I have literally hundreds of a/r drabbles I could post. I'll just share a few of my favs. Hope you enjoy. :) This one was written for the 'dogtags' challenge on the ar_drabbles community.
Laura strode into Bill's quarters, spinning the hatch closed behind her.
Bill met her halfway across the room.
Her eyes wandered from his bare upper lip, down to the bandage on his hand, and back up to stare at his broad chest.
She reached out and undid the top few buttons of his tunic with trembling fingers.
She stroked the exposed skin - his Adam's apple, his collar bone - and then, along the chain hanging from his neck.
"Laura?"
Her thumb mapped out the dog tag's Fleet insignia before running over the raised writing beneath.
"W Adama," she read out. "204971"
She closed her eyes.
It was always Brother Cavil. The others stayed away. He never asked her any questions.
"They'll think you're collaborating."
She was detained every week; different days.
"Do they still trust you?"
He never physically tortured her. She could hear screaming in the other cells.
"Do they wonder why you're never bruised? Any mutiny in the ranks yet?"
She knew something was different immediately. She still wore her glasses.
"We've had an interesting development."
He tossed a dog tag and chain onto the concrete floor beside her.
"Why don't I let the full implications of that sink in for a while."
After he left, she tried to ignore the metal identifier, but possibilities ran through her mind. Tigh? Tyrol? Kara?
She picked it up and read: W Adama, 204974.
She was rocking, still gripping the chain, when Cavil returned.
"How do you think your little rebel army will take that news?"
Upon her release she silently placed it on top of her jumpsuit.
"He's not coming. He's dead."
Laura looked up at Bill.
"They got the last number wrong," she whispered, settling her cheek against its cool metal and letting him wrap his arms around her.