Author's Note: This is based upon The Big Bang Theory series finale.

Buffy sat still in her seat, rapidly cataloguing everything since she'd started dreaming of this:

—Some kind of cloth mask over her eyes.

—Buckled into her seat by her waist, but not otherwise bound or restrained.

—Hearing jet engines, inhaling through her nose the dryer-than-usual air, and feeling the faintest sense of turbulence of their flight.

—No sign whatever of any vampires or other demons nearby.

—Instead, there was a guy next to her in his own seat who from his scent was about her age or a little younger and definitely had Chinese for his last meal. His heart was beating a little fast, but Buffy otherwise thought of him to be in pretty fair shape, even if she couldn't see the guy what with the blindfold and all.

Okay, so far this dream seemed fairly boring. Maybe if she took off the blindfold, it'd get more interesting.

Without further ado, Buffy reached for the cloth strip covering her eyes, only to pause in this when the guy's heartbeat then sped up even more.

Huh. What's with him?

Deciding to find out, Buffy pulled the mask off, looking straight ahead at a row of airplane seats with the ceiling lights at their nighttime setting. She glanced over to her right, directly into the face of a worshipful Indian man who promptly declared with unexpected fervor towards the Slayer, "I'm your biggest fan, Ms. Gellar!"

Uh, what?!

"You…are?" Buffy said cautiously.

That made India-guy nod so hard it appeared his head might actually fall off in the middle of this. He next gushingly announced, "It's too bad your tv show ended so soon! Oh, I know you felt that seven years of portraying Buffy Summers was enough, but one more season with you and Faith and Dawn and Xander and Willow and all the others in Cleveland would've been absolutely wonderful!"

Right. Next time, she'd quit asking in advance for stuff to get interesting if things like this were the result.

A very bemused Buffy let Raj, as he called himself, ramble on and on, prompting him with casual remarks when necessary. Apparently, the guy thought she was somebody named Sarah Michelle Gellar who'd done a lot of television and film appearances, most unbelievably as the titular heroine of a supernatural tv show about a demon-infested Sunnydale that'd been cancelled almost twenty years ago.

Wow, she had one damn fine imagination, didn't she?

Unable to think of a sufficiently nonchalant way to ask exactly who her presumed tv co-stars had been back then, Buffy instead wanted to know why Raj was on the plane with her. Maybe that'd explain this dream getting weirder by the moment.

However, when he went into details, it turned even more bizarre, even by dream standards. According to Raj, two of his friends had just won the Nobel Prize for physics, and they were all flying to Stockholm, Sweden to watch them accept their medals. While Buffy was trying to figure out just what that meant in her dreaming tonight (don't overload on the Swedish meatballs at dinnertime?), Raj got a hopeful look on his face.

"Er…Ms. Gellar, I just broke up with my girlfriend, so I thought I'd be alone at the awards. Would you like to be my guest there?"

Buffy had to blink at Raj waiting for her answer. That'd just come way out of left field. But…oh, what the Hellmouth. Go along with it, and see what happens.

"Sure, Raj, why not?"

Flicker.

Ah, right on schedule. She was in a rather nice dress and an even lovelier pair of shoes in a large auditorium with a whole bunch of other dressed-up people there, Raj included.

Who, by the way, was holding her hand.

Nope, ain't gonna happen, even in this dream. Buffy sternly informed Raj, "This is not a date!"

That made him instantly let go, which satisfied the Slayer. Her attention was soon caught by some long drink of water with a babyish face at the stage podium he was sharing with another woman. Buffy had been told earlier those two people were Raj's friends getting the Nobby Prize thingie, and their names were Sheldon and Amy. The Shelby guy started to make a speech, only to stare in abrupt astonishment at…Raj?

Um, no, he was looking at—

"Is that Buffy the Vampire Slayer?"

Aware of Raj proudly nodding in affirmation, the lady herself was very flattered that she'd been recognized by her own dream character. So, Buffy happily waved at Shelby.

For some reason, Shelby couldn't believe it, even while managing his own feeble wave back at her.

Of course, that was the exact point when Buffy woke up.

"Oh, come on!" Buffy protested bitterly at the bedroom ceiling. The woman kept on glowering upwards, despite knowing that she'd never find how things turned out in her dream for Raj and all his quirky friends.

Grumbling under her breath, Buffy rolled over onto her side, pummeled her pillow into a more comfortable lump, and closed her eyes. She muttered, "All right, for my next dream, I better have Brad Pitt and George Clooney painting my toenails before we move on to the best part!"