"Hey, man, check out this pendant I found in the back of one of our delivery trucks when cleaning it out. Looks like it's maybe from the Middle Ages or something."
Rhys Williams looked up from his desk at his delivery company at his co-worker Arthur, holding a swinging pendant in front of him, and took it. Ever since those men had been shipping alien meat in his truck, he'd become increasingly suspicious of anything out of the norm found in his trucks. Anything could be alien, after all. Gwen, his wife, had even gotten pregnant from a shapeshifter briefly.
"Thanks. I'll check it out." Rhys answered.
As Arthur walked away, Rhys found that the pendant seemed to be pulling him towards it. Without fully being conscious of his actions, he'd taken it and slipped it over his neck.
I swear...These customers...We're going to have to implement new standards for the cleanliness of our trucks. Rhys gasped as Arthur's voice echoed in his head, even louder than it was when he talked. Arthur usually stuttered, but in his head, he didn't at all.
Carrie is fucking gorgeous, but don't think about that. Don't think about it don't think about it she has a boyfriend and she slapped you when you tried to kiss her. Do you really want that to happen again?! I didn't think so.
What was going on? Rhys was convinced that this was alien technology now. He grasped at the pendant on his neck, trying to pull it off, but his fingers wouldn't move far enough.
"Hello, Arthur," Carrie, another one of his co-workers, said coolly as she walked into the office. Is he staring at my bum? Of course he's staring at it, he does every day. I swear to god, WHEN will he figure out that I am JUST NOT INTERESTED?!
"You alright, mate?" Carrie asked when she saw him staring.
"Yes. Fine." Rhys looked down at his desk.
Don't tell me HE fancies me now. I can only stand one fat bloke at this office fancying me. Carrie's voice again. Rhys hurried out of the office, Carrie's voice behind him. Although I do feel a little bad for the bloke. He doesn't look like he gets much action at home, with that wife who's hardly ever around. What does she even do? She's definitely not in the police force anymore.
Gwen would tell him to tear off the pendant if she knew. She'd tell him that this level of knowledge was inappropriate. Although...Rhys had to wonder what Gwen's thoughts, unfiltered, would be like.
He could finally find out if she was interested in that American man once and for all. She swore she wasn't, but he'd seen them dancing at his wedding and him whispering in her ear. Safe to say, Rhys would be much more comfortable if Jack Harkness was just out of the picture entirely. Everything had changed since Gwen had taken the job at Torchwood.