I don't own Grimm

"She went driving so far away nobody's gonna find her,
Flying just fast enough, to leave it all behind her," - "Heart of Dixie" Danielle Bradbery

"How are your studies, Magdalene?" Her grandfather asked after he wiped his mouth with his napkin.

It was Sunday, which meant a late brunch with her grandfather for Magdalene Renard. He always made sure to visit her, at least, once a week. Magdalene knew that it wasn't for her benefit, however; he only did so to soothe his guilt for keeping her locked up in her castle. She never got angry about it, though she did get frustrated when she wasn't even allowed out of her room.

It had been almost twelve years since Magdalene had been out of her quarters; she had been eight years old and she had woken up early one morning to hand that her bedroom door was wide open. She had never been out of her bedroom before that- despite years of pleading to her uncle- so she immediately got up from her bed and went investigating like the characters in her favorite cartoons. Magdalene had made it down several floors and into the library before she was found by a guard who took her to her uncle. Her little excursion resulted in the firing of her nanny, a ban from watching cartoons and a very stern talking from her Uncle Eric about her safety. Of course, Magdalene had tried a few more time to get out since then, but none worked.

"Fine." She answered, poking at her crepes with her fork. "The semester's almost over, so I'll have nothing to do soon."

"You're birthday is coming up." He pointed out as if she didn't know. "Have you decided what you'd like this year?"

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Normally, she wasn't easily annoyed or bothered, but her grandfather's arrival set her on edge. "The same thing I ask for every year." Her grandfather sighed and gave her a look.

"Magda-"

"I'm not trying to go far." She began pleading her case immediately. "I just want to go to college- a real college. I would have guards with me the entire time and I'd come back every night." He said nothing. "Please."

"We've discussed this."

"No," Magdalena denied. "You've discussed this. Nothing has ever been discussed with me despite the fact that every decision you or Eric have ever made impacts me the most. I'm nineteen- almost twenty and I don't have a say on anything I do."

Her grandfather shook his head. "That is not true-"

"Isn't it?" She responded. "I'm told when to sleep, when to eat and what to eat. I'm told what to watch, what to listen to, who to listen to- Even my clothes are chosen for me and-" She stood up and began pulling off the light pink cardigan she wore. "If I have to wear one more cardigan, I am going to go crazy!" Throwing the sweater on the ground, Magdalene stopped her rant and looked to her grandfather, wondering what he'd do. He had never seen his granddaughter act the way she was. Calmly, he stood up before straightening his coat.

"When we tell you what to do, it is not to control you." He insisted. "Looking at it from your perspective, I can see how you might come to that conclusion and I understand."

Magdalene shook her head. "No, you don't." She denied. "You get to do whatever you want, whenever you want. I can't even open my bedroom window without setting off some sort of alarm- I wasn't even allowed to attend Uncle Eric's funeral! I'm a prisoner here!"

"No, you're not." Her grandfather argued immediately. "This is your home. You will never be a prisoner- not here."

Magdalene was quiet for a moment before she nodded. "Fine," She replied eventually. "You say I'm not a prisoner? Then prove it. I'm gonna ask you one question and your answer is gonna decided whether or not what you just said is true."

"Seems fair." He conceded. "What is your question?"

"Can I leave this room?" She asked and he didn't answer. He couldn't. "That's what I thought."

"Your grandfather seemed very upset when he left." Janine said as she remade Magdalene's already made bed. "Did something happen?"

It had been hours since her grandfather departed and Magdalene's days went back to how it normally did; She did the rest of her required reading for her college courses and then got an early start on a few of her projects before finally conceding to boredom. She had been ready to attempt escaping through her window again, much like she had when she was younger when Janine came in.

Magdalene sighed. "I'm tired of being a prisoner here, Janine...I feel like I'm being kept here for no reason other than the amusement of others." Since she was seated on the couch which faced the fireplace, Magdalene didn't notice when Janine stopped what she was doing with the comforter. "You and Grandfather are my only visitors." She sighed again. "I haven't even seen my parents- either of them since I was born. Have you?" No getting an answer, Magdalene looked over her shoulder to see Janine staring down at the comforter in deep though. "Janine," She called, but got nothing. "Janine!"

That brought her back. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

Magdalene re-positioned herself so that she was on her knees and leaning against the top of the couch. "I asked if you've ever seen my parents." She repeated. "Are they out there?" She nodded to the door.

Janine sighed and shook her head. "I'm sorry, love. I've never met them." She lied. "They were before my time." Magdalene sighed and feel back on her thighs.

Janine remember the first time she had met Sean Renard; he had been a young boy- the same age as her at the time- and lived in the castle with his mother. She and Sean had been best friends as Janine was the only child around that didn't mind playing with the bastard child of the king- that and she barely anyone knew who his true father was. Janine had simply overheard her mother talking about how sad it was that Sean wasn't able to play with his own brother, Prince Eric

The last time Janine had seen him, they had been ten years old and Sean's mother- Elizabeth- had rushed into the room where they were playing and dragged Sean away without a word in explanation. It wasn't long before Janine was told that the Queen had learned of her husbands...indiscretions and wanted it 'handled'. Janine hadn't seen him since.

Until she had gotten a call from an American area code.

She had no idea how Sean had gotten her phone number, but she hadn't questioned it. He had asked her for the biggest favor that anyone could ask; that she help get Magdalene- his daughter- out of the castle.
Well, more like he demanded. He sounded nothing like the boy that Janine had known and she had made it clear that she had no obligation to him or the royals, only to Magdalene.

"Would you like to meet them?" Janine asked and the teen raised an eyebrow. "Your mum and dad?"

At that Magdalene smiled. "Who wouldn't want to know where they come from?"

After fixing the bed she had deliberately messed up, Janine left Magdalene's quarters. Once the door was closed, she pulled her phone from the pocket in her jeans and found the contact that Sean had given her.

"Ja?" A voice asked. It was definitely not Sean's, but Janine was sure it was the number he gave her.

"Tell Sean Renard that I change my mind." She said quickly and quietly. "I'll do what he asks, but it happens tonight." Without waiting for a reply, Janine hung up before slipping her phone into her back pocket. She would do this; she would risk the life of her and the ones she loved for Magdalene. Janine just hoped that it was worth it.

Sighing yet again, Magdalene turned in her bed. She had been tossing and turning trying to find a comfortable position for the past two hours, but she just couldn't fall asleep.

By now she was usually asleep due to the lack of things for her to do, but tonight...tonight she just couldn't and she had no idea why. There was something different in the air, something that was stopping her body from resting. Rolling her eyes, Magdalene pushed that thought from her mind; there was nothing different this night than there had been in the past. Her not being able to sleep was just, most likely, stress from her grandfather's visit.

Turning her body again, Magdalene bunched her pillow under her head before closing her eyes. She would go to sleep tonight; her grandfather already controlled what she did with her waking hours, she wouldn't allow him to stop her from sleeping too. However, that's when she heard the mechanical sounds of her door unlocking.

It wasn't uncommon for her to hear the sound of a key in a lock; Magdalene had amazing hearing as her room was normally a still, quiet place, but no one ever entered her room at night when she was supposed to be asleep.

Hearing the telltale click just as the door was opened and light flooded in from the hallway. Sitting up, Magdalene pushed away her covers just as Janine entered and closed the door, encasing them in darkness once more.

"What are you doing here so late?" She asked as Janine quickly made her way to the bed and put a rucksack on top. "Shouldn't you be sleeping? And what are you doing with that?"

"Keep your voice down." Janine whispered as she went to the closet and disappeared inside. She came out with a couple of pairs of pants and shirts. "No one can know you're up."

"Why?" She asked. "What's happening?"

"Don't question it and just do what I say." Janine ordered, dropping the clothing on the bed. "Now go get some things from the bathroom; toothbrush, toothpaste- necessities." Doing as she was told, Magdalene went to the bathroom. She didn't have to worry about turning that light as she normally kept it on.

Quickly grabbing what she needed, Magdalene returned to the room and went to put them in the bag. Her eyes widened when she saw what was at the bottom.

"Janine, what's happening?" She asked, feeling terrified and confused all at once as her friend stuffed the clothes in the bag, covering the stacks of money that lay inside. "I'm scared."

"Lene, everything will be fine." Janine assure her as she put the bathroom items inside the bag and closed it. "I don't have time to explain everything to you at the moment; just know that everything that happens is to protect you and get you to your father."

"My father?" Janine shushed her.

"Don't question it." She insisted. "Now, change into these." She handed the teen a bag that she hadn't noticed before. Inside was a gray sweat suit and a white tank top; clothes that her uncle never would have allowed her to wear.

Doing as she was told, Magdalene put on a pair of sneakers just before Janine gave her the bag and ushered her out of the room.

The hallways were dark- uncharacteristically dark; even when she was supposed to be in bed, Magdalene could see some kind of light coming into her bedroom from under the door. She immediately wondered who Janine was working with to get her out; someone had to have turned off the lights after she came into the room.

After going through multiple doors and down hidden stairwells, Magdalene found herself and Janine exiting out of the large front doors of the castle and into the gated area in front. Magdalene's eyes immediately went towards the guard she was was posted at the front gate, but Janine didn't seem to pay him any mind.

"Stop," She said, but Janine didn't. "He'll see u-" But she stopped when they got to where the guard who controlled the gate sat and he did nothing. He didn't yell, he didn't stop them, he simple tipped his hat down at her before pressing a button.

The gate began to open inwards and a car pulled up just as they were off the grounds.

"Well done." A man said as he got out of the back of the car. He was tall, maybe six feet with brown hair and eyes and light facial hair, Maggie had never seen him before, but to be fair she had only met several people before, three of which wouldn't speak to her. "I had my doubts about you getting the girl out."

"Well I did," Janine said. "And now I'll have to get myself out of the country before they realize she's gone. Do you have what you promised?" She asked and the man put his hand inside of his coat before pulling out a passport and a plane ticket.

"Three passports and tickets to Brazil." He said handing them over. "Do exactly as you were instructed and no one should be able to find you."

"Janine what's going on?" Magdalene asked looking up at the older woman who took her by the shoulders. "Who is he? Where is he taking me."

"He's a friend of your fathers." She said "He's going to take you to him." Janine continued. "You'll be leaving Austria as soon as possible."

"And go where?"

"America." Janine answered and Magdalene sucked in a breath.

"A-America?" She asked. "But I've never even left the grounds. I don't even have a passport."

"And you won't need one now." The man said. "Now get in the car, we have to get going." Magdalene looked back to Janine.

"I don't understand." She started. "Why now? Why, after all this time, does my father want me now?"

"Your father has always wanted you." Janice claimed. "You're going to see him now and he'll take care of you. He'll keep you safe and give you a life outside of that goddamn room."

"We have to go." The man said grasping Magdalene's arm as gently as he could. She let herself be pulled away from her caretaker before the man opened her door and she got inside of the car.

There were two other people in the car, both in the front seats. A woman, who was smaller than Magdalene, take away her protruding stomach, and a man with black hair and pointed ears. While he looked calm on the outside Magdalene could tell he was stressed and nervous.

The brown haired man shut her door before going around the back of the car and getting in the other side. Once he shut his door he tapped the man driving on the shoulder. "Go."

"Who's this?" The blonde woman asked looking back at Magdalene before looking to the brunette man.

"My name's Magdalene." The young girl said. The woman gave her an awkward smile before turning forward to look out of her window. Magdalene did the same. Sure she was in a car with three people she didn't know, on her way to a country she knew little about, but this was also the first time she had been away from the castle and with every second she was getting further and further.

Soon the fact that she had gotten no sleep began to catch up with her and Magdalene found herself beginning to nod off around the second hour of driving. She was just about to give up the fight and let her eyes close when the car stopped and someone shook her.

"Hey," A rough voice said and Magdalene woke up when she was shaken. She jumped awake to see the brunette man shaking her. "This is our stop."

Magdalene rubbed the sleep from her eyes and grabbed her bag before exiting the car.

The brunette man got out of the car and went around to open the door for the pregnant woman who looked at him in confusion. "What do you expect me to do?" She asked as Magdalene took a look at their surroundings. They were on a road surrounded by trees and nothing else. She couldn't help but feel a little worried about what the future held.

"Walk." He said simply and the woman got out of the car with a disbelieving look at the driver.

"Were are we?" Magdalene asked the woman as the brunette man talked to the black haired man in the car.

"In the middle of freaking nowhere." She answered as the brunette man stepped away from the car and it drove away.

"It's freezing." Magdalene said rubbing her arms through the thin hoodie of the sweat suit. The man took off his long scarf and wrapped it around her neck.

"You'll warm up as we go." He said before heading into the trees. Magdalene looked at the blonde woman before they both turned to the line of trees and walked after the man.