such a way that it would be completely unidentifiable if they managed to find her, Julia sat in the middle of her living room floor. Consumed in her memories, in silence she could hear her old friends talking, laughing. She could almost see Will and Francie laughing and sitting at the table. She could see Vaughn walk in, smiling like he knew something. Tears ran down her face as she didn't try and rid the memories from her thoughts. She didn't want to. She wanted to remember her old life. Once in a while it was what she needed, and she needed it now. More than anything she wanted to see them again, but she had no clue what had happened to any of them. But it was simple, she didn't need to know. It would tear her apart if she actually knew where her friends were.

Those memories faded, and she found new ones. Not new memories, but different ones. Ones of someone she never thought she would ever think of at a time like this. Sark, she actually missed him. And she missed they're fighting, his cocky behavior, and his promises that they might one day work together.

She was ready to make him pay up on that promise. She was ready to break him free.