Turn the World Around

Twenty five year old, newly knighted Qui-Gon Jinn, wakes up in a bed not his own, with a stunning redhead, all pale, freckled skin, asleep beside him.
He assumes, given that his knight in ceremony was the day before, that he’d gotten drunk with his friends and former crechmates and taken a pretty stranger to bed.
The pretty stranger stirs and Qui-Gon adopts a look of smug serenity, the cat who got a cream soaked canary and waits to get either a name, or an offer of morning sex.
What he doesn’t expect is for the pretty stranger to look up, beautiful eyes going wide and shocked, and his name, full of grief and sorrow and love and awe to fall from trembling lips.
“Qui-Gon?”