A/N: Well, it hasn't been very long, but I finished this and figured I'd better post it before I forgot; it's in the middle of a bunch of other drabbles in my notebook for one reason or another.

Requests will be done shortly.

Title is blah.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade or 'Sports Illustrated'.

The Princess Can Save Herself

"Hey Sexy."

Mariam rolled her eyes at the less than cordial greeting the stranger delivered as he casually leaned against her table.

"What do you want?"

"You." he shot back in a way he thought was clever, "I should think that was obvious."

"Disgustingly so." she replied coolly, still determined to ignore the pest as she flicked through a magazine.

"C'mon Babe." he reached out and grasped her cheek, forcing her eyes to look at him instead of her 'Sports Illustrated'. "I've been watching you and Blondy. You're hot and he's practically still just a boy. You deserve better. You deserve a man."

Mariam glared and pushed his hand away.

"If you touch me one more time I swear to the highest steeple of Heaven I'll rearrange your face."

The man raised a deep brown eyebrow.

"Feisty little vixen, aren't you? Well," he droned, splaying a hand across her thigh, "I think I can tame you."

The Saint Shield moved so fast that he never knew what hit him. She stood up and struck his face with a powerful left hook following with another punch from her right hand. The force of the unexpected onslaught had been enough to knock the dazed and embarrassed player to the ground.

Mariam huffed and returned to her seat, ignoring the dumbfounded stares she was now on the receiving end of.

Seconds later Max returned with two ice cream cones. Spying the fallen man he asked his girlfriend, "What happened to him?"

"Him?" Mariam pointed to the guy she'd just finished teaching a lesson. "He definitely slipped."

A/N: I've got to give RedWheeler credit for this one. She came up with the "He definitely slipped" thing in an email we were tossing around a while back. We actually still have it going. I currently need to find time to reply. Anyway, I simply just widened her idea into a rather large drabble. My work in this one's nothing special, unfortunately.

I'm not sure if this would be better suited as a oneshot or not. I thought it was okay as a drabble, so I'm not going to worry about it (even though it would make an awesome oneshot) This is what happens when I have no time; I get lazy.

Like I said, requests are coming soon. Hopefully.

Review?