Hey all! Welcome to the revised edition of my story The Problem with Invisible Mutations. If you've been keeping up with the story thus far (and I hate to do this again), I'd suggest you re-read it. Some important changes have been made. These changes affect the development of the story as a whole. I really want to make sure I'm putting my best work out there, so that's why I keep revising. A massive thank you to all those who put in the time and effort to read my story. You all motivate me to keep writing.

As for Joanna's name choice later...try and think of two other mutants in the Marvel-universe with the last name "Storm." She had no connection to Ororo Munroe or any other actually X-men. One of the said mutants now has the last name "Richards", but the other is still Storm. Think hard about her mutation!

9 Years Later

Rain poured down unforgivingly on a small pack of bystanders. A camera crew stood under the shelter of the large manor. Everyone was dressed in black. Black suits, black dresses, and even black umbrellas. The Princeton Estate looked almost as if a solar eclipse was taking place on its ivory grounds. Special black flowers had even been planted around the cemetery for the occasion.

At the head of the pack stood a priest. He stated choice words over a polished, cherry color coffin. Behind him stood a tall, wiry woman with greying hair. She was drying her eyes with a monogrammed handkerchief, but no tears seemed to fall from her face. Behind her, stood a man and a young woman. The man had his arm around the woman and his face was red, as if he had been crying. His face was rough and unshaved. The woman on the other hand, had on a tranquil, almost bemused expression. She looked as if she was enjoying the occasion, like it was all one big joke. Her makeup and hair were each done impeccably. Finally, at the rear of the group, behind all the other guests, stood none other than Charles Xavier and his sister, Raven. His expression mirrored that of the second woman.

When the priest had finished his blessing, the coffin was slowly lowered down into the depths of the earth. The entourage of about a hundred people gathered 'round to bid the deceased farewell. Once the coffin had reached its descent, as cascade of white rose petals fell on top of it, in perfect unison.

That's how things were in the Princeton Family, perfect (at least on the outside). Mats were then placed over the grave and the guests were told to come inside and seek relief from the torrential downpour. Within a matter of minutes, the private cemetery was deserted.

Inside the manor, a reporter had walked up to the woman with greying hair and began to interview some of the people stationed protectively around her. Charles and the other woman instantly locked eyes and headed toward the pair.

"Amanda," said Charles. "Fancy seeing you here."

"I could say the same for you and please, call me Amy. "

"I'll keep that in mind," he replied, flashing her one of his infamous smiles.

"What do you think they're talking about?"

"I wouldn't know, Amy. I came over here to find out."

"And not to see me?"

"That too, but I am fairly interested in what your mother had her people tell that reporter."

"Come. We'll get a much better hearing scope from the bar."

Amanda held out her slim hand tantalizingly. Never one to say no to the entreaties of a beautiful woman, Charles smirked and followed her.

A few metres away, the man from before watched Charles and Amanda through bloodshot eyes. He had previously been observing his mother, Félicienne Princeton, having her attendants converse with a reporter as well, but decided that his younger sister's affairs were more intriguing.

He had sworn to himself that he wouldn't cry, and had no intention of breaking his personal vow. Dwelling on the death of his younger sister, the epitome of his depression, was certainly not going to help.

Just as he thought he would need to find another distraction, an new one presented itself in the form of Charles' younger sister.

"Look at them, she's barely been pronounced dead for two days and Amanda's already over it."

Lucas Princeton smiled. Raven had a generally positive outlook on life, so a friendly conversation with her could be just what he needed.

"Frankly I'm surprised the two of them didn't hit if off sooner. With Amanda's track record and all."

"Well, they do have incredible chemistry," stated Raven with a smile.

Lucas returned one then glanced away.

Raven sighed. She didn't want to head their conversation in such a direction, but it was obvious that it was already going that way.

"How are you holding up?" she finally managed to ask.

"How am I holding up? My younger sister just died. How am I supposed to be holding up? No warning, nothing. I never even knew she was sick."

It took all the self-control Raven possessed to hold back the truth. Josephine was a lot of things, but sick and dead weren't some of them.

"Death by boarding school, huh? What a horrible way to go."

She did her best to lighten the rapidly tensing mood.

"I always knew St. G's was a dry school, but I never thought it could kill someone."

Raven stared at Lucas. Her plan wasn't working.

"It's what she would have wanted, you know. For you to be happy."

"Probably. She was never happy until everyone around her was. She was just...that great of a person."

Lucas immediately cradled his head in his hands, as droplets of water fell onto his lap.

Raven put a comforting hand on his back as she gazed at Charles and "Amy." They were going to have to work on their acting skills, they wanted to convince anyone (other than Lucas) that Josephine had died.

He was the only one who looked genuinely depressed. All the other attendees looked...confused. It was true.

Josephine was never reported to be ill. Her "death" was sudden and unexpected.

As for Josephine's mom, she really didn't even look sad. It was rather obvious that whatever emotions she was displaying were, for lack of a better word, fake. As far as Raven was concerned, her dislike of her youngest daughter was obvious.

Once Charles was able to get away from "Amy", he headed back toward the cemetery purposefully. Upon first glance, the large area seemed to be completely vacated.

He stood from the doorway, looking out for a couple of seconds more. Out of nowhere, a woman, completely drenched with rain water, appeared near the freshly laid grave. Charles' lips twitched upward and he headed toward her.

"You know, you could scare someone half to death, being a ghost and all."

The woman whipped around quickly. "Charles," she murmured quietly sounding relieved. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"It's fine," he interjected. "As far as I'm concerned one has every right to be present at one's own funeral."

She stared at him blankly.

"C'mon, throw me a bone here, love. I'm never going to be able to say things like this again. How many people do you know that fake their own death's, Josephine?"

"No."

"No?"

"Charles, it isn't Josephine anymore. Josephine just died from an acute case of tuberculosis."

"Ah, I'm assuming this sudden decision is CIA mandated. "

"In order to start your life anew, you have to destroy your past."

"McCone?"

"Ellis."

"So what's your new 'secret agent' identity?"

"Joanna, Joanna Storm."

"Odd choice, but I think it rather suits you. When are you heading for the states?"

"Tommorow."

"You know, you don't have to join the big CIA. You could always stay with Raven and I."

"Charles, you know I have to do this."

"Yes, of course. You won't let me forget."

They were both silent for a moment.

"So, I guess this is goodbye. You're about to disappear into the abyss."

"It's not forever. Best of luck, Charles."

"Same to you...Jojo."

Charles nodded and headed back inside. "Joanna" smiled upon hearing her childhood nickname and vanished from sight again, still remaining by her grave.

Kneeling down she gazed at the two tombstones laying in front of her, both made of exquisite marble. One had the name Josephine Princeton and the years of her life on it. It also read "Beloved daughter, sister, and friend." She laughed.

The other stone had Joanna Storm printed on it as well as the years of her life. It said nothing else. Senator Ellis had an odd sense of humor.

Her mother had deemed it a mistake, and a hideous one at that, (she had been furious the engraver had completely interpreted her daughter's name), but Joanna was rather sure it was correct.

Ellis must have paid the tomb maker in advance. It was an an elaborate joke, meant only for her. She didn't know whether she should feel pleased or horrified.

No matter. The stone was to be broken into pieces and sent back from whatever shop it was purchased from. No one would ever guess, that Joanna was Josephine. A mistaken name for a mistaken child.

Turning her gaze toward the manor, she gave it one last look. She took a deep breath.

"Well, I hope you're happy, Mother. Your perfect life is truly perfect now." Joanna whispered.

The gravesite was uninhabited, yet again.

So...did you guys like the change? Or does it seem like a bad idea?

Also, in case you didn't get my question from earlier, I was talking about Susan and Jonathan Storm, members of the Fantastic Four. I'm going to incorporate them into this story, but I won't say just how yet...