fanfiction; lost

[emiv]

(For lost_in_108, prompt #66 “Map”)

Title: Sketched in Black
Author: emiv
Rating: G
Spoilers/Warnings: Only up to 1x09: Solitary.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost.
Summary: Rousseau's maps detail more than just the Island.

These lines of charcoal scratched against paper began life as marks of necessity. A detailed account of days and nights, of scaling cliffs, navigating jungle, trekking along a far-reaching sea.

When the island’s geography was exhausted, these sheets of paper became a junkyard for theories, notations, calculations-the full outpouring of a scientific mind in a place where science is all but obsolete.

It’s music and musings that followed the science, broken in pieces, scattered, unfinished.

Then it was gone-the sum total of her sixteen years {of madness}, lost. It mattered not. The lines were forever etched in her memory; the music plays on in her mind.