The Lord and Lady of Everlot Chapter 1, a kim possible fanfic

The Lord and Lady of Everlot

Disclaimer/Author's Notes: Kim Possible and all the characters of the show are owned by the Disney Corporation. All other characters are the creation of the author and may not be used without his permission.

This is a strictly not-for-profit, just-for-fun work…at this time.

A/N Forward:

Who are the Lord and Lady of Everlot?

The Lord and Lady of Everlot…a 'very Possible' story

Chapter 1

"Ron, dinner was wonderful, and this ride is wonderful," Kim gushed, squeezing Ron's hand tightly as they rode, the horse's clip-clop muffled in the snow.

Ron had no complaints.

"But, why did we have to wear the outfits?"

"You look DDG, KP," he replied for the umpteenth time. Kim smiled the wicked little smile like she did under the moodulator's influence. Ron gulped as a small bead of sweat trickled down his forehead and he tugged at his collar. Suddenly, it felt like an awkweird summer heat wave had struck his entire body as they rode through the snow.

Ron had, literally, dropped his jaw and done his 'Mad Dog foams at the mouth' when Kim opened her bedroom door and stepped out. The dress was stunning, an emerald ice-green silk that literally seemed to shine as it flowed from her shoulders to the ground, revealing her smooth, well-defined, and creamy shoulders to Ron's delighted gaze. Kim's hair, longer than she had worn in high school, was draped over her left shoulder.

Ron, Kim grinned, wasn't too bad himself: the white cavalier shirt showed off the muscles he had been developing from football, working out, and from his mass activities in his cooking classes as well as his off-school work in the restaurant. The pants he wore ("knickers," he reminded her) were tight enough, but she had not been able to resist a giggle when she realized that he was wearing what looked like stockings on his legs. "The 'under armour', KP, is not 'hose'; it's an essential part of the male upper crust attire," he had explained, and she giggled once again. "Besides, they're toasty-warm, and it's colder out there than Shego's heart," and that had caused Kim to double over in laughter.

Ron made no comment about Kim's headgear, simply offering his arm, and the couple left the apartment for dinner.

Kim had been concerned about being seen in public dressed like this, even on Valentine's Day, but Ron had reminded her as he drove to the restaurant:

"KP:

"One, the dinner reservations are for 6:30 PM so we can make the 8:45 event at the Middleton Convention Center auditorium.

"Two, there are 350 people invited to this event; they all are required to be in formal period dress, or they will not be allowed to enter the auditorium.

"Three, I don't know about you, but I wouldn't have enough time to get dressed after dinner. I suspect that you, as the 'girl who can do anything,'" Ron grinned, "probably could get dressed that fast, although I don't think you could have gotten dressed in the period outfit you're wearing and look as beautiful as you do in any less than three hours of preparation."

"I think I'll keep you around," she grinned and kissed his cheek as they stopped at the light, bringing red to Ron's face.

The parking lot at Sato's Texican Ribs and Stuff restaurant was crowded, but Ron found a parking space and guided his sedan carefully into it. Kim could see a couple gingerly getting out of their car, dressed in a similar manner, and that calmed her nerves a bit.

The maitre-d smiled knowingly as Ron and Kim stepped up to the stand. He looked familiar, but Ron couldn't remember from where. Kim looked at him and smiled: he was tall, dark wavy hair, very fit and trim, and his smile was golden. 'If it wasn't for Ron…,' she thought and laughed inside: she had her 'hottie' now, all to herself, feeling the engagement ring underneath her gloved hand.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Kim, Ron, and welcome to Sato's. Would you like to go directly to your table now, or are we waiting for others?"

"No others," Ron smiled, and the maitre-d nodded and stepped from behind the stand, picked up the menus, and led them to their table. Inside, Kim's concerns melted: fully one-half of the people inside were dressed much as they were. Kim chuckled, and Ron looked at her quizzically: Sato's high ceilings were, literally, being stretched to the limit as the ladies' formidable headgear, not designed for their arrival vehicles, fit perfectly in Sato's restaurant.

Dinner was delightful, and the dress forced Kim to forego (to Ron's enjoyment) her usual double order of PFP and triple-bean French vanilla ice cream for dessert, forcing her to stick with only a single order.

As they made their way from the dining room, they were greeted in the restaurant foyer by the maitre-d and a gentleman wearing the garb of an Elizabethan coach driver.

"Milord Ronald? Lady Kimberly? I am your driver for the evening. If you will walk this way, your carriage awaits," the driver announced as he opened the door to the whinnying of a chestnut-colored horse, steam coming from its nose as the snow continued to fall in the cold weather, and it was leading a white partially-open carriage.

"If I could walk that way," Ron started with a movie-actor's accent, but Kim shushed him with a pinch and a grin.

The three walked outside, the driver opened the half-door, pulled down the steps, brushed off the residual snow with what looked like a silk cloth, and offered his hand to Kim. She tittered as she took his offered assistance and stepped into the carriage. Ron joined, and the driver returned the steps in their storage slot.

He driver climbed into place, turned, and smiled as he saw Kim adjust her headgear, and the brightly-colored ribbons became airborne as the wind caught them. Kim saw him look at her, smirked, and gave him a wink, bringing a blush to his face as he turned and lifted the reigns.

"Next stop: Middleton Convention Center," he called out, and the carriage began to move forward.

The carriage slowed, and Ron looked forward at a sight he never expected to see:

A line of at least 20 horse-drawn carriages, lined up in double columns, in front of the twin entrances to the Convention Center. 'Wade, on a horse,' was the thought that flashed through Ron's mind, remembering the senior outing, and he grinned.

Their wait was not long, no more than four or five minutes, and then they were at the entrance. The driver hopped down as the attendants waiting there at the sidewalk removed the steps, opened the door, and placed them all at the same time, looking totally like a planned military maneuver, perfectly executed.

The driver offered his hand, and Kim took it and gracefully stepped out onto the sidewalk, now covered in a plush red carpet. Ron stepped out, took her arm, and the two began to walk up the carpet to the front door.

"I'm glad Jr. didn't get that movie part," the first man spoke after Kim and Ron entered the building and the carriage pulled away. "We get to see a better class of people working these events."

"You got that right," the second gentleman replied. "And Kimberly Possible: in that dress?" He grabbed for his chest. "That's a heart attack, just waiting to happen," he laughed.

Kim's squeal almost deafened Ron, but he grinned when she pulled him in the direction of her squeal-target.

"Mon! When did you get back?" Kim released Ron's hand, pulled Monique to her feet from her perch on Felix's lap, and the two young ladies grabbed each other and hugged. Ron did a fist-bump with Felix, and the two gentlemen grinned knowingly at each other.

"You're happy," Ron grinned, and Felix nodded.

"Anytime I can get Monique back into town is a good time, my man," he replied with a knowing grin.

"I see you got the invite, too," Ron commented.

"We did, both of us," Felix responded. "Have any idea who's putting this on?"

"No idea, Felix; Wade can't find out."

"Ouch," Felix replied. "That makes it even more interesting," he added.

"Any idea who the Lord and Lady of Everlot are?" he continued.

"I dunno," Ron started. "Rufus was the 'Tunnel Lord', but we haven't seen him back there in several months."

"That was a surprise: Rufus, taking on Malcolm," Felix laughed as the ladies came back to the conversation and guided the guys into the auditorium.

The doors were opened by individuals dressed as footmen, and the room was filling with people of all ages, all 'dressed' for the occasion.

"Hey, cuz: over here!" the voice was unmistakable, and Kim looked over and grinned: Joss Possible was standing in her seat, dressed as the 'Queen of the Spritekens': a lime-green dress that would not pass Steve Barkin's length standards by more than a few inches and a pair of lime-green low-heel tall boots over her sheer hose. Wade's grin let everyone know he liked how she was dressed. He was in his mage's outfit, complete with headgear. Joss pointed at the row she was standing in: there were 3 seats and a spot for Felix's chair, so the group joined the pair as she stepped down and took her seat.

"So, Wade," Ron grinned, "who are the guests of honor?"

"Not certain, Ron, but I have a pretty good idea," Wade replied, then added before Ron could pry, "and, no, I'm not telling, either," he grinned.

Ron pouted, generating a laugh from Joss, Monique, and Kim.

They talked for a few moments, laughing as they shared stories, and then the house lights flickered twice.

"I guess it's time," Kim commented, and she laughed when she heard the voices of a familiar foursome approach. The group took the seats behind her, and Kim definitely recognized one of the giggles, smiling as she turned to greet the new arrivals.

"Hello, Olivia," she said, and Kim was greeted by Olivia's braces-filled smile.

"Hey, Kim," she replied, and Ron turned and laughed at Jim and Tim, dressed as matching court jesters in bright red and green body stockings.

"New jobs as car monkeys?" he asked with a grin, and they both growled while Hope and Olivia laughed.

"Glad you could make it back for this, Hope," Ron grinned.

"I wouldn't have missed seeing them dressed like this for all the PFP at Sato's," Hope laughed.

The housed lights went down, and the room went totally dark except for the emergency lights.

"My Lords and Ladies," the familiar voice came over the speakers, "I am Senor Senior, Senior, your announcer. Welcome to the Convention Center and Happy Valentine's Day!

"You all have questions, so I'll step aside and let tonight's hosts introduce themselves and tell you all about…

"The Lord, and Lady, of Everlot!"

Twin spotlights hit the stage, one at each side, revealing no one. Murmurs came from the audience, and then twin loud explosions and flashes came from the stage. When the smoke cleared, the identities of the hosts were revealed.

"No Way!" came from Ron, but it made perfect sense when his brain processed what he was seeing.

The hosts were the perfect couple for the task:

Author's afterward:

(Maitre-d) Cliffie, for 2? Right this way….

This is my entry for MrDrP's Valentine's Day contest…and there are only two new pairings for me. Yes, I know, I'm slacking off…blame the squirrels outside my windows the last few days.

This is also my way of saying thank you to a wonderful actor who, in multiple mediums, made me smile: Ricardo Montalbán. Well done, sir, calm seas, and a wonderful new voyage.

A very special thank you goes out to my wonderful betas, Star_Eva01 and kt (of jakt…but, you probably already know who she is). They are still in shock over the chapter length, and I know of a few others who will be, as well...roflol.

Thanks for reading, and please review.