The weeks passed and the novelty of it wore down. Scott was relieved when the guys decided to let it lie. What he wasn't aware of was that it was quickly becoming a running joke. Even if it wasn't mentioned every time he turned, even if the guys weren't snickering every time they saw him - the idea of it was becoming a challenge.
And then, one night, Bobby decided to procrastinate on completing homework by making a set of rules.
He proudly titled it as, You're Not An X-Man Until... followed by a list of anecdotes that he and Kurt were coming up with.
They had quite a few already - You've survived one of Logan's Runs; You've (barely) lived through one of Kitty's kitchen disasters; You know where Mr. McCoy's keeps his Twinkie stash; You've had at least five detentions' worth of waxing the Blackbird...
"Oh, here's another one: trying Forge's contraption of the week and lived to tell the tale," said Kurt, scribbling it down on a steno pad on the floor of Bobby's room.
Iceman nodded. "Yeah, that's a good one. And hey, I just remembered the most obvious one!"
"I thought the thing about Kitty's cookies was the obvious one?"
"Nah man, the other obvious one. We talked about it last week, remember?" Bobby took the pen and sounded out the words while he wrote them down, "You're... not... an X-Man... until... you've seen... Storm naaaa...ked,"
The resulting, highly offended shout of, "Bobby!" was strangely in stereo.
"What?" He said, looking up at Kurt -
- and over his shoulder to see an extremely shocked Jean, Kitty and Amara standing just outside his room. (he'd later find out they'd passed by looking for Jubilee.)
Bobby blinked.
Later, the only explanation Hank could get out of Kurt and Sam was "You're better off not knowing," when he received several bruised and beaten boys at the Infirmary that evening.
When pressed further, Jean would only say that they were an "affront to all women."
Hank knew better than to ask any more questions of the girls after that.