*Jazz POV*
He couldn't believe it. A femme, a real live femme was laying not even 100 yards from Prowl and him. To say Jazz was amazed was one thing. Femmes were rare, even before the war. The only femmes that Jazz knew were alive, were the ones on Elita One's team. Jazz looked at his mate and was surprised that he had glitched.
Jazz was about to speak to his mate but a pained filled whimper suddenly came from the femme. Jazz focused his optics on the pink and silver femme and saw a small puddle of energon starting to pool around her. With a sharp gasp, Jazz rushed foreward and knelt down to assess the damage. He could see that her arm was literally torn open and it looked like it hurt. The femme had tears streaming down her faceplates.
Jazz gently reached forward and touched the femme's arm. "Hey lil lady. I need ya to give me yer arm, alright?" Jazz's optics widen behind his visor when the femme opened her optics and looked at him with optics he had never seen before. The sea green optics were dim but the femme kept her focus on Jazz and slowly released her hold on her injured arm.
*Prowl POV*
Prowl was stunned. That much was simple. A pink and silver femme was only a few yards away from both him and his mate. His glitch was acting up, threatening to make his processor shut down but the logic of the situation was winning out, helping Prowl to stay online.
Prowl frowned when he heard a whimper come from the femme. He saw the energon puddle forming and felt worry come from his mate. Prowl knew that Jazz had a soft spot for femmes, his mate just hated to see them cry. As did Prowl, seeing a femme cry made his spark flare but with Jazz as his mate, he always kept calm.
Prowl lifted his right servo to his helm and contacted Ratchet. He knew that Ratchet would be angry, for he had sent out a message saying that he did not want to be disturbed.
Prowl: "Prowl to Ratchet"
Ratchet: "This had better be good, Prowl"
Prowl: "It's an emergency. An unknown femme has been found on the beach by Jazz and I. We do not know where she has come from, however, we do know that she is injured. Her arm is torn open and is leaking energon at a fast rate. Also, one side of her lower faceplate is dented."
Ratchet: "What the pit! There was no signal of someone incoming from space! And it's a femme! Femmes don't just pop out of nowhere Prowl! And her injuries….stay put. I shall be there in a few minutes. You and Jazz just keep her calm and awake. Ratchet out"