The rabbit sat up on its haunches, sniffing the air. Satisfied that no-one was around, it resumed nibbling the grass it had uncovered by digging at the snow. This was the last mistake it ever made. In a flash of silver, a knife hurtled across the clearing and impaled the rabbit. It never knew what hit it.
Kurt materialised more than became visible as he left the shadows he'd been waiting in.

Three rabbits, he thought. That should do it, for today.

In a small garden he'd managed to grow, he had herbs and vegetables that were protected from the elements to go with his meat. His rural German upbringing served him well in the wilderness.
Stooping to collect his prize, he suddenly paused as his sensitive hearing picked up the sound of approaching people, and he dove back into the shadows. He cursed the small patch of red snow that betrayed the fact of his hunting, but it couldn't be helped. He could run if he had to. Dropping into a crouch, knife at the ready, he listened intently as a tall young man with brown hair and a strange visor covering his eyes spoke to the others.

"Okay," announced Scott. "That's enough – we're going back now."
"Huzzah," muttered Jubilee as she tried not to shiver too hard. Evan wasn't convinced.
"Won't Logan get angry if we don't go the whole distance?" he asked. Scott shook his head.
"Not if we all get back at the same time. He'll think we all went to the falls and came back together."
You sure about that? Came Jean's voice in his head.
Perfectly sure, he replied. Logan told me to do this. Don't tell the others.

Jean just grinned and turned around – unfortunately knocking over one of the two dozen remaining Jamies as she did so, the trek through the snow having caused him to fall over more than a few times. Helping the new Jamies to their feet, the assembled X-Men began the run back to the mansion.
No-one noticed the unconscious Jamie lying buried in the snow as they left. Not even Kurt, when he left almost five minutes later.

Soon it began to snow again.

----

An hour later, everyone had eaten breakfast. Logan, having informed the students of his 'cleaning duty' joke, was almost popular. He didn't seem to like it. Hank, of course, found the whole situation highly amusing, although he had sternly scolded Logan for risking the student's health by sending them out into what was swiftly becoming a blizzard. Logan ended the argument by suggesting that Hank find a closet and utilize the privacy therein to copulate vigorously with himself. Now, the students sat in the Rec room watching the Saturday midday movie. There were now four Jamies remaining; as a commercial break came on, another one disappeared, provoking comment from Rahne.
"Jus' how many of ye are there, Jamie?" she asked the triplets.
"We don't know," said one.
"We think just us," added another.
"But, there might be more," shrugged the last.
"Who knows?" they asked in unison. Evan just put his head in his hands and groaned, but Rahne persisted.
"So which one of ye is the original, then?"
"I am," they said in unison, then glared at each other. Even groaned again, and Rogue patted him on the back, making soothing sounds. Rahne opened her mouth to speak again, but was interrupted by the abrupt disappearance of two of the three Jamies. "Told you," said Jamie.
"Like, congratulations," drawled Kitty. "Want a trophy?"

The surviving Jamie was about to retort when he gained the attention of all present by vanishing, too. Silence prevailed for an instant, before Scott broke it.
"Either this is a joke, or an honest mistake has been made, or this is really bad."

Jubilee nodded in agreement. "And around here, it always seems like the last one." She stood. "I'm going to get the professor."

----

It was snowing really hard. It was freezing. Jamie was scared.
The last thing he remembered was Jean bumping him, and he fell over

Man, I'm a klutz…

"Sorry, Jean," He said, and got to his feet. Then he noticed Jean's absence. "Jean? Hello? Somebody? Anybody?"

Now he was really scared. He was totally alone, colder than he'd ever been in his life, and the growing snowstorm had stripped him of any sense of direction.
He didn't know how to get home.
He didn't know what to do.
He did the only thing he could do. Taking a deep breath, he gave the traditional, standard reaction to complete and utter terror.

"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLP!"

----

In his nice, warm cave, Kurt was relishing the feeling of a full stomach, having just finished his breakfast. He was almost falling asleep... Jamie's scream brought his head up instantly. For a moment, fear of discovery and capture froze him in place. Then a repeated scream galvanized him into action. All thoughts of capture, all fear of hunters, were gone.
Only one thought drove him.
Someone needed help. Someone was in danger, maybe about to die, and perhaps there was something that could be done to save them.
Kurt paused only to slide his knife into its sheath before he sprinted out into the blizzard. His form was quickly swallowed up by the raging snow and wind as he ran towards the sound of Jamie's distress.

----

Professor Xavier was not having a good day. He'd spilled a cup of coffee over his favorite jacket, had to break up several arguments between Logan and Hank over the existence of the hermit in the mountains, and now this. He sighed. "And you have no idea where the original Jamie is?"
"Ummm..."
The professor massaged his brow. "I see. When was the last time you knew for certain where he was?"

Kitty spoke up. "Um, it was like, right before we went on Mr. Logan's morning run. He like, totally fell on top of Rahne and duped." Rahne nodded.
"And then the daft bairn went and duped himself another dozen times during the run. The last time was when Jeannie knocked 'im into the snow when we turned back."
For a moment, Charles was silent. Then he cautiously spoke. "Children... are you completely certain that he came back? That there is NO CHANCE WHATSOEVER that he is still out in that snowstorm?" There was total, nauseating silence.

Oh dear.

He began to move toward the elevator, barking orders as he went. "Search the mansion. Every room. If you find him, let me know. Scott, find Ororo and tell her to stop the snow, if she can. I'm going to use Cerebro to search for him." He paused before entering the elevator. "Now!"

The students scattered.