The Return Of Cyrano De'bergerac

Rogue was strapped for cash, and if that wasn't enough Valentine's day was fast approaching. What was so special about the day anyway? Some guy named Valentine decided to defy the Emperor and marry soldiers in secret, the day he got the axe -literally- was February 14.

Oh yeah, real romantic.

After some thought though, Rogue had an idea which would solve both her cash problem, and her Valentine's Day blues.

Cyrano For Hire. Have a special someone, don't know how to tell them. Can't find the words. Let your own personal Cyrano do the work for you. Five dollars per service. Completely anonymous. Consult room 231 after classes.

It was three weeks before Valentine's and Rogue had already made a fifty bucks. Only the clients knew she was the school Cyrano, and kept quiet about it. She was always good at writing and found the practise therapeutic, as well as lucrative. She would write and then have them redo it in their own hand and burn the original.

A flawless plan.

Rogue was clearing out after her last client when someone entered, closing the door discreetly behind them. Rogue looked up to see her best friend Kitty, staring surprised at her. "You're Cyrano"? Rogue smiled at her baffled friend, "what can I do for you"? Kitty recovered herself, " I want a note a day until Valentine's". she waved a wad of bills in the air and set them on the desk.

From what Kitty had told her, the guy had no idea she liked him, and for this kind of money, she must really have it bad. Kitty was Rogue's very best friend in the world, so she'd make it good. There was a week left before the big day.

I hide in the shadows watching you sleep, wondering if it is me you are dreaming of. I hold you close in my thoughts willing you to feel me there. I crave the night with the darkness around me and imagine you there. Watching me. Wanting me. I dread the dawn, when the light comes to chase the shadow of you away. Yet I can't help but think, will today be the day? After a long blissful night in your arms, will today be the day there's nothing to chase away?

Rogue put her pen down and looked at the two dozen failed attempts scattered in balls at her feet. This was the best she'd done, the best she could do for now, and the best was exactly what her best and most cherished of friends deserved.

Kitty squealed in delight when she read the note, and continued to be pleased with Rogue's work. Rogue sat back and thought, she had helped to create budding romances. She couldn't have one herself, but it felt good to be a part of helping others along.

Especially when she got to see the brilliant smile on Kitty's face.

Logan glanced at the piece of paper on his bed, they had been everywhere. In his locker in the locker rooms, in his jacket pockets when he left it unattended, now here. He picked it up, secretly hoping the secret admirer was Jean. Though he would never admit it, he was falling for the woman behind the words; hard.

I see you and I want to run, want to move, but my legs have gone to water, and my heart pounds so hard I'm afraid it might burst. If the joys of having you are anything equal to the pains that coarse through me at the thought of not, then I think that I will have truly found heaven. I wait, breathless for the net time our eyes shall meet, the day when I hear you call my name, to know that I am forever yours. Till then, keeper of my heart, holder of my soul, object of my dreams and deepest desires.

Rogue looked at the calendar with a long sigh. The day had arrived, although she had varied her style, getting information on the others' emotions, for this particular assignment, where she had to be generic and secretive, Rogue had found her own personal muse.

Logan.

All the things she wanted to say but never could. He had made it clear to her about the student teacher relations, and she had to respect him. If he didn't want her, she would respect that, but a girl could dream.

Rogue pressed the pen to her lips, Kitty had requested it early, so she could copy it and slip it to her mystery man. This would be her best work ever, or she'd put down her pen permanently. She thought about it all, the angst, the desire, feeling him so close, only to have him drift away. How she'd pondered her feelings for the man she couldn't have.

Rogue carried the paper carefully, she had worked for a good hour on it, and she couldn't wait to see Kitty's reaction. She rounded the corner to a sight she never thought she'd see in a million years.

Logan had his fingers laced through those of her very best friend and the kiss they shared, though innocent, was a far cry from platonic.

With an odd feeling of falling without ever hitting the ground, Rogue melted back into the shadows, and let fall the final note, still in her own hand.

When the day had drawn to a close, Logan did his rounds after seeing Kitty to her room. When she opened the door, she saw the money she had given Rogue fully intact, not a bill out of place.

As Logan finished up, he came across a trampled piece of paper. Thinking little of it, he picked it up and read it.

Slumping to the ground, he hung his head and cried.

All the things I have wanted to say, I will say here and now, before you have a chance to stop me. I love you. I know you think I'm just a kid, I know you think this is just some crush. I feel like I can't breath when I'm with you, yet I'd gladly starve for air if it meant one more minute, one more glance. You don't see me, but I see you. I'll die to make you happy, but I need you to know. I love you. I can't say just how I feel about you, how you make me feel. No words are strong enough. It feels like the bottom of my stomach has dripped out. I'm drowning and I don't care. I want to lose myself in you, and never come up for air. If being without you means life will be better, I never want to live another day. I could hear no sweeter sound then the breath you breathe. I could feel no greater joy than you hear you call my name. I could have no greater title than the called yours. I could be no better a woman if I weren't with you. This I tell you, now before I lose my nerve. I love you. I love you. I love you. Tell me you love another, and I will die, but if it means you are happy, it is a small price to pay, and the final words on my lips and in the my thoughts shall be- I love you. I love you. I love you.