"Mister Basilica is in a deep level coma, Mister Winner. He is in no position to decide his own fate, nor make rational medical decisions by himself."
Quatre blinked rapidly, his face growing paler. "His will . . .?"
"His last Will and testament states that you and the three others are the sole benefactors of his fortune of which in the event of his death he has left separate guidelines. In the meantime, you four must act as next of kin for him and decide the medical establishment's next move."
"What . . ." Quatre whispered, not willing to believe that Duo was lying, half dead somewhere. "What do you mean?"
"His will stipulates that only you four have power of family over him. Only you four in agreement with each other can answer the doctor's query."
"What?"
Mister Unterward cast his eyes down for a moment, his genuine concern for his client surfacing. "The L2 Coma Unit Specialists suggest that Mister Basilica will never recover from his coma, they can keep him alive, but they sincerely doubt that he will ever regain consciousness. Their recommendation to you is to allow them to turn off the life support that keeps him with us."
Nine years ago, they said 'Good bye'. Now they are summoned back. Has time healed their rift? Can they ever fix their broken friendships? What does it mean to be Gundam, when a Gundam Pilot lies dying?
My notes: Duo's nearly successful assassination drags the fragmented Gundam pilots back together. This is primarily a hurt-and-recovery fic for the whole team as they figure out what went wrong and how to fix it. Excellent writing, excellent characterization.