Emmet shivered suddenly, looking over one of his shoulders slightly before he looked over the other; it had been a normal day so far, what with him and Wyldstyle going about their new daily business, going around Bricksburg and making sure that the latest reconstruction of the city was going along well since he had happened.

It had been normal; until Emmet felt something…strange. It felt like…something bad had just happened. Like feeling as though someone had just walked over his grave…

"Hey, Babe; you OK?" asked Wyldstyle softly, gently setting a hand on her boyfriend's shoulder; she had a hard hat on over her hair, though you could still see the ponytail sticking out the back of it.

Emmet, who too was wearing a hard hat as he naturally ducked to avoid a girder support being moved above them, flinched yet again when he felt his girlfriend put her hand on his shoulder. Turning around slightly, he smiled reassuringly, saying, "It's nothing, Lucy…" though his eyes held a different story.

Yet Wyldstyle could see past his illusion.

But before she could say anything, a figure had bumped between the two figures quickly; from what Wyldstyle could catch of the figure, who she saw was a female, had a red jacket on, which was open to reveal a light blue tank top, as well as blue trousers. Her hair was a short brown with a couple of slight curls to it.

"Hey! Can't you read! It says this is a hard hat zone!" called Wyldstyle, waving around a sign that she had been carrying with her; she felt strange saying this, since it had been similar to what Emmet had said to her when they had first met. She was surprised that Emmet hadn't said it first; but she saw that her boyfriend seemed distant.

But in Emmet's head, something happened when this figure walked past him; bumping into him in the process.

In his head, Emmet's vision was replaced with a sort of vision; his sight of the construction and construction workers all around him suddenly faded out, and a rough new vision came to him. It looked rough and edged around the edges, and almost…fuzzy.

It was of this figure that had just passed by both of them; she had her back to him from Emmet's current perspective, and she seemed to be holding some sort of sword in front of her defensively. Emmet looked at the bottom of his vision, as though he was actually there at the current moment he was seeing.

He was alarmed to find that his arms and hands were covered in black clothing, and that it must have sudden gone dark; since the figure in front of him turned into a slight outline.

Emmet suddenly broke from his vision and shook his head slightly, holding his forehead in his hand as he tried to clear it; it felt as though….no, he couldn't.

He was dead.

"Emmet? Something wrong?" asked Wyldstyle, seeing the sudden movement of her boyfriend out of the corner of her eye.

Turning his head slightly, Emmet saw the worried look on Wyldstyle's face, and he tried to push her worry away. "I'm fine, Lucy; I told you not to worry about me…"

Wyldstyle furrowed her eyebrows slightly at Emmet; it worried her to see Emmet like this. Granted, it was good to see that Emmet was starting to become independent, but it still worried her how much he was trying to put on a brave front.

But, yet again, she didn't press the matter and continued on with Emmet; the construction worker naturally going about his daily life.

"No…this can't be right…"

In another LEGO universe, in a New York-style city, in a large building that had a more modern feel to it and look to it, there was an entire building filled with people working on computers. The sound of tapping keyboards filled the room, and all the desks were currently occupied. All but one.

One of the figures, a yellow-skinned figure with ruffled grey hair, in a black suit, white shirt and black tie, with the ID badge over his left chest reading 'STORM', was running between the endless rows of computers and advanced technology. A stack of printed papers in his hands, as he clung to them tightly. He was running towards the private offices of the building, going up a couple of flights of stairs to get to the one he needed to get.

At the top of the last flight of stairs, the Agent tripped up and fell onto his front, the papers getting scattered in front of him.

"Ah, man!" he exclaimed, quickly getting to his knees and scrambling to gather the papers back into the right order. At the top of one of the pieces of paper, which was then put onto the top of the small pile, printed in block capitals and in bright red, read 'CLASSIFIED' along with several graphs and charts underneath the heading.

Quickly sorting both himself and the files out again, the Agent quickly ran the rest of the distance to his destination, one of the offices at the end of the corridor.

Straightening himself up and making himself appear more presentable, the Agent slowly opened the door of the office and walked into it.

There was another Agent sitting at the desk in the office; he was wearing identical clothes to the Agent that had just come in, though he had a few light blue accents on some parts of his suit; which seemed to be customized to look as it did. His hair was short black, and he was wearing sunglasses. Despite being inside.

He lifted his head up when he heard the Agent came in, and slowly set his pen down.

"Sir, you might want to look at this," said Agent Storm, walking the distance from the door and the desk at a brisk pace, before he turned the papers around so that the sitting Agent could read it, and placed them down on the desk.

The Agent sitting down looked at the papers that were put in front of him, and removed his glasses slowly; the Agent that had just come in slowly taking a step back, in respect for the more experienced Agent.

Picking up the papers and looking through them, the Agent's eyes widened ever so slightly. "This…can't be possible…" he muttered, going through the papers again to make sure that he was reading what he was reading right.

Lying the papers down again, he slowly pushed himself to his feet and regained his sunglasses, putting them on his face again as he said to Agent Storm, "Get the Helicopter ready; we've got to get the others."

Agent Storm nodded quickly, before he exited the room once again to make the preparations.

The Agent, no alone in his office, slowly turned his head to look to his side; hanging from one of the walls, there was a framed picture. It included four figures; one was a girl, while the others were guys. The Agent being one of them, another looking like a humanoid lion with a thick mane and golden crown. The last guy figure wore construction worker, high-visibility clothing, and smoothed brown hair.

The girl had a black hoodie on with two different shades of blue design covering both her one side of her hoodie. The other figures also had a few, light blue accents on their clothing.

"I only wish we could meet again on more light-hearted events…" muttered Agent Chase, slowly looking aside and sighing a little.

"Sir, something's not right," said Brains, bringing the Power Miners Mega-Miner to a sudden halt with a few quick pulls to the control levers.

"What is it?" asked Duke, walking into the control area of the Mega-Miner.

Brains turned around to face Duke, offering him one of the scanners he had used earlier.

Raising an eyebrow slightly, Duke slowly took the scanner from Brains and looked it over; he saw that the graph results were showing a spike in an energy source that was labelled as 'Unidentified source'.

Duke looked up again when Brains said, "It's been following us since we found that strange crystal."

Duke then turned his head around to look at the dull grey crystal he and Brains had found, which they had put in a special container so that neither of them turned blind whenever they accidently looked back at it.

Brains then said, "I think we'd better get a move on again; I don't want to know what that source of building energy is, and I'm sure the others won't either."

Duke turned back to look at Brains, before he glanced back at the caged crystal and said, "Alright; start her up again."

With a slight nod, Brains turned back to the controls and he started the Mega-Miner again. The mechanical beast of a machine wheezed into life once again, spewing a large amount of black smoke behind it as the wheels started again, the metal drill at the front starting up again and working on drilling away at the rock it was getting through.

The girl I described at the beginning belonged to edger230, so credit goes to them for their character.

-Nf991